all the best to Jeph and Christie.
Once more unto the breach dear friends, ONCE MORE!!!!
Or close the wall [of text] up with our fanboy dead.
In fandom there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of geekdom blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the troll;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the comments a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the keyboard
Like the spirit of Yelling Bird; let common decency u'derwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a fanboy
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful feeling of security.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest Knights of the Brooms made entirely of dicks.
Whose blood is fet from parents war-proof!
Parents that, like so many Pintsizess,
Have in these parts from morn till even violoated forum rules
And sheathed their keyboards for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your moderators; now attest
That those whom you call'd administrators did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to flamewar. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in cyberspace, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your posting; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harriet, Randy, and Yelling Bird!'