This just isn't worth it to me anymore. I've tried to go along, but silence in the face of total insanity has never been my finest skill set, and lately I'm noticing that this isn't a handbasket like I thought it was--it's looking more and more like a porcelain bowl, and we seem to be moving in ever-diminishing circles.
Don't worry, I won't go all rogue or anything; you won't see any Gladys socks, or see me suddenly emerge at Wikipedia Review or hand off my password to those e-mail phishers. I've got no time for that crap anyway--I've got things to do, and maybe now I'll even accomplish some of it. And I'll lurk, of course--otherwise, how will I know when the control-freaks and official trolls stop running the place? (Other than the flying pigs and the nightly ice-skating soirees in Hell, I mean.)
Peace to the hard-working, to the calm-spirited, to the witty, the durable, and the misunderstood. To the rest of you, many of whose (I won't name names) mere presence in a discussion can turn it into a cesspool of ill-considered, humorless, cynical, hate-tinged idiocy--may the headless ghosts of Randy in Boise pollute your every undertaking, and haunt your fondest dreams with the skeletons of Peloponnesus. (No, no, not you, Giano--you just keep givin' 'em hell. Please. :) )