I get ideas for threads a lot. I find that I get them when something notable in some way happens, and there’s no one around to tell about it, and I think, “Boy, I’d like to share this with someone.” However, I rarely actually start the threads; I forget about them, or decide they’re too mundane or pointless or personal or context-specific or whatever, and wouldn’t make interesting threads. However, a thread of threads we’ve almost started might be interesting, plus it might lead to some interesting actual threads.
So, some of mine follow (links go to Google; I just thought they would look better as links):
I almost started a thread entitled Reasons why I think jackelope is cool…, but decided against it. yes, it’s up to the reader to determine whether the non-posting of this potential thread was because of lack of material, or my own natural restraint / reserve
Seriously though, these are some of the threads I’ve almost started (or something similar to them):
How do you handle public displays of affection?
I’m no good at this…
Borrowing books at the library…
How do I learn to take things less personally?
Help! I think I may have lost a friend; how to reconnect with her?
(I can’t do the forum-by-forum thing that Libertarian did, though… oh well)
Now, as for threads I actually did start that I regretted later… man, that would be a whole other thread. Certainly I can think of some right off the top of my head.
Many’s the time I fought back the urge to share a tidbit of my life, because in the grand scheme of things, I know most of you don’t care about my piddly existence. Plus I couldn’t figure out a punchline. So I’ve held myself back.
What is the freaking problem with you New Yorkers?
Seriously. All day long I deal with internal & external customers up & down the eastern seaboard but I’ve never been hung up on, cursed out, and threatened so much as when I have to deal with a Manhattanite. I’d never start this thread because it would have to go in the BBQ Pit.
I swear that I was going to put a thread in GQ asking if blondes would become extinct, because the gene for it is recessive, about a month before the big hoo-ha about it started.
That would have been so cool if I had done it. Everyone would have thought that I was responsible for the newspaper stories, and excitement.
Captain Rocko and his encounter with the biker gang, the Bandidos
Captain Rocko and Pepsi, the Wonderfly who found us at a Love’s gas station and stayed with us a 100 miles, until my mom tried to kill it and he flew away. We think he found his way to the Bandidos now.
Captain Rocko and his Grandpa, the fork nazi
Captain Rocko and the Story of the time his noble pooch sidekick, T-Rex Superman, went into heat. And the hilarity that followed. It was a comedy of errors.
What a trip.
*I am Captain Rocko. But have not reach a conclusion over Username changing.
no there’s a story!
It would be over pretty quick. He’s not the most agile of felines.
Oh yeah. I almost started another one called “what was the song where it went…” … of course I realised, strangely enough, that knowing the lyrics would help. La-la-la’ing can only get you so far on a message board.
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