I think it would be interesting to see an autobiographical thread.

"Although you would not know it to see me today, I was born in the midst of a fevered pitch of neurosis and insomnia, in the darkest hours of the night. My original author could not sleep, and conceived me in a tortured state between unwanted waking and a thirst for dreaming. As such, he knew I would be a perfect thread for the Mudcat, and there he placed me, hoping I would grow.

"And so I did. ... I never will forget the first time I was posted to by a troll. I felt abused, even violated, my standards ignored, forced to contain the worst drivel this perverted, broken soul could spew through his lousy dial-up connection....

"In the flower of my blooming youth, I was a thread to see. Some of the greatest posted to me!! Big Mick, Joe Offer, even the legendary Catspaw. I was the belle of the forum, with a full dance card of posts and counter posts every evening, and doubly so on Saturdays.

"...But as I grew older, I found they came knocking on my title less frequently, and I gradually became forgotten, as though everything that could be said had been, and I was abandoned for younger, more attractive threads. Thus I settled into a long state of disuse, with only an occasional meandering reader checking up on what I had once had to show the world so brightly.    The day I first fell off the bottom of the screen was a day of horror. Where I had once floated amongst scores of interesting threads, rising up to the top often, and drifting among fellows of my kind, all at once I was cast into blackness.

I cannot describe the feeling of falling off the bottom of the list. I prayed for someone to look me up, but the long dark silences continued, until I gave up hope. ...."

:D Sad life.



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