Do you worry that you might be a thread killer?

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i've got plenty of teddies, it must be my puppeteer side, I really hope to turn them into stories one day, making the atelier ready first though

Technically I've not killed a thread--but left it on life-support so that other threads could come along and harvest its vowels. Finally, I did get to pull the plug. It was a sad day in March, when the tulips under the thread's hospital window kept their mouths open waiting to be fed worms.

it sounds like you've got a very poetic threadkilling potential ! and at least you do care about the poor dying thread

Thank you for noticing! I've studied under several European thread-killing masters. And I do very much care for this thread, in the same way that I care about threats to the environment. One day it's a thread (who cares? the population says) the next it's an entire language. It's one thing to lose an actual polar bear--but to not be able to write and say 'polar bear'--what sort of world does that leave?

p.s I love the word 'atelier'. Reminds me of a drafty loft, hunched at an easel, hesitantly murking too-thick deposits of oil paint about under the withering, hawk-nosed glare of the atelier's thinly mustachioed master--a lady of some repute whose biceps are entirely too large for comfort.

Atelier is indeed a good word. The phrase 'dying thread' also conjurs up images - of the industrial revolution with workers in dark,satanic
mills (or perhaps ateliers) pouring coloured dyes onto threads of fabric they've woven together.
A bit like us really,pouring coloured posts onto a thread we've woven together.Although Wrong Planet is a vast improvement on a dark,satanic mill.

is it not atelier then, the workspace to make art?
i'm afraid i must disapoint you concerning the biceps, i only weigh 60 kg (i've always thought this was kind of well envelopped, but here i cannot but feel a little elf)
a mustache i don't have either ...
the poetry is here and has a multiplication of images, now someone in a cosy corner-maybe slightly higher than the rest of the room-thread- with a guitar would be nice

I'm a constant thread-killer. I can post a one-word response after a string of active one-word responses and the thread will come to a dead stop. Or more often than not when the thread picks up in the next few hours, I don't get replies.

It's like I don't exist most of the time. Usually a few days after I join up and people are over the "Say hello to the new guy" phase and have that "Oh." moment, and my posts after that go unnoticed.

I've been a member of a few boards for over three years each, and I still can't get any good conversations out of any of them.

I wish you a lot of conversations here!

Don't forget that people often start replying when they know you (not everyone is like that and people with autism probably less than others, i for one am more subject focused, also replying or not for does not mean i did not find it interesting but that i did not have something to add worth adding)

There are several threads on Wrong Planet where you can post without killing the thread, like letter games and so, they've been going on for years, you'll probably need quite something to kill those

The Thread knew that something was wrong. This Thread had been here a long time. It had seen flame wars, been moved, threatened with being locked half a dozen times, but it had survived. It just knew when something wasn't right and tonight, something wasn't right. Mike_the_EE had read it again. That wasn't unusual in itself, but tonight seamed different. The Thread knew that the chances of him posting were remote. He had posted less than 100 times in 2 years. Usually, he lurked. Usually, but not tonight. The Thread's worst fears were soon confirmed. Mike_the_EE clicked "PostReply" and the Thread knew what that meant, it was about to die. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe he would change his mind. But then he started typing, and the Thread knew that it was doomed. Slowly, coldly, methodically he typed and the reply formed. He inserted the occasional emoticon, tweaked the BB code and went back and forth between Preview and editing. The Thread could only watch helplessly. Finally, the typing stopped. He just stared at the screen. After what seamed like an eternity his face produced a sneer that would probably pass for pleasure on a normal person and he hit "Submit". The Thread wasn't even able to scream. The triple bladed weapon of humor that no one likes, observations that no one shares, and a boring writing style pierced the heart of the Thread. It immediately began to fall down the topic list. Regular readers of the Thread were stunned. How could this have happened? They immediately, valiantly, started to bump the Thread in an effort to revive it, but to no avail. As soon as the bumping stopped, it would fall faster than the time before. There was even a last minute plea to the mods to sticky the Thread, but by then everyone realized that it was too little to late. The beloved Thread was dead. It fell further and further down the topic list to oblivion. With no hint of shame or remorse, Mike_the_EE turned away from watching the dieing Thread and returned to lurking, until the next time.

And I thought I was just being paranoid,I know I've been the last post and I did wonder if what I wrote had some thing to do with it.I had hoped that maybe the topic was just exhausted and it wasn't my fault.I was never good at musical chairs and it gave me the same feeling as when I was left standing.

i-is it st-t-i-il alive?

heh, I swear I was having this exact thought and then apparently clicked into exactly the right forum =P

Yes, I can't work out if I bore people or if the intellectual content of my posts is too high and people can't relate to them.

I just know that as I can get a thread moving I can also kill it stone dead! lol

I was really surprised that it seemed like I managed to kill the heart transplant thread!

I wonder the same, although I don't really think of it as intellectual content so much as talking about forests when everyone else wants to talk about trees. or maybe I'm boring, that's what I normally assume.

this thread is getting waaaaaay tooooo long - think i should kill it right here - this is the end so don't even go the reply button...it's all over. done. finished. dead. goodbye.