<s>Hiatus</s>

originally posted by Sharon Bowman:
HiatusBye, going on hiatus forever!

Don't do that. Or at the very least, explain in exhaustive detail, why you are considering doing that, so that every particle of your thinking can be exhaustively questioned by me and others so disposed, until, giving up in exhaustion, you decide to hang around. Are you telling me that that isn't an enticing invitation?
 
It's a classic transitional status
Far flung from this bastion of flatus
It's the type of "time out"
That we type most about
Go away, but come back! It's hiatus.


OK are you back yet?
Ahhh fiddlesticks, c'mon back
 
How long is forever? I've always had trouble wrapping my head around infinities. Maybe that's because my head's diameter is only a matter of inches.
 
Otto, you're lucky. You could be like Thor who does understand the infinite because...well, just because...

(winky emoticonomites all over the place)

Sharon, come back! Chasing Michael Cera around the world will be a futile exercise.
 
My God if you leave there will be nothing worth reading on this site. Is this going to become a Coadian thing with prominent posters? Coad set a very poor example just because I told him a real man doesn't eat pineapple on his pizza.
SHANE, come back Shane! I've just always wanted to use that flick bit, it never worked until now.
 
originally posted by Scott Kraft:
originally posted by Chris Coad:
Wait, what?

He's lost control of his own creations. Very PKD.

Her heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.
 
originally posted by Chris Coad:
originally posted by Scott Kraft:
originally posted by Chris Coad:
Wait, what?

He's lost control of his own creations. Very PKD.

Her heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.
Oh, the vertiginous retching horror.
 
originally posted by Chris Coad:
Her heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.

How well you sing the silence!
 
originally posted by Sharon Bowman:
originally posted by Chris Coad:
Her heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.

How well you sing the silence!

Ah, forever is only a succession of todays.
Thankfully.
Best, Jim
 
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