Although I am perhaps not as happy as someone who sits across the table from you or a passerby who unknowingly asks you for directions, my first impression is that a drool free Hoople is probably a good thing. You didn't specify whether you were out of pain or out of saliva, but from an aesthetic standpoint, that is unimportant.
I am racked with the pains of morbid titillation withdrawal even as I write. Having proven that an Urban myth is much more costly than an urban myth, CMKX is kaput. (Another lesson from that most splendid board: The truly stupid never die.)
Across town at QBID, Frank "Mrs. Doubtfire" Olsen was ousted in a coup d'Q. In celebration, all board bans were lifted under the amnesty program of Lord Lobo the Cinephile. A cursory reading reveals that many are queer but few are gay. So it goes.
I need a schadenfreude fix and I need it bad.
