- Scooter was up for days, he needs a good nights sleep.
- People Scooter trusted implicitly probably got frustrated with Scooter's refusal to hand over the technical reigns to a suitable candidate. If you have ever been up for days, youll understand that decisions like that take on galaxy-shaping import. These people apparently attempted an end run around Scooter to some degree in an effort to pretty up the place.
- Scooter sussed this out and is extremely hurt and disappointed.
- BigD was made Lord High Emperor, despite it being the only technical position here and him having; zero interest in the position, its responsibilities, or the technical aptitude to actually bring the forum into full operational capability.
- If the sword of Damacles is not applied to the current situation, Option B will be presented in the next 36 hours.
- Option B will be amusing beyond words, is already live and prepared to fill the breach, and will benefit everyone without exception I suspect.
- The implementation of Option B should not be viewed as a condemnation of anyone, at all, ever, at least not anyone on this site now or at any point in the past. Option B's history is a state guarded secret and its existence was denied even to myself until quite recently. It is the Rollo Tamasi of Options, an Option that forums tell their children about to scare them into compliance.
- 36 hours is more than enough time to get shit like animated gif avatars worked out, as well as the creation of suitable forums and general ship-shapery that we all recognize needs to take place here. Option B can, therefor, be postponed. Although Im increasingly unsure why we would want it to be... Its certainly enough time for Scooter to get 24 hours of uninterrupted sleep with a fat blue diazapam being taken before and after, which is exactly what it would take for sanity and stability to be restored.
These are strange and wonderful times, let us all pray for Scooters well being. His intentions have been noble and pure throughout.
The future is not unlike a pregnant whores tit, leaking promise through cheap and filthy cotton into our sweaty and undeserving palm.