Back in the day people were responding to threads so fast you couldn't get a post in edgewise. Hundreds of posts per hour at all hours of the day. WTF happened? Where did everybody go? Is the whole site like this now? Has the Golden Age just past? I want answers, dammit.

Too many people flooded the forum with Woe is me threads about how much they hate their lives and that they have nothing worth living for. Save their well paying American jobs, house with indoor plumbing and iPads. It got to a point where everyone was posting such noise and nobody was left to console them, tell them what a great person they are, and give them a gold star. Eventually, without the kind words of strangers through the internet, everyone killed themselves. Now we're left with the dregs of the forums, and most of us don't care to deal with it. So unless you post something we can ridicule or come up with a witty one-liner off, we're not going to respond.

I'm not reading that.

If I go back and take out all the words with more than 2 syllables will you read it?

Yup. But only if you add pictures too.

If I go back and take out all the words with more than 2 syllables will you read it?

Back in the day people were responding to threads so fast you couldn't get a post in edgewise. Hundreds of posts per hour at all hours of the day. WTF happened? Where did everybody go? Is the whole site like this now? Has the Golden Age just passed? I want answers now, dammit.

You need to grease each word with salt and lard.

Basically, the key here now is to kick someone's ass, or become someone's bitch.

I think the "coffee shops" were the beginning of the end. I fucking hated the coffee shops.

Remember little colin? Unlikely. He moderated "comp climbing" or something like that for a few years. I met him here in 2001 when we were 13 and 15. He later defected to b.com, and we wound up living together for four years (with Lox living with us for two of them). Internets: a series of weird, weird tubes.

Hey Jules!

This site has become a post-apocalyptic wasteland, where either you are completely alone, or roving hordes jump out and mock you. Think Mad Max. The only safety is in autonomous anarcho-syndicate collectives such as Sty's Post Count Increaser.

Basically, the key here now is to kick someone's ass, or become someone's bitch.

Yeah, I think I remember Colin. Never met him in real life. I met Lox a couple times in Hueco and TexAss, not sure if he remembers me, though.

I just went and clicked a random thread on b.com to see what it was like. Looks like Lox ha gotten nice in his old age.

I think the "coffee shops" were the beginning of the end. I fucking hated the coffee shops.

Asshole + wife = pussy.

Ha!

I think the "coffee shops" were the beginning of the end. I fucking hated the coffee shops.

Gud question. Maybe it's because we're all assholes.

heh.

Don't know why you left but between this and your post in the roulette thread, I'm kinda glad your back.

*madface*

and then the BET came through and took out the coffee shoppe......back to the good old days

I think that Angry's prank of responding to four pages worth of old coffee shop threads in one morning also really helped drive the EC5.7M crew away.

So... every day there's a new coffee thread, yes?
9500 responses worth of blort in that crap just on Mondays alone

Okay, I usually wouldn't care but credit is due where credit is fucking due. Especially when that credit is Sty's.

It was Stinky's idea. He PM'ed me the details a few days before he passed away, a simple PM starting

He was laughing his ass off just at the thought of how much all the coffee shoppers shitzing their pants in rage if they couldn't find their beloved thread.
The original plan was to post then delete, leaving a "fresh" coffee shop thread on the FP without a trace.

I told John about it, and he found out that posting then deleting dropped the post from the page, so we were going to have to leave our posts in.
Not as good, but whatever. We decided he should do the majority of the actual posting since I was fresh from the BANZpit, and the admin staff all have a stiffy for him cuz (and I quote) "something to do with the occasional serious answer, how long I've been around, that I'm real life friends with much of this site, and that I climb way the fuck harder than most people here".

Anyways, yeah. The shit went down and pantz were filled with it, all according to plan. Halfway through Macherry tried tagging the date on the end so I went through and found all the coffee shops I had started (luckily I had started quite a few) and edited the title to exactly match MaCherry's to draw out the suffering just a little longer.

SWHA.

Okay, I usually wouldn't care but credit is due where credit is fucking due. Especially when that credit is Sty's.

It was Stinky's idea. He PM'ed me the details a few days before he passed away, a simple PM starting

He was laughing his ass off just at the thought of how much all the coffee shoppers shitzing their pants in rage if they couldn't find their beloved thread.
The original plan was to post then delete, leaving a "fresh" coffee shop thread on the FP without a trace.

I told John about it, and he found out that posting then deleting dropped the post from the page, so we were going to have to leave our posts in.
Not as good, but whatever. We decided he should do the majority of the actual posting since I was fresh from the BANZpit, and the admin staff all have a stiffy for him cuz (and I quote) "something to do with the occasional serious answer, how long I've been around, that I'm real life friends with much of this site, and that I climb way the fuck harder than most people here".

Anyways, yeah. The shit went down and pantz were filled with it, all according to plan. Halfway through Macherry tried tagging the date on the end so I went through and found all the coffee shops I had started (luckily I had started quite a few) and edited the title to exactly match MaCherry's to draw out the suffering just a little longer.

SWHA.

You need to grease each word with salt and lard.

Actually I like chunky peanut butter.

