It’s been fun.
Losing all the history? Not so much.
Dreamer
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Maybe time for a little dance?
Pete
We all need a break from time to time. See you back when you feel like it. Your content is ALWAYS appreciated and would be missed. Honestly this is the board I always check first and especially look forward to your posts. I certainly don’t always agree with you (i like to remind that ZM beat CAKE but only in the stated time frame of your poll, ha ha) but always appreciate your view point.
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GBF is a time-honored tradition on the Internet. I remember even in the 80s on the usenet message boards it was a periodic occurrence.
Well…
This was a slow death, it seems.
Still haven’t really gotten over the fact that TMF nuked all the board history, let alone other boards, and then for good measure I was never allowed to post on Saul’s board.
Noticed Bear and WPR ready to ride off into the sunset towards the land of Reddit, and it may be the impetus I finally needed to get going also.
Just about the only thing I did enjoy lately here was the “Good Stuff” threads, as it just feels like I am typing into the wind most of the time.
Civilizations come and go.
Glory days come and go.
TMF was largely 1999-2001 for me, with a resurgence in 2017-2021.
I am appreciative.
I am also tired of the sense of responsibility.
If anyone wishes to “take over” this board, you have my blessing.
I may eventually post on the WPR growth subreddit thingy, but still taking a pause on all investments at the moment, and just enjoying life a bit.
all the best,
Dreamer
ps…
Such shameless bards we have; and yet 'tis true,
There are as mad, abandon’d critics too.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read,
With loads of learned lumber in his head,
With his own tongue still edifies his ears,
And always list’ning to himself appears.
All books he reads, and all he reads assails,
From Dryden’s Fables down to Durfey’s Tales.
With him, most authors steal their works, or buy;
Garth did not write his own Dispensary .
Name a new play, and he’s the poet’s friend,
Nay show’d his faults—but when would poets mend?
No place so sacred from such fops is barr’d,
Nor is Paul’s church more safe than Paul’s churchyard:
Nay, fly to altars; there they’ll talk you dead:
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
psii… Goodbye Forever.
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Ironically, there’s probably no better time than now to request to be able to post at Saul’s, lol.
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