and thanks for all the fish!
Good luck with wherever you whippin^H^H^H^H^Hworking next.
In news sure to send the massed ranks of Reg commentards running for the tissue box for the other reason, the Moderatrix is packing up her paddles and departing for dungeons new. Yes, I shall be leaving you all to fight amongst yourselves after the best part of four years at the well of IT shoutpouring. It's been an education …
Blinded by tears, and racked with uncontrollable sobs, the unfortunate commentards could not control the mouse cursor with any precision, resulting in an horrific downvote of a splendid sentiment.
Good luck Sarah, in whatever venture you undertake.
Well, those of us who have looked up Sarah Bee on LinkedIn the past have always been wondering wtf is she doing moderating these:
My guess is - she has been collecting material.
Guys and gals - I am betting a case of beer that we should expect a book any time soon.
Title says it all - if "they" say they won't, there's an army of commentards who'll storm Vulture Central and open filing cabinet drawers and leave them in a dangerous, open position for unsuspecting hacks to bash shins, elbows and foreheads on, fling stacks of papers recklessly and without care to the floor, stuff plasticine down the vending machine coin slot and add itching powder to the coffee granules...
But, just slightly more seriously (about as serious as you are about missing the place), all the best, your distinctive style of loving^H^H^H^H^H^H abusive moderation will leave a constant pang of emptiness for all who post shit in future.....
As unfeminine as Asley is unmanly I suppose.
Possibly the Beatles were wrong, of course. And on the subject of wrongness: she says the comments were "ulcer-inducing"... It's a complete myth that ulcers are caused by stress or other mental factors; it's Heliobacter pylori that does it.
From an earlier comment:
Re: Happy are the days #
Posted Monday 25th January 2010 12:38 GMT
I can't wait for the day when comments are silenced. Then I'll be free to pursue my dream of opening a cake shop in Penrith (one that serves fine wine, obviously).
You'll be much missed!
All the best in the future. You will unquestionably be missed. And whn life gives you lemons, remember Cave Johnson's advice:
"I don't want your damn lemons! What the hell are these?! Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man who's gonna burn your house down! WITH THE LEMONS! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that BURNS YOUR HOUSE DOWN!"
It's been a hoot.
You have big shoes to fill. I hope Sarah gave you a "here is how you maintain sanity with these wretches" boot camp. You're going to need it...
I'd reckon a "Best of the Moderatrix" would be a fitting tribute.
Being only a part-time commentard, I can't recall many suitable exchanges, but would at least like to thank you for the this link earlier:
Anyone else have something to contribute?
Yesh, a big no, just for you. Commentard BCP demands it. Don't know what we'll do without you. (Actually... but I digress.)
Ah well. Fortune and good luck wherever it is you're going then.
No cake & wine icon so a beer will have to do.
I come home from woo... wrrrr (still can't say that word) for a nice relaxing read and laugh, only to be smacked with this right between the eyes. It's not fair. I protest. I'm revolting - doncha no.
I shall just have to have an extra one (or two) of these to recover.
But then again, what else can we expect - I just hope you treat your new victim^H^H^H^H friends just as bad^H^H^H well.
Like the piccy :)
without you to keep the ever growing army of commentards at bay the world is surely doomed!
I can picture it now. The last surviving sub-editor stumbling into your dungeon one day, mutteringly incoherently, eyes wild with fear. Badly mauled and delirious with exhuastion, they manage one last desparate whisper before expiring in your arms: "They. Are. Coming *hrrrk*"
Suddenly the lights go and there's a skittering sound in the darkness. Then another. And another one still. The noises grow in frequency and volume as if drawing closer. They are soon accompanied by low keening moans that build and build until they become an unbearable cacophany of screeching.
Suddenly, there is silence. Yet something tells you this is not over. Then you feel it. A presence by your side that makes your skin crawl and hair stand on end. The air becomes heavier and harder to breath, as if some invisible gloom is closing in around you, slowly suffocating. Your body goes numb and feel yourself falling to the floor.
The last thing you are aware of is a deathly rasping voice whispering in your ear: "Where is the the IT angle?!"
Ahem. On a more serious note, you'll be missed! Best of luck wherever you're going though :)
Many people said it before, but I'll say it again: these forums won't be the same without Miss Bee...
