If there was one thing Forrest understood, it was language rules. In his inimitable way, Squeers had put the focus right on them with his attempted dismissal of Forrest's use of the third person omniscient in lifting the veil on this little online mystery as mere subconscious involuntary contrapuntal intrapostal socque pupettrie on Forrest's part.

These days it would have been unforgivable to have titled the story of an investigation of this nature 'The Third Man' no matter how deep the mystery: there were rules, Forum rules and language rules, that had to be observed; that was why it had to be 'The Third Person'. Likewise, the subliminal theme music this title likely engendered in viewers now had to be referred to as the 'Harriet Limette theme', in order to negate any erstwhile gender-specificity that may have resided therein in communal memory.

People just had to be made to talk (and think) proper! That was what language rules were for. That was why there was a GELATO, to enforce those rules. Everything had to be Politically Correct.

Turning his back on all this self-justification, Forrest focussed again upon the disaster that TPP's invocation of Tezcatlipoca had brought her. Ometeotl, the Aztec Lord of Duality, had enabled Forrest to see the situation that had come about on OLO from both sides, a situation that had come about largely unnoticed by the permanently resident opinionati, but seemed so glaringly obvious to an OLO returnee like TPP. It was simply that the climate of debate had changed!

Peak Oil had killed the Climate Change star, of that there was little doubt. With its demise many of its perhaps more vociferous acolytes had felt the need to gather together in small groups for self-validation. In the wider OLO community there now existed a subtly dissaffected opinionate that was no longer necessarily responding to the missives of the commentariat in the manner that had come to be expected.

There existed a disconnect!

Peeple just had to face it, today would unlikely be the one on which the music died.

fior those using www. address codes
they are useless to me

so i took my problem in hand
used google search...[this resulted..in the give my google accounting acces]

so i thought blow..me down...im not playing your game
so i hit cached

http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:GKiA9FxwPNUJ:morganalysis.blogspot.com/2010/10/grima-fuhrer.html+Postcards+from+Cyberia+Grima+Fuhrer&cd=1&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=au

and there you go
good old google
more reliable that..of the www/heads

if needing to link...with restrictive threads

what im reading..so far is so childish
it wasnt worth the effort

so can we please talk about other things?

ppplllsleeeeeaaase...?

I agree OUG. I think this thread has run its course. Maybe Forrest and Squeers could open up one for a user composed short story, or whatever it is he and Squeers are collaborating on. Or we have a Wiki that I could lend them the use of.

Haaaaa hahahahahaaaa

Al, that Cyberia ‘discussion’ is hilarious!

In it we see just the worst sort of thing that we used to see on OLO - a rolling series of personal attacks that just don’t further the discussion of the thread topic at all, and just turn other people off entirely… apart from warped buggers like you, me and Jinny who find such things amusing!! ( ;>)

But the funniest comment of all is in Morgan’s closing post, where he says:

< I'm a little concerned …that the discussion has descended to the point of being little more than personal attacks, which therefore contravene my "No D!ckhead" policy. >

Hahaha. That thread, which ran for exactly on month, had started to descend into a farcical state of personal attacks after just the second day... and was then allowed to really crawl along the gutter, totally untempered!

I also note that there were a number of posts deleted from it. So, we have offensive behaviour, posts being deleted, rules being enforced or not enforced, and no doubt we have posters who think that they are not being treated fairly.

I wonder how long it will be before a bunch of posters paint a Hitler mo on a photo of old CJ?

Not long at all so it seems, judging by your quote from Ginxy!

And I wonder how long it will be before they realise that Graham was quite right in his efforts to tidy up OLO, and that a bit of unfairness or perceived heavy-handedness was just unavoidable.

Forrest:

Thank You for your entertaining and very clever story. I'm not as gifted as you in that department so in order to give you a story for
your entertainment I'm borrowing from the book, "The Story of the Little Mole who knew it was None of his business," by Werner Holzwarth and Wolf Erlbruch. A terrible catastrophe befalls the little mole one birght, sunny morning. I looks a little like a sausage, and the worst thing is that it lands right on his head.

Our plucky little hero sets out to find who has left their business on his head. His highly entertaining and informative search reveals an important but often neglected side of animal life.

"One day the little mole poked his head out from underground to see whether the sun had already risen. Then it happened! It looked a little like a sausage and the worst things was that it landed right on his head. "How mean!" cried the littel mole. "Who has done this on my head?" But he was so shortsighted that he couldn't see anyone around.

"Did you do this on my head?" he asked the dove who was flying past.

"Me? No, how could I? I do it like this!" she answered. And splish, plish - a moist white blob landed on the ground right next to the little mole. His right leg was splashed with white. "Did you do this on my head?" he asked the horse, who was grazing in the paddock.
"Me? No, how could I? I do it like this!" And flump, plump five big fat horsey apples plopped down within a hair's breadth of the mole. He was very impressed.

"Did you do this on my?" he asked the hare. "Me? No, how could I? I do it like this!" answered the hare. And rat-a-tat-tat-fifteen little round beans shot past the mole's ears. He saved himself with a daring leap.

cont'd ...

I agree it's time this wound up.
I appreciate Forrest's dazzling wit and command of language, which is on topic, and was lured into joining in a little. Wish I had time for more, though I fear S/he's too many for me.