In November of ’02, I joined CAD. A week later, Jeff asked me to be a moderator and I’ve been doing it ever since.
Well, the time has come to hand in my moderator badge and the keys to the executive washroom. This is not about time (though I still have precious little of it) – this is really about not having any desire to be a moderator anymore. I’ve given a lot to this site and lately have been giving it a lot of thought. I just do not have any drive to do this job anymore.
While there are several different reasons (some not even board related) leading to my decision, the biggest is simply that I truly am tired of moderating and have no desire to do it anymore – doesn’t matter who the owners of the board are or what the circumstances are. I’ve just finally grown weary of everything that it entails and I’m too tired of it to care anymore. And that’s not fair to the board or any of you.
I’ve donated almost 8 years of my time moderating this specific board and probably close to 20 years moderating going all the way back to dial-up BBS’s on subjects like games, religion, sports, etc. It’s time to retire from being head babysitter.
I have no intention of moderating a messageboard – ANY messageboard – ever again. I’m ready to be the occasional part-time poster on the occasional messageboard, killing a few spare minutes here or there if I feel like it and not because I have to.
So, I’m not gone from CAD. I’ll still be around occasionally, no more or less than I am today, I suppose. I’ll still bump heads with Hobo most likely, but that’s to be expected since we are from parallel universes...at least until I convince him that I'm right and that I've always been right. About everything.
Bwa ha ha ha ha ha! Sorry, couldn't resist.
But I have left the Moose Lodge (already made the status change and tossed my keys in the river) and am residing in a quiet little cottage well away from the hubbub of CAD control. Hog is on his way over now with a guitar, a 6 pack of YooHoo, and 3 bow hunting goddesses. Hobo is due a little later with a bucket of fried chicken.
Life is good.
Carry on, ya’ll!