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We'd better all stop discussing Grant Morrison, because we're embarrassing the grown-ups who are above such things.
I'll tell you, this is the nightmare scenario that keeps me up all night, staring at the ceiling and muttering furiously to myself:
An Interweb person happens upon "Barbelith." "Hmm," they say, "interesting. Never heard that word before."
Said person opens up the Conversation forum, reads a few threads. "My goodness," Person says, "what an interesting blend of levity and serious discussion."
Then said person opens up the Policy forum, and reads a few threads. "Land sakes," Person says, "they certainly take this forum seriously."
Then said person opens up the Head Shop forum, and reads a few threads. "Heavens to Betsy," Person says, "there is certainly a lot of in-depth discussion in this group."
Then said person opens up the Laboratory forum, and reads a few threads. "Less active than the others," Person says, "but certainly an interesting focus on the ethics and future of science."
Then said person opens up the Switchboard forum, and reads a few threads. "Suffering succotash," Person says, "what a remarkable amount of political opinion being bandied about."
Then said person opens up the Temple forum, and reads a few threads. "Great Zeus," Person says, "some interesting thinking from the cusp of spiritual expresson."
Then said person opens up the Art, Fashion and Design forum, and reads a few threads. "I say," Person says, "some examination of contemporary art and fashion."
Then said person opens up the Books, Criticism and Writing forum, and reads a few threads. "Tally ho," Person says, "a broad spectrum of analysis of literature ranging from contemporary to classic."
Then said person opens up the Comic Books forum. "HORRORS!" Person exclaims, hurling themselves back from the monitor, spilling their Guru energy drink. "MULTIPLE THREADS focusing on ONE TALENTED AUTHOR!" And Person promptly smashes their computer monitor with their bare hands, dragging live wires out of the smoking husk with bleeding fingers, jamming the sizzling wires into their eyes in a form of impromptu shock therapy, trying to blind themselves and electrify their brain so that they will NEVER RISK HAVING TO GAZE UPON SUCH AN APPALLING SIGHT AGAIN.
I mean, Jesus. What a nightmare. |
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