Can I point fellow readers to the site sarahbee.co.uk, without incurring the wrath of the Moderatrix? There is a lovely pic there
Anon because... I don't really know, she can see my account details anyway!
.. "odfo" before you hit the road.
Please, it would mean so much to your undying* fanbase.
Goodbye and goodluck, please come back and visit us (visiting hours 6 till 8, no sharp objects allowed).
I am sure many of us will watch your future career with great interest.
Can we have an odfo icon in tribute please?
*Not a lot of difference between some of us and zombies.
Because I've enjoyed your witty comments and ... sensible approach to moderation, and El Reg will not be the same without you. You even censored me once, but on that occasion I guess I must have deserved it; I'm crazy enough to have once attempted to moderate an ancient and very long and vitriolic flamewar myself so I understand fully. Best wishes in your future endeavours and all that nonsense.
Sarah, I will miss you.
<== Could we have the icon here assigned to the new moderatrix ( or moderator? ) in your memory? ( maybe thumbs up and down as a readers' referendum on the idea? )
Or any other icon dedicated to you, just because... The one with the tombstone seems to be free now...
I will have a pint tonight and toast to your years at El Reg. The bitter tears that will flow into the glass will make it last forever.
I've been reading (what became) El Reg since Mike & John's second CIX newsletter. Post new-fangled-interweb El Reg has been a permanently open tab in my browser (Opera - natch) since the late C20th & a daily/hourly good read. Having said all that; it was the advent of comments (moderated by the delightful dearly departed) that took El Reg to a new level.
Some of your responses^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H cutdowns were sublime:-)
Good luck in future endeavours.
Got stuffed! x x ©
... welcome and good luck.
Sarah, your pets must be better trained than I'd imagined: you managed to wrest some legible handwriting out of them/him/her with no blood spatters -- VERY impressive.
... ^^^ ... welcome one for the arriving, one for the road for the departing
Damn, that means I'll have to read El Reg for the IT articles rather than pretending to read it for the IT and really looking for the moderation comments. *sigh* ahh well I guess I might get some work done in the day now.
The best of luck Sarah, you've made a lot of us laugh through our grimaces.
(Had to have the where's the IT angle icon just for old times sake).
...to go for the downvote record by saying "good riddance". But I'm too far down the thread for enough people to read it.
Sarah - thanks for your tolerance and wit. Will you miss us as much as we miss you? I suspect that your answer today might be "No fricking WAY", but in the future?
Never look back. Remember Orpheus.
From a site I have hear others describe.
Do you have an aunt you sometimes visit?
In the mean time I will retain my cheery grin and aim to keep my comments friendly. Although the grin might become a bit more Joker than Willy Wonker in future.
This being Friday I will of course raise a glass to the one that got away.
Ms. Bee, I forgot to say, thanks for the good times, and good luck in your next enterprise.
It's a bit sad that you're leaving El Reg; you made the commentards' pontificating, whinging, and snarking a bit more palatable. You shall be sorely missed.
And again, good bye and GTFO!
A few weeks ago I was looking at all my posts(self-importance moment) and was looking over the ones that were blocked and noticed that my cynicism of the world was showing through. Hopefully the blocked comments have not made you cynical to the world at large like I am. I'm sure you have your favorite commentors, both on the good side and bad.
May your future path be a good one and hopefully your time here will be remembered for the times you laughed at the general humor of the comments and not for the times you had to cringe at the general sexism/stupidity. DietyOfChoice-speed, Ms. Bee. Your next adventure awaits.
Mortal : Same deal here. Little wife likes her FB - had to isolate her laptop from the rest of the family network. A nice quiet, safe, FB sandbox to muck up.
Moderatrix : If you were my husband and you referred to me as 'little wife' I would make you a nice quiet, safe, deep sandbox for you to lie very still in.
to somebody who has never rejected my mostly drunk rantings I salute you
ok so its 4am and i've just woken up from another drink related snooze to, err, have some more drink and empty the fridge of anything edible without cooking,,, again...
where was I? oh yeah. best wishes for the future, when you open a rival the el reg do let me know :)
nice pic BTW :)
Good luck with your new job! ... Also judging by the large number of posts here, you've got a good PR opportunity to spread the word of your new location, when you are ready to reveal your new location. :)
Plus just think, if you let The Reg say where you've gone (when you are ready), then you could have your very own "not IT?" comments on your new story and you won't have to deal with them! ;)
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