oh how I hate editing posts, so let's do it together

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the goblin just repeated "...funny, how often it turns into some a trade-off then, that is, of some newfound sad awareness replacing one's previous hazy happiness here, and how one wishes that the death hadn't come too, and feels somehow cheated in this exchange then, only that it has happened now and that one is so awake by it too, so aware then, simply reminded perhaps that this life owes one nothing here, no it never did owed one anything at all..."


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the goblin liked everyone here, saying "...you are what you post where actually there is nothing stopping those others too, from posting something really interesting that is, only that there is this undercurrent across forumland out there of oh well, since everyone else posts like a moron, then I too, must post like a moron now", simply that was MTV's tactic all along, as in oh please do accept me, because I'm just another moron like the rest of you are...", in fact, that's how fashions become cliques that reject those who don't buy into them then, "...and today folks this moron fashion is predominant on forumland is it not..." mentioned the goblin seeing it for what it was where he for one was not going to buy into it, no, he would post for himself and be damned for it


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repost from elsewhere, the goblin summing up a livewriter in his view

"...what you see here..." the goblin started "...is simply a persona made up of four components then, "username" "avatar" "writing style" and "content"...", yet the goblin suspected that it was all too complicated to explain everything in one post, only that livewriters tended to keep everything uniform across forumland, perhaps as a self marketing ploy but more likely just as something to keep things simple in their reposting, so the goblin opened up, saying "...well, the username has to be uncommon enough to turn up one's other threads in a google search as mine does, though not too difficult for someone to remember it, the avatar, in my case a penguin, expresses both my current linux os in that I write of myself anonymously, my writing in third person simply forces the writer to choose a mask, a goblin in this case, which lastly leaves content where content is the most crucial part of all components, for without it, the everything else becomes meaningless...", oh and yes, the goblin had been right, for he hadn't explained the half of it, which didn't really matter of course because normal people never read this far


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repost from elsewhere, a writer's site

"...ah now..." started the goblin, continuing "...wouldn't it be more true to say that for every one person who opens an ebook these days, simply hundreds more are just turning up upon this internet in some form or other, so much so that even some of the best authors have dumped their publishers for going directly with amazon, why, because you have to ask yourself where your readers will be...", and no, the goblin wasn't saying that books were in any way dead or dying, the goblin was not arguing that the internet would entirely kill off the books in the same way that television had killed off the radio, but what was so evident to him was that the internet was turning bookreading into a residual market share, so the goblin continued "...simply the standard writing ways as we know them are becoming something residual now, where if that is so, then here is your chance to get into livewriting now, and no, there are no set rules about how one writes in one's posts upon forumland here, with no gurus to help you neither, instead there is only you figuring out what works for yourself in your posts, but then again isn't that just a wonderful freedom too, for here we are all equal now where if you're interesting enough, people will flock to read you forgiving whatever writing style you choose, whereas if not, well you might write as correctly as you wish but still your hitcount, something that doubles up as your readership here, will be as minimal as your posts actually deserve...", in fact, the goblin knew that anyone reading this post just stood upon the threshold of their writing in posts, where nothing came between them and forumland here bar what they did now


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repost from elsewhere, the goblin editing posts on what he thought was a dead forum

"...well I never, if it isn't xxxxx then..." went the happy goblin surprised at this chance encounter, then adding "...and to what do we owe the pleasure of this courtesy call here I wonder...", where the goblin for his part only needed places to revamp his posts each time, and had felt that here too was somewhere perfectly secluded, saying "...yes funny creatures humans, they always see things in such simple terms of membership upon forums, whereas I have seen literary hundreds of forums fold in my time, so to me I'm alone storing these posts upon places that I can both create edit show and store them...", which was all true enough where the goblin took note other people's comments, just that their company never changed that equation here, that of "the number of posts that one wishes to create show and store against the duration of time remaining", smiling "...I mean don't you notice yourself in this and how it's as much your equation as it is mine, just the person equated against to the time remaining..."

