Now there's a silhouette I've not seen in quite some time.
Good to see you, Rev.
A pleasure to speak with you again as well Madame.
While the majority of your post was dead accurate (pun rather intended), I'd recommend a bit of caution regarding generalizations of those in attendance of community meetings. If not, you're just as guilty of the accusation of speaking for others and making assumptions.
Truthfully my chide and chive are mostly that. I actually expect the young to eat their betters especially in the arena of arts, science and the pursuit of role play. However, having said that; there is a moment in your grandeur where you can hold your withered fist high and laugh while touting the virtues of a wheel that was created years before some newling earnestly brandishes something "new and innovative".
It goes without saying that the way this all went was worthy of a Picard-level facepalm. Hopefully there has been a good lesson learned, as it serves as another example that respect and open communication are key regardless of someone's level of participation in the community or whatever pedigree to which they rabidly cling. We all have to respect the "space" of others, even if we can't stand them. In the end, the right to swing your fist ends where someone else's nose begins (figurative you).
Ah now we are getting down to the elbow grease and brain bits of it all. It boils down to a simple moment of pause and reflection of someone's own public Idaho. Respecting such a place is a rite of passage. Those cubs who come forth seeking greatness should remember a parable such as this, as should the crusty hanger-ons that we all eventually become. Your public Idaho is only as safe as the zip-code in which you reside.
Being quite realistic, we're all just geeky people playing in a fictional sandbox.
Speak for yourself Sin'dorei. Being the crusty everliving undead equivalent of Tony Robbins is a gods damned hard task; piss on such greatness with much caution.
In this polygon-filled world, some of us jot out fan fiction as a way to ignore the ticking clock. That's all it is when you strip away the layers of "LOOK AT ME"isms and guild tags and whatever else we use to feel good: fan fiction and a community of people clustered by happenstance in one place, just trying to do our thing.
I am not sure if that feeling of togetherness you are inspiring is actual togetherness or just an overactive roach parading about my chest cavity. I generously will rate it at around a b+.
More than likely, no one here is going to write the next Great American Novel, and this will all be just as important in fifteen years as a high school letter jacket is to folks in their thirties. Claiming anyone here is more than what they truly are is just ego and silliness (and maybe just a wee bit sad).
Letter jackets always smelled like a cross between plastic lawn furniture and cafeteria milk to me.
My advice to folks? Have fun with all this, but respect the boundaries of others. You may loathe the efforts of another or think you are superior, and that's fine. Just remember, though, that you may be slightly blind to truths.
You are being redundant Sin'dorei. We are going to have to engage in less after school special and more needless violence over tea and stale biscuits, otherwise this love-fest is going to become something too sugary.
Believing your own press is a rather hazardous habit.
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