When bloggers quit it sends shivers through the network of tiny habits people have formed which relied on that virtual spot however slightly, or alternately, however intensely, and yet when the bastards quit we have to remember, we have to remember well, they owe us nothing.
In the immortal words of the Beastie Boys:
Good times gone but you feed it
Hate’s grown strong you feel you need it
Just one thing do you know
What you think that the world owes you
What’s gonna set you free
Look inside and you’ll see
When you’ve got so much to say
It’s called gratitude, and that’s right
So as our spiritual leaders have told us, that feeling of hate one feels toward the quitter is really "gratitude" and we're just whiny bastards that think
the hubris... um "the world", owes us. Indeed, they havn't "quit", the show's just over, they're all out of beer, there is nothing to pour, Mike D is sick, the tour is off.
But remember... the blogger owes you nothing, least of all what you already got from him.