 

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the goblin didn't drink, or more truthfully he had shared a glass of white wine occasionally, feeling too, that his brain needed saving for the future, a flawed logic he suspected since it somewhat depended upon an assumption of a tomorrow that might not be, yet most people did die with much of their potential unused and with their money still in the bank, saying "...yes, I am poor, but not because of what I actually possess, more because I don't know how long I'll need it, so one carries this responsibility for one's future by holding back and saving now..." and the longer the goblin anticipated his life to be the poorer one became by it, somehow that line old young is old long just seemed apt here, saying "...no only in my childhood did I live for today, so the me now is one that lives projected into the future, ah but at least that better than me living in the past I suppose..."


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"...ah now first off nothing is ever safe whichever way it is stored, moreover a drawer has no response, and as long as it is posted over many forums eventually one will come across a reply that makes me think, much like yours has, though thinking alone is never enough for me, no it has to be actually made into a post to get that thought right with a picture to convey its image too, and then both text and picture are reposted to air/edit/backup it across forumland..." mentioned the goblin who, much like calling over some giant forumland forest, has perfected his own call then while listening out for the calls of others here, adding "...well yes, from the outset the forest perfects the calls of those creatures who would call across its canopy, yes, but the forest also grows the nature of those creatures too, so much so that forumland simply changes those who would remain here into those personas you now recognize by their being much as you read then, for what you write writes you back..."


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repost from elsewhere

the goblin was an old hand at this, and always advised mods, and admins alike, to use their moderating powers lightly, and only in extreme cases too, simply knowing that any thread will only die of its own accord, regardless of whoever posts whatever to it, so most threads become hijacked in the end, but what of it then, they still sink where not made into a sticky, explaining "...simply those who are posting to it are still giving the forum something for others to read here, whereas, if someone wants to post and then can't, or if some new poster like myself turns up and see lots of undue locks, deletions and bans, or again if a poster feels that that his or her efforts will only be curtailed here, then the end result becomes the same, a decrease in the number of new posts to the deprivation of the forum..." pausing a bit, then continuing "...where those new posts are the life blood of any site, and as such, are even more important than the actual number of members here, as it is for their posts I imagine, and not for the posters themselves, that most people are here, am I wrong I wonder, your reply would interest me..."


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repost from elsewhere, the troll's "last post" thread

"...no silly, of course you're allowed in here as we do need very light relief from time to time, besides, I'm still thinking over and appreciating that other deep post now..." said the goblin, suspecting that his reply to that would have to be in the morning then, concluding "...and so, without further ado now, I leave this thread in the more incapable hands of lesser mortals, with this signboard here that reads warning, the views expressed during this interval of my absence are those of trolls, and, as such, do not necessarily reflect the views of this forum, which are probably even worse, thank you..."


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“...well then...” started the goblin again, having thought it over now, continuing “...the great thing about being anonymous here, is that these posts, by that default then, belong to forumland now, so whatever happens to them really isn't my concern anymore, where instead only their creation concerns me...”, the goblin was simply explaining that, at best, he would become a known unknown, but that, at the very least, it would have been an adventure by it


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repost from elsewhere, how to make oneself super alienated on most writer's forum, lesson one

"...haven't times have changed now humans..." started the goblin then continuing "...no, no one on forumland can teach you how to write correctly for this internet here, none of that proper internet writing with internet workshops will cut ice now, instead just understand that your readership is reflected by your hitcount alone whereas the participation reflects your feedback too, your originality is in your writing style, etc., simply, it's just getting out there and posting till you have got it right...", the goblin broke off for a second, eyed the clock, and then explained "...what I'm saying is that if you can do a post that gets a hundred hits, then your good and I mean real good because you're no up against that meager bookworld there, you're really up against the likes of facebook, so keep the post concise, add an eye catching picture if you like as it'll teach you how to illustrate too, oh, and don't mind if it's a dud, but don't fob the post either, simply each post has to become a benchmark of self where your best posts are the ones still in the making, still to come, promise...", in fact, the goblin was thinking of those great personas of the bbs age, adding "...keep your username, avatar, and writing style too, as uniform as possible across forums where each forum will offer you both a new readership together with a new challenge too, and where reposting one's post is simply air/edit/backup between them, for without reposting, it's hard to turn one's posts into their final works..." in fact, the goblin had given birth to quite a few livewriters in his time, or more truthfully they would have probably just turned out like that anyway, merely the goblin had provided them with means to do it


