I just find it rather funny that when it comes to what happens on this board, all of a sudden your gut reaction and Starving Artist-like dedication to tradition trumps all.
It’s extraordinarily like talking about gay marriage. Somehow, in some mysterious way, Something Bad Will Happen. There is reliance on tradition, on elevating gut feelings above reason, on ignoring evidence, etc. There’s an end result you want, so you scrape around for reasons to justify it and end up sounding more than slightly demented and desperate.
There is nothing special about tradition. Tradition isn’t an argument.
Vinyl Turnip, by agreeing with me, you demonstrate exceptional foresight and state-of-the-art cogitative ability—I therefore submit this avatar to be considered for assignment to you.
It’d be like being able to pit people in every forum! Except the pitting would be permanent!
About the only thing the plan is missing is to make it impossible for anyone to disable their view of the avatars. Well, that and mandating that all the avatars would have to be work-inappropriate. That would be good too. (Not that a mandate would likely be necessary.)
Aside from recognizing that that’s a really stupid plan, sure, I’m totally with you.
I mean, it’s not like the real dicks and idiots around here don’t already get reputations. All you’re doing is allowing the avatar-charged dicks and idiots to get all second-grader on other people, who are just as likely to be contributors as detractors. After all it’s not like we could trust the judgement of the avatar-charged dicks and idiots who would bother to get all into the catastrophic reprisal thing.
begbert2, you’re over-thinking things. I get it…you’re on-board, but you feel like you should contribute something of substance in order to justify your inclusion. No need, really! Best for you to just…you know…be seen and not heard…and leave the thinking to people like me.
Not gonna read this whole tread, sorry if I’m fucking this up.
“Well, that’s where we go a-ridin’ into town, a-whompin’ and a-whumpin’ every livin’ thing that moves within an inch of its life. Except the women folks, of course.”
“You spare the women?”
“Naw, we rape the shit out of them at the Number Six Dance later on.”