About three weeks ago, I was faced with a difficult decision.

Should I continue MOOSE? Or should I search grandeur pastures?

There comes a time in every young man’s life where he must stop living in the past and start living in the now. He needs to stop modeling his life after Zach Morris circa 1991 and start modeling his life around Mark-Paul Gosselaar circa 2001 (“NYPD Blue” Holla Back Y’all!).

He needs to become a professional, and not that “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” kind of professional that works in the car garage.

The kind of professional that takes charge like Charles, is the law like Judge Dredd and has the power like He-Man. The kind of professional that earns oodles and oodles of cash without really working, like that kid in “Blank Check.” What’s Tone-Loc doing lately?

I’m quitting this two-year tradition of ripping into the past in the similar style of x-entertainment.com (but I’m not nearly as clever) and instead ripping into the present – one fantabulous Weekender page at a time.

MOOSE is just too low-profile; I want hordes of scantily-clad chicks, dozens of Northern Star groupies. And that just won’t happen to the MOOSE. Chicks don’t dig dorky geeks that write whole columns about Steve Urkel, “Contra” and Transformers. Chicks wouldn’t dig me if I was a really nice shovel. But I can take a step into the right direction.

To sum up everything mentioned in the previous sentences: I’ve taken the position of Weekender Editor. Feel my wrath! Rawr!

That said, all the dumb crap that was written in MOOSE format will now be written as a Letter from the Editor.

Don’t fret just yet, the duties of Old School Entertainment will be passed to Editorial Editor Paul Mikolajczyk (He’s 26 and has lived the Old School. In fact, Paul knows Old School like Bill and Ted know Socrates) and Weekender reporter Andy Smith. May they entertain you with Old School until death, boredom or until I fire them.

Peace.