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being anonymous the goblin wasn't sure if it was social networking as such, but he posted across dozens of forums daily, saying "...well, for me at least, facebook seems a writer's nightmare, something like "hi, my name is adolf, oh, and guess what, I hang out at walmats too, eat at mcdonalds where I do my internet, here's my photo, all my dumb details, the films I like, my PSP3 games then, oh, and take at look at this, my heavy metal tattoo on my bum, and my signed poster of bing crosby himself, aren't I amazing, oh please do accept me as I have enough superficial paraphernalia or whatever for you to like me now"...", where perhaps the first thing a writer should actually be, is free from all that crap, just honest to himself each time..." simply the goblin was saying, that whenever he had grown close to someone on forumland, it had been solely on the merit of their words alone, for what else of them was really here now, they were, until they appeared in real life that is, just as anonymous as the goblin was, quite unable to prove anything about themselves then


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"...ah yes, that problem of one's being finite upon this infinite of forumland again..." voiced the goblin alone with his thoughts this gray sunday morning, continuing "...so perhaps a livewriter writes for himself alone where the integrity of the works is foremost in his mind, accepting that it can't be everywhere and won't be accepted everywhere neither, something good in itself since it offers both a wide choice of forum/venues and frees one from concern over the outcome, in short, for the posts are submitted to the forum in exactly the same manner as a writer would submit his work to an editor here, yet only a fool would rely solely upon that forum alone, for how else could one become known across forumland, how else could one get a fair appraisal without many appraisals, how else can one edit and revamp one's posts, and how else can one safeguard their loss too, without posting them across many forums as possible, in short across forumland itself then..." continuing "...so here becomes yet another venue of one's many air/edit/backup venues across forumland, yet the venue gains in content by it too, win/win then...", in fact, the goblin was now on the most unlikeliest of forums/venues for exactly this very reason there, smiling "...no I get turfed out some places while other places close down of their own accord, not that it matters for always I continue posting elsewhere upon forumland like as if on a mad journey to self..."


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repost from elsewhere,

"...ah now I can relate, as you humans often try to get by by not even trying, and thus feeling able to avoid the commitment there in about the big question perhaps, but somehow their individuality bars them from letting be and just becoming superficial like everyone else, a doubt that they are somehow deeper, and perhaps it's from that dissatisfaction with letting be that one's journey to self starts in earnest..." ventured the goblin whose journey to self was this writing then, explaining "...that's all, where what I do in no big deal then, just that it's the only deal going unless one wants to give up without even trying now..."

 

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the goblin had faced this very same question often enough, explaining "...well, a livewriter for me is simply a pokemon upgrade of a normal forum poster, and yet he is also someone who has built up such a uniform and known persona across forumland that it turns him or her into a kind of author/performer whichever forum/venue that livewriter turns up on, yet seeming forumless too..." the goblin broke off for a second, coffee, then dived back continuing "...and where his of her posts are like published works in their own right where what the reader wants what is within those posts then, just a short text that is often well illustrated too, and where the username just becomes synonymous with the author's name, and where one instinctively clicks onto that thread first amongst the choice of new posts, and where the thread's postcount is a fraction of its hitcount..." mentioned the goblin, knowing that the biggest difference between a normal poster and a livewriter was that a livewriter collected their posts into something to repost elsewhere, a livewriter was a reposter then, concluding "...so it's not that one does good posts straight off that makes one a livewriter, it's that one keeps improving upon those original posts by reposting them that turns one into a livewriter eventually..."


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repost from elsewhere, a writer's site, slowly chipping away at their "the gospel according to good penmanship" there

the goblin was just thinking of how easy it was to play either the mentor or the tormentor here, saying "...yet for me, part of my selfishness is knowing something so simple in itself, that is that the point of one's posting is never merely for the sake of one's participation here, for if one sells oneself cheaply for acceptance then one's posts become like mere tags, whereas if something is actually meant by all those tags, then surely, shouldn't they be made into meaningful posts instead of tags each time...", so the goblin never tagged a thread with the first thing he thought up, as many here seems to do, no, either he posted something tangible of moderate length or passed up on replying altogether, adding "...for someone who is not selfish in what they post becomes invisible by being selfless, where writing is not somewhere else as in those ebooks elsewhere, nor something tucked away in some unread blog in its designated section either, no for me one's writing must be in one's posts too...", and with that, the goblin knew he now had to finalize this post and to find that matching picture for it, remarking "...ah yes, and how easy all this posting would be if one didn't edit the text and add its picture, but then a writer's way with words and an illustrator's eye won't come constant practice here, yet oddly, one doesn't have to display that picture, nor even post the finalized post for others, for it never what results that matters, ah no it's merely the practice of posting that counts, for that alone remains..."


