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Sadness gripped me, but with the morning cool reflection came. It was a good run. Almost 10,000 people visited MPB during its short life. Sure, many were looking for porn or cures for baldness, but they still participated in this great thing we finally gave in and called a 'zine. Countless hours at work were wasted updating this site, and countless dollars were spent by unwitting universities for photocopying and printing the dozen or so copies we distributed. There were good articles and bad articles. There were introspective, imagined essays, and there were numerous, numerous penis jokes. MPB has died, but I ask, does that mean we failed? Sure some of you will say yes, we failed miserably and embarrassingly, and you will laugh. Ok, ok. That's enough. Seriously, stop laughing now, ok? I, however, would like to think that if we enkindled just one mind or whet just one intellectual appetite or even mixed just one metaphor, well then it probably wasn't worth it. Maybe for like 20 or so then it'd be cool, but one lousy person, waste o'time! If that's the case, it's a very good thing I had nothing better to do for those seven months or so of prime MPB. Those few of you who still visit this site on occasion I thank you and encourage you to leave your thoughts on MPB in the guestbook, which the poltroons at Geocities managed to leave intact. |