~ The Mod's (Be)musment ~

To stick, or not to stick: that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to highlight

The thoughts and musings of an outrageous frog,

Or to let them swim in a sea of postings,

And by swimming, to find their own end? To write: to post;

No more; and by a post to say we start

The thinking and the thousand natural minds

That frogs are heir to, 'tis an occupation

Devoutly to be wish'd. To write, to post;

To post: perchance to sticky: ay, there's the rub;

For in that stickied post what thoughts may come

When we have read and then logged off this board of toil,

Must give us pause: there's the joy

That makes reward of so long a draft;

For who would bear the lines, the sentences of time,

The shill’s attacks, the reactive pede’s abuse,

The pangs of failing sight, the mod’s delay,

The frustrations of the ups and downs

The patient effort of the meandering takes,

When frog himself might his drafting make

With a keyboard and a mouse? who would posting bear,

To grunt and sweat with keks galore,

But that the hope of some sweet posting,

Might lift the board to that collective thought,

The hive mind, the genius, of Q and his anons?

<exeunt>

~ The Mod's (Be)musment ~

To stick, or not to stick: that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to highlight

The thoughts and musings of an outrageous frog,

Or to take let them swim in a sea of postings,

And by swimming, to find their own end? To write: to post;

No more; and by a post to say we start

The thinking and the thousand natural minds

That frogs are heir to, 'tis an occupation

Devoutly to be wish'd. To write, to post;

To post: perchance to sticky: ay, there's the rub;

For in that stickied post what thoughts may come

When we have read and then logged off this board of toil,

Must give us pause: there's the joy

That makes reward of so long a draft;

For who would bear the lines, the sentences of time,

The shill’s attacks, the reactive pede’s abuse,

The pangs of failing sight, the mod’s delay,

The frustrations of the ups and downs

The patient effort of the meandering takes,

When frog himself might his drafting make

With a keyboard and a mouse? who would posting bear,

To grunt and sweat with keks galore,

But that the hope of some sweet posting,

Might lift the board to that collective thought,

The hive mind, the genius, of Q and his anons?

<exeunt>