So many posts - so much prattle.
FFL would be better served by returning to a posting limit. Perhaps even lowering it to 30-40 posts per week. People would once again start to count the cost of cheap babbling. ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <awoelflebater@...> wrote: Dear Emily, As of last night, arriving back home from an awards banquet and having a glass of wine and a piece of Toblerone as I sat in front of the computer for a final "sweep" of my emails, news and, you guessed it, FFL I came to a firm conclusion: no more FFL for me. The place had sunk as far as it could, we had reached the dregs. It just wasn't something I could stomach anymore. I knew I was finished here when I realized I was actually looking forward to a post, any post, from (wait for it) Barry to relieve the nauseating presence of both Texas Dick and Share Long. It had seemed that one more inane question, one more disengenuous comment and stroking by Share was going to do me in. It isn't her meanness that was getting to me it was her utter irrelevance and superficiality that finally was eroding any ability to endure it here. And as for Richard, who wants to stay in a room with the dolt that keeps poking and poking at everyone all the while with his finger stuck up his snotty nose saying,"Nah, nah, ne, nah, nah."? Nope, I don't. I was done. Then, my masochistic streak got the better of me and I decided to take a look and see if any glimmer of hope for this place had emerged - maybe a new thread on something interesting, relevant, intelligent - anything. And there was a new topic and there was Salyavin and there was hope. I just had to get that off my chest, it was a close one!
