When it was good, baby, it was real good... TNF suspended indefinitely.

[jwv]

I don't even know how to begin to write this document, let alone use it as a necessary forum to convey the grave news that has reached home. Even the uninvolved reader of this journal could deduce that something has been amiss recently among the TNF institution and its archons, so I don't think this announcement can possibly be construed as a total

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The Internet exists, apparently

[anonymous]

This is Schuyler writing, for I finally got myself back onto the mighty INTERNET away from which I have so long cowered in abject fear. Technophobia aside I just wanted to say how much the TNFs meant to me as the kind of freshman who tends to cower away from things in abject fear. Every week on that glorious day I would make my little pilgrimage to the brightly shining pillars of my temple. The priests would reveal to me the Mysteries in the form of four impossible puzzles, and I would bend my mind to the discovery of the primal and ultimate Good. Oh, the priests were tricky, the one named Tophael speaking in the language of the accursed computers and their "games", the one that was called Vecchiol tempting my mind with impurities, and the Master feigning confusion even through his complete wisdom. What a powerful religion that was, how influential its teachings, how beloved its keepers and practitioners, but oh, how mighty its fall. When the temple closed and the Mysteries were recalled to heaven the wretched unenlightened ones were left to squirm and writhe in their paedogogy without the benefit of frivolity. It was beautiful and it was good, but just like the Jews know the Messiah is coming, the Christians know he's coming back and the Objectivists know that Ayn Rand would have really respected each one of them as a person, I know that someday the Tuesday Nite Fites will return in glory. Until that day all I can do is remember the good times and be thankful for the lessons.

Schuyler Sturm