Peak Homofashionism

That I am trapped in this particular irrelevancy is never more apparent to me than when I am banned from meta posts. Paralyzed by the neurotic lassitude engendered by meeting one's old meta posts at every turn, around every page refresh, inside my browser history, I go aimlessly from thread to thread. I decide to meet it head-on and sort by Old, and I view the contents on the page. A carp poll about Vampires and Furries. A Masterlawlz post, a photo of an butthole. My own posts begging to scam people. There is no final photo of an butthole for me to find. Nor is there any new polls from Carp, begging people for attention. I refresh the frontpage and look into its face, and do and do not see anything new. I close the webpage, and have another cup of coffee with Aevann. We get along very well, veterans of a guerilla war we never understood.