Some months ago I had decided to step down as a moderator. The two reasons I stayed on longer than intended were that I wanted to be available to the newer mods, and I do enjoy this community. I want to be an enthusiast for a while. I have a full life offline. I'll be on and off CC here. For those not interested in reading further, so long and thanks for all the fish.
History and Moderator Philosophy
My entire world changed in 2020. Since I had the time, I volunteered to assist Mark, as I had been a moderator elsewhere. CC soon found out I was a woke, raging liberal who is fair. Some would argue that fairness, and those someone's are no longer on CC, but my conscience is quite clear. The rules from which I operate: does the reported member follow the TOS or forum rules, is the reported member stirring up shit to stir up shit, is the reported member posting a personal attack, and has the reported member been warned before? If yes on any of the above, then I gave a warning, forum timeout, site timeout, or ban. Narrator voice: there will be peace, or there will be pieces of you - choose wisely.
CC Moderators
Be kind to the mod team, but don't mistake THEIR kindnesses for weakness. Everyone has a limit, and when they're reached theirs, they too will take action. I have full faith in them. @Mark @Gary @netrunner @Charlie_Bear @Shake49 @cheeseboy @Babichev - you're a fantastic team, and I so appreciate everything you do.
You didn't ask, but here are two portions of my most favorite American poems of the early 1900's.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
T.S. Eliot
...And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair —
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin —
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
...
I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
Morning Song Of Senlin
Conrad Potter Aiken
It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning
When the light drips through the shutters like the dew,
I arise, I face the sunrise,
And do the things my fathers learned to do.
Stars in the purple dusk above the rooftops
Pale in a saffron mist and seem to die,
And I myself on a swiftly tilting planet
Stand before a glass and tie my tie.