"...no, it's just the moderators in their wisdom have given up on the writertypes per se, and have gone over to the dark side instead throwing in their lot with spambots now..." ventured the goblin, hoping that this explanation eased any misunderstandings here, before adding "...of course, all this might sound odd at first, but then one only has to remember that over the years the posts by the spambots have evolved enormously, whereas alas the same can not be said of the writertypes here, thus it is to this forward looking attitude of the administration of xxxxx forum that we now have this wondrous opportunity, and at no extra cost too, to witness first hand the onward advancement of spam in our age.
Yes, as a mater of fact you did! I'm in and out- I don't like the new format and I've gotten lost quite a bit
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"...well I have to be honest here and say horses and goblins don't get on too well..." ventured the goblin, adding "...where my parents thought it would be a jolly good thing if at some an all too tender age I learned how or to ride a horse then, or maybe they trying to kill me instead, who knows then, nonetheless the result was somewhat similar in that the instructor had some square mound he kept calling "the salisbury plain" though as any goblin will just tell you it was in fact an english verson of the great pyramid at gaza, purposely designed to rolls goblins backward while going up and forwards when coming down, and thus horse riding, along with rugby and gladiatorial contests too, have become something of a spectator sport for me, fit for only the bravest ones amongst us...", but at least the goblin had tried to relate upon a topic that he knew absolutely nothing about, adding "...um..., just let me know when you want to start talking about stalagmites and stalactites..."
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repost from elsewhere, another writer's forum, the "do the moderators even check the threads anymore" thread
"...no, it's just the moderators in their wisdom have given up on the writertypes per se, and have gone over to the dark side instead throwing in their lot with spambots now..." ventured the goblin, hoping that this explanation eased any misunderstandings here, before adding "...of course, all this might sound odd at first, but then one only has to remember that over the years the posts by the spambots have evolved enormously, whereas alas the same can not be said of the writertypes here, thus it is to this forward looking attitude of the administration of xxxxx forum that we now have this wondrous opportunity, and at no extra cost too, to witness first hand the onward advancement of spam in our age.
"...just that the spam is a benchmark telling you in its way that your posts are not forthcoming.." replied the goblin who simply pressed the edit button to any thread he had posted on to place that thread back up at the top on the list in the subsection, then continuing "...and where if no one has any posts then rightly the spambot reigns supreme in our absence for our negligence I guess...", the day seemed like any other, but why hadn't anyone in the media mentioned the shutdown of the nyse stock exchange for four hours on the 8th july when and where stocks were plummeting uncontrollably in china, while outside and because of the fact that the news had played its lullaby to the viewers, things were just as they were before, but the EU was hampty dumpty still, whereupon the goblin just smiled, repeating his line again saying "...the news is not in the news, the news is in that gray area you suspected all along to be just outside that comfort zone they offered as your news now..."
("...me too..." went the goblin who had first gotten this thread as somehow deleted then, adding "...been doing a lot of posts too so keep me company now, as ours is to witness still...")
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"...well, I'm afraid that america is fast running out of koolaid at this point where they will just have to settle for sobrietea instead now..." sighed the goblin wondering if the voters really made any difference to the outcome, before adding "...15trillion dollars debt, equivalent to the rest of the world's debt combined together...", just that the road to proxy war seemed ever paved in debt then
"....ah, you have such very good taste in choice of morsels then..." smiled the goblin somewhat taken aback at seeing the zombie queen still here after all these years, and only too willing to oblige her further, after all had he not previously stated that posts were the lifeblood of any forum where those who don't reflect in post are like vampires depended upon the blood of others here , but that those years back, so now there was fox and the zombie queen, smiling "...all the blood you could ever wish for my queen, promise or am not who I am then, nor what I am by it..."