Mixed right in with your insulin shot, no doubt.

Pictures not of 'the nipple'.

Yup. But only if you add pictures too.

There you go.

And who says koala is the least useful mod of all time?

Certainly nobody who was around when Reno was a mod.

This hate filled sentiment has been reported.

*madface*

This hate filled sentiment has been reported.

*madface*

Okay, I usually wouldn't care but credit is due where credit is fucking due. Especially when that credit is Sty's.

It was Stinky's idea. He PM'ed me the details a few days before he passed away, a simple PM starting

He was laughing his ass off just at the thought of how much all the coffee shoppers shitzing their pants in rage if they couldn't find their beloved thread.
The original plan was to post then delete, leaving a "fresh" coffee shop thread on the FP without a trace.

I told John about it, and he found out that posting then deleting dropped the post from the page, so we were going to have to leave our posts in.
Not as good, but whatever. We decided he should do the majority of the actual posting since I was fresh from the BANZpit, and the admin staff all have a stiffy for him cuz (and I quote) "something to do with the occasional serious answer, how long I've been around, that I'm real life friends with much of this site, and that I climb way the fuck harder than most people here".

Anyways, yeah. The shit went down and pantz were filled with it, all according to plan. Halfway through Macherry tried tagging the date on the end so I went through and found all the coffee shops I had started (luckily I had started quite a few) and edited the title to exactly match MaCherry's to draw out the suffering just a little longer.

SWHA.

There you go.

i totally gapped on that one magnus. thanks for the refresher.

oh sty you son of a bitch, we miss you

You were too busy blaming us for something we didn't do to remember your histories properly.

Facebook was the nuke that flattened the community.

I was 13 when I started climbing/joined here.
I was 14 when my friends got murdered.
I was 15 when I called the administrators "bitches" in a fit of rage and quit/got fired from my mod/editor duties.
I was 16 when I went to college 2500 miles from "home".
I was 17 when I dropped out (for the first time)
I was 18 when I had shoulder surgery and thought I'd never climb again.
I was 19 when I went back to school.
I was 20 when I was diagnosed as bipolar and ended a 3-yr relationship.
I was 21 when I got fired from the job I loved and moved to the devil city, the burning hole from which no birds shall rise.
I was 22 when I ... well, now.
Eris knows where I'll be at 23.

Life happens. Shit changes. Shit happens. Everyone changes. Priorities change. Hope overcomes. Worlds collapse. I've learned you've gotta roll with it, and let your internets roll too.

TL;DR: I'm a stoned insomniac. Also, I'ved edited this post three four five six times.

I was 13 when I started climbing/joined here.
I was 14 when my friends got murdered.
I was 15 when I called the administrators "bitches" in a fit of rage and quit/got fired from my mod/editor duties.
I was 16 when I went to college 2500 miles from "home".
I was 17 when I dropped out (for the first time)
I was 18 when I had shoulder surgery and thought I'd never climb again.
I was 19 when I went back to school.
I was 20 when I was diagnosed as bipolar and ended a 3-yr relationship.
I was 21 when I got fired from the job I loved and moved to the devil city, the burning hole from which no birds shall rise.
I was 22 when I ... well, now.
Eris knows where I'll be at 23.

Life happens. Shit changes. Shit happens. Everyone changes. Priorities change. Hope overcomes. Worlds collapse. I've learned you've gotta roll with it, and let your internets roll too.

TL;DR: I'm a stoned insomniac. Also, I'ved edited this post three four five six times.

I prompted it, but there were mutual feelings that it probably needed to happen. Heartbreaking to both parties no less.

I meant which one of your personalities. The bipolar thing? Never mind.

I got it. It was clever.

Bipolar, not schizophrenic (MPD)... there's only one of me.

Albeit misguided.

I'm in lurve with my coffee grinder.

Burr grinder? Because those little whirly things are so passé.

I went for a fancy whirly one, the burr ones were just too big for my wee kitchen. I still am on the lookout for an antique wall mount hand grinder that is less than $400...or I'll just steal my parents.

Pfffffft. I find that the whirly ones leave a burnt flavor on home roasted beans; which is the only coffee I drink. It also pulls out oils which have a sharp flavor if you ice brew your java; which I do of course. The uncouth aroma leaves me blorted and unable to fit into my tight jeans, and inevitably my common-man jeans get caught in the chain of my fixie.

home roasting? ice brew? Nope, I buy whole beans direct from green mt.

You do realize that Green Mt. is just a huge conglomerate corporate juggernaut that takes your money and dumps their coffee grinds in the river, right? Can't we all coexist?

Well duh, that's why the banks of the Winooski are so thick with veg!

Woo! Oh wait, you said 'veg'.

Volvo makes bikes?

Pfffffft. I find that the whirly ones leave a burnt flavor on home roasted beans; which is the only coffee I drink. It also pulls out oils which have a sharp flavor if you ice brew your java; which I do of course. The uncouth aroma leaves me blorted and unable to fit into my tight jeans, and inevitably my common-man jeans get caught in the chain of my fixie.

You guys killed the cawfee shoppez.