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"...take that which you want as all that I have is everyone's..." replied the goblin, who in his turn had pinched it from somewhere else, saying "...ah but such is the bounty of our forays into forumland yonder is it not...", which admittedly was easier, than his facing that other question of "ok then, which forum has banned me today", "...ah, but one only loses when one gives up..." replied the goblin, adding "...so each post is a win of sorts, whereas to keep on posting across forumland till the end is a triumph indeed..." in fact, the goblin often wondered if he wasn't posting more for the pleasure of his ghosts in his head, than for any potential reader on the forums around him now, concluding "...well yes, those readers are ok I suppose, but just like the forums too, they do come and go somewhat, whereas my ghosts, well let's just say that their apparitions can be relied upon to haunt me still..."


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"...it's good that you have such writing talent..." remarked the goblin then continuing "...though it might be best, to let one sentence flow into that next, without that full stop there, where the intention is to carry on the feeling or the first remark into your next, even if that might not be grammatically correct, it's still a common enough trick that works in a fashion...", the goblin broke off for a moment, if only to get the next bit right to himself, where the day had been long again, and where the snow still fell with the now rapidly approaching evening that would hardly allow the goblin time to continue for long, he had to rush now, but there was something to say still, always something it seems, he restarted "...conversation can be handled many ways, and perhaps the usual writing spaced lines in posts makes it longer than need be, especially if you're using paragraphs too...", "...so what would suggest there goblin..." went a voice in the background, "...don't know really, perhaps one could write one line directly above another, or use commas between speech, cutting out length again, I mean us livewriters have no guidebook to go on, you know that, it's just whatever floats your boat here, just you and your readers your very own way then, and besides you know me too, I compress my stuff into small looking posts, upping the chances of being read here, as TL;DR depends of length...", "...suppose so goblin, but are you going to explain the pictures this time...", "...nah, they're just an indulgence for anyone who wants to get an illustrator's eye through practice, and besides the poster didn't mention if her work is destined for the page or the thread...", yet somehow the goblin was beginning to sense that the plot ran deeper than he had first guessed, so like most livewriters, he just picked some picture to underline the text and saved the work away before actually hitting the "post" button here, while the snow just snowed on

 

repost from elsewhere, chatting with another livewriter

"...ah now, in short, you're asking me the whats the whys with their eventualities too of all this posting here while all along I remain anonymous throughout..." mused the goblin, continuing "...well, for sure it can't be for that fame or fortune then, so instead those concepts of to create an enduring persona into my old age, or to know oneself by what one posts, or even to become known anonymously might all be true enough in themselves, and yet, they have little if any connection to my real motivation here, which is this journey to self upon forumland that has me walking down these paths in posts, which perhaps is all this posting will ever be for me, just a short journey to self indeed, or simply a force of habit where I have made it so, something without reason then, but still the me I seek by it ..."


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repost from elsewhere, the goblin still selling the idea somewhere

"...no no no mortals..." cried the goblin in quick alarm here, adding "...that's that boring old blog style again isn't it, where some central character does his or her own stuff alone letting others look on to comment, no novelty, no shared effort whatsoever, done that been there...", somehow the dark outside the goblin's apartment at this point was spelling night to him, somewhat contradicting the clock on the wall that would have one believe it was very early morning time, "...ah, never trust clocks I say, don't they just jump that minute hand the moment one's creating some plot now, thieves the lot of them, but I digress so, so no, I'm looking for a "round table" like thread, a shared thread with random spontaneous momentum, something for all to contribute to in turn, and out of turn even, as equals perhaps..." in fact, random threads often were the forums's biggest ones, not only because they received more posts and hits then any individual effort could, but also because they were interactive in nature, where humans like that, to which the goblin just said "...think of that film where those ghosts want to play baseball again, where the ghost kept saying if you create it, they will come...", and so would be for the goblin, and his friends too


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