A gentleman who goes by the name Heisenberg wrote in response to the etherf@rm birthday post:
Indeed, days on which I do not post render me sleepless at night because I know I’m not just “letting the rank and file down”…I’m letting myself down. On mornings after non-post days, while you and many others are drinking their first cup of coffee, reading the local paper, or having sex (some, in the interest of efficiency, have devised methods of doing all three at once), I clean the floor of the local church’s bathroom with my tongue to atone for my sins. So strong is my remorse and so great is my desire to make good with the world that if the doors of the local church are locked, I shatter one of its stained glass windows. On those days, while I’m licking the church bathroom floor, I get little pieces of glass stuck on my tongue. I then spend the whole day in front of the mirror, picking pieces of glass out of my bloody tongue with tweezers and/or a dustbuster.
You’d think that these consequences–emotional suffering, overwhelming guilt, and a bloody, lacerated tongue–would dissuade any human being with my DNA profile from going another day without posting.
But it doesn’t. It becomes a vicious circle. A vicious, vicious circle.