but it is they and the remaining O&M that has kept me here this long.
This long?
You've been here since late August of this year.
That is not a long time to be anywhere.
Now me, I've been here for years. Five gruelling, weary, shin-kicking years of grief, drama and the occasional ummagumma. I've turned up, done my shift and buggered off to fantasy-ville when the chocolate mousse started hitting the fan at the exceptional speed of thirteen kilowatts.
I've registered and had my hand stamped with the damning membership mark that I will carry with shame and honour out of here into the great inter-beyond. I've left posts trivial, embarassing and google-worthy to taint the battleground of the forums like fallen ravens from the blood dampened welkin of Ragnarok. They will remain wayback in the machines of grandeur that access these fallow fields.
I have graced the turmoil of the IRC and left battle-scarred and nauseated with the vile attention it dishes out. I have said shit about others and no doubt have had shit said about me. I have eaten that shit and drawn Tai socks like there's no yesterday. I have braced the accusations great and small I so clearly remember from one boring moment to another. I have laughed away the sorrow and the mirth and passed around the ashes of old laughter to share and torment with. I have written rambling posts with no aim or end in taste.
I have thrown myself into this even after knowing the consequences and habits of people around me. I have liked and reminisced and grieved and grown.
So don't start assuming and modern major-generalising about people in casual observations from the safe distance of your pearly abode. We the loosely regulated have carved out this particular niche and fallen into our terrible, horrible and other words ending in -ible customs.
If there are bad apples we take them out in the village square, tie a bandana around their pips and fill them full of ban. If you have anything to say about it you can say it and startle me with magnificence you dreamy swing-band fandango.
There will not be a place - apart from your possible own harshly unforseen nanny-forum of glib reality - where you will take a fancy to every member and want to take them home, disemvowel them, stuff them full of stuffing, embalm them and set as a trophy of good memories you never actually shared intimately. Point is, you meet jerks, deal with it.
Most IMPORTANTLY, people past and present complain their beloved forum has gone to the dogs (and I mean sick maggot-infested-wound bearing angry snarling unforgivingly bitey dogs, not the ones you see Fritz hugging), they bitch and moan and then they eff off to parts unknown, dooming that forum to the fate they declared. You don't see them staying and trying to influence it in their desired direction. They just give up and go. Well fare-thee-well.
It is unfortunate how things change. I hate that. I geniusly do. But to complain so soon after arrival at a country that has already set its ways because of who remained and who left - that's just rich. Icelandic Krona rich.
So, yes, there are arguments and shit and unicorn farts sometimes. People get over perceived adversity and move on. If you can't absolutely stand it, if you abhor every eyeball pointing moment the forum offers then you're not trying grandly enough. Reach for that sandcastle-top, climb its finely sculpted granular exterior and declare from its superb zenith - "I can see the promised forum".
In conclusion, read the comic, keep it in the appropiate forum and gently cast off each humble bubble to survive and keep your dreams alive. Don't let them be wracked by internet futility.
Also in conclusion, read Slow Wave, it's an amazingly Ministry of Silly Walks comic.