whereupon we say goodbye...
posted by t h e s l a c k m i s t r e s s on Sep 13, 07 | 1:22 pm

My friends,

The slack was started back in 1997, back when Internet Dating was still something that people lied about and explaining the act of slicing open your guts and spilling them out on the computer screen for all to see was the exception rather than the rule. With my rudimentary html skills and my $100 edition of Claris Home Page, I started filling these pages every couple of months, then every couple of weeks, and finally weekly. Relationships began and ended; apartments were moved into and out of; different dogs made me laugh and made me cry and made me think that no matter how bad it got, it would be okay as long as I had my dog.

Ten years later, I'm sitting in, yet again, a different apartment with a different boy and a different dog. Except that instead of looking down the barrel of 25, I'm due to turn 35 in a few short weeks. I wear two rings on the ring finger of my left hand. I went from Hollywood assistant to EarthLink Flunky back to Hollywood assistant. For a few short years I was a TV Writer, and there was even interest in turning this website and my life into a series of its own. But with any rise, there must be the subsequent fall, and here I am again, wondering what the next step is.

Although that's only partially true. When I started the slack, I wasn't just young; I was nebulous mass of molecules who was unsure and uncertain and unformed. While professionally the past ten years haven't been perfect, personally I have been proud of the decisions I've made and the person I have become.

And it's with that thought that I must confess that the time for the slack is over. The time of the personal wesbite is pretty much over, what with blogs like livejjournal and blogger and typepad taking over the universe. I won't take the slack down, because to me it's a part of my history. It's not all good but it's all there. Maybe one day I'll compile it into some form of book. Until then, if you'd like to take a trip through the slackmistress' memory lane, please do.

I'd like to dedicate this entire site to Thurber the dog. There's not a day that I don't miss you, buttmonkey.

As always, you can find me at the slack daily.

Thank you for reading.


Big love,

the slackmistress