Hounding us to drop everything so that your sorority rituals retain their sanctity might be a toughie. It also implies a level of active forum control that I’d be hesitant to exert in cases where nothing gross was happening. Also, I don’t care. Plus, it’s some combination of counterproductive and impossible. Gabriel suggests above the “old” adage about the Internet, Pee, and Pools, which mostly holds, except you’re literally peeing into the pool while you do it. At some point, it ceases being a pool altogether and becomes a toilet full-time.
My relationship with the forum is that I do not have a relationship with the forum. That’s been true virtually since the Phorum, which is a reference designed to create a calculated nostalgia in the old school. I have a fairly profound sense of place, and where it is appropriate for me to be, and to be frank I have no business inserting myself into the readership in that way. They don’t need my help. In fact, I don’t see the use in talking to anyone, at any time. It seems like that’s where most of the problems come from.
Robert asked me once how I’d feel about comments after my newspost; I laughed at him for ten minutes, without breathing.
I saw pictures of Gabriel’s cold face in a twitpic, the flesh plump with emergency blood, his face transformed into a horrific Tiki apparition. It was his intention to secure a “Wii U,” with or without a space, he would accept any device with those letters somewhere in the name. He was able to secure the Ultra Masonic Plinth edition, or whatever the good one was, and not the shitty one which sucks. I don’t actually know anything about either; I did not experience anything akin to his Damascus Conversion at PAX. Hopefully he’ll come tell us about it this week, sometime.