If only...

There would have been considerably fewer if you hadn't deleted the JVT thread and set in motion our fall from grace.

^ This.



Murderers

The superintendent, known to his colleagues as "Shameful Bob", was tentatively poking a live plug socket with a fork, when his luxurious beard began emitting Liquorice vapour.

Or an evening of avoiding my actual responsibilities.

I haven't worked it out across a time window. I don't particularly want to fan the flames of war without everyone involved stating their willingness. (That's not actually true but I feel morally obliged to publicly take that position),

What I did do though is score all the posts according to [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gunning_fog_indexthis index[/url. Those who do make long posts do so pretty well. All bar a very few of the wordiest posts from pretty much anyone come in under 15.

A score of 18 is said to be "unreadable". Which is probably true in an academic / formal writing context, but not here where posts are generally much shorter and there's not too much to take in. That said, the "top" score is 129. I'm not going to say who that is. I daren't even look at it.

About 10% score above 30.

I have two goals:

1) To be a 2@

2) Not being a 2@ to anybody in particular.

Difficult to achieve both. Here's my proposed solution:

The next time there is a wordy argument simulated versions of the participants will be joining in.

Sort of like a modern take on Hamlet, as a gynaecologist? Interesting concept

A simulated Pumpetypump post:



An actual Pumpetypump post:



Nailed it in one.

Yes I think that's more than fair. I'm quite intellectually lazy, so my posts will be short streams of consciousness, from which I hope some sense can be gleaned.

Unless I'm writing a stream of consciousness that deliberately contains no hidden depths.

A little-known fact is that your "conscious mind" is just a tiny interface with the outside world, maybe a couple of percent of your total neurons, for the overwhelming majority that is really in charge, the subconscious.

You may think you're in charge- but you'd be wrong.