*Sneaks in through neglected side door, glances around, wonders where
everybody has gone, selects least-mouldy piece of cold pizza and hopes
it doesn't have anything <i>French</i> on it.* [:-&]
I've sadly neglected the Immod list over the last three or four months. Last time I peaked in, Jeff R, in his role as the new Stevie, was attempting to colonise the Immod list for extra-niceness, compassionate conservatism, and ne'er a contrary word. Hearing this, I applied the 'wait a few hours before posting' and then trashed my final reply detailing just what I though about the new revisionism and what it had done to our community.
Sad really - I used a few words in it I'd nearly forgotten about. Choice, chewy, stick-in-yerr-teeth words.
First up, did Jeff succeed? Are all you happy little moonies, stormies and animal lovers jest brimming with new-found hugginess?
Or has the entire enterprise collapsed in a screaming heap?
More seriously, looking across the lists, things seem very sad. We seem, for a variety of reasons, to have lost or rendered unto silence most of our most creative and community-minded contributers. The Digest is dead, the Rules list is comatose, HQ is in a deep sleep, Immod is reduced to telling (fairly tame) Yelmalio jokes. WOG seems balanced between Jeff's fairly lifeless structural cloning and retro-fitting - still playing with Vinga I see : now she has nothing to do with Ernalda - and one of Stew's occasional bits of high camp lunacy. Both are valued poles of our joint creativity, but the middle ground of commentary, creativity and general filking around seems almost completely dead.
Has everyone gone to Facebook, where throwing sheep and clicking stuff
is a happy alternative to actually speaking? (Yes, many of us have -
come check it out. We share piccies, vids and have advertisers who know
*everything* about us.)
Is Glorantha merely in the grip of profound but momentary genre fatigue, aided by a rampant revisionism, or after multiple mini-crises, retro-boyzoning and a general failure of trust, is it really starting to go down the gurgler?
I hope not. But for me, like others, there is a limit to how much dicking around and retro-casting the base there can be before I stop pretending its still fun and go the way of many of my fellow Lozenge explorers.
At one time, this was the honest discussion list. What can we do folks?
Nice to be back. There's something crawling on my pizza ...
John
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