I guess it's a financial and/or procedural thing. Something needed doing recently and some IT bod was employed to do it, and probably their contract indemnified them against the loss of Sharky's ability to annoy the neighbours with his seemingly infinite collection of Sharkworld Avatars (soon to be collected into a kind of multiversal Top Trumps card game*) or the loss of the Active Topics page. So the job was done, the fee was paid and any "minor niggles" would be sorted out next time. Splundigs, Tharg, and thanks for all the groats. Or maybe the IT's all in-house and there just isn't time to listen to us whining nonscrots complaining about piffling avatars when numerous Twoothy characters are in such dire and imminent peril, requiring The Mighty One's undivided attention. "The forum? Pfa! They will come anyway. Their reverence for my mighty organ far outweighs their trifling annoyances. Ignore them and concentrate on trying to bond vodka molecules with polystyrene..."
From what little I know of you, Funt, you seem capable of rectifying these trifling annoyances and potentially even capable of invoking the much prayed for Holy Like Button with nary more than a dozen keystrokes and a moderately strong drink. If not you, then I bet someone here can do it. Donate (insert ill-informed short unit of time here) or two to helping TMO service his loyal Squaxx so that He doesn't have to take His mighty eye off those miserable creator droids for a moment. But I guess "the insurance" strangles such ideas at birth.
We can only entreat The Mighty One to take a moment from his lofty concerns to address the minor quibbles of us, His lowly servants. Pray, sacrifice a thrill sucker (or a Barry Manilow cd), kneel facing Betelgeuse and repeat after me...
From what little I know of you, Funt, you seem capable of rectifying these trifling annoyances and potentially even capable of invoking the much prayed for Holy Like Button with nary more than a dozen keystrokes and a moderately strong drink. If not you, then I bet someone here can do it. Donate (insert ill-informed short unit of time here) or two to helping TMO service his loyal Squaxx so that He doesn't have to take His mighty eye off those miserable creator droids for a moment. But I guess "the insurance" strangles such ideas at birth.
We can only entreat The Mighty One to take a moment from his lofty concerns to address the minor quibbles of us, His lowly servants. Pray, sacrifice a thrill sucker (or a Barry Manilow cd), kneel facing Betelgeuse and repeat after me...
Our Thriller who art in Oxford,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy thrillage come.
Thy will be done
in Progs as it is in the Meg.
Give us this week our weekly comic,
and forgive us our criticisms,
as we forgive those who criticise against us,
and lead us not into Marvel,
but deliver us from Dark Horse.
For thine is the thrill and the power, and the story,
forever and ever.
Amen.
P.S. Please can you fix the website and give us a "like" button. Ta muchly.
Amen, Amen.
*No it isn't.
Amen, Amen.