I was reviewing some of the earlier history of the Undead Thread, which is a useful thing to do if one wishes to remain current in the continuing discourse, when I noticed that a strange diminution (a reduction) in content is apparently at work, limiting the topics, such as they are, to inanitiies about diet and health, relatives and friends, and all the ubiquitous pets that infest our lives with drudgery designed as loving tasks to be performed that ostensibly benefit us in some unimaginable fashion, and that many of the more esoteric search engine troopers of the Undead Thread have decamped on a more or less permanent fashion, perhaps finding greener pastures in which to ruminate on the oddities of the Universe, or possibly seeking a more luminous enchantment for their observations as they scan an ever-widening array of cosmic possibilities.
Would you repeat the question?
Just because you mix your metaphors dose not cause you not to be concise in a run on sentence about what you met her for.
I, also, have observed the same, and find it a source of concern that so many seemingly-former denizens of these virtually space-borne halls have, for whatever reason, or reasons, not felt compelled to refresh the appearance of their respective member identifiers among the ranks of those affixed to the posts of the few that herein more regularly appear.
Meanwhile, Professor David Lambuth turns in his grave.
We’re tired, Bob.