miniver Same as chat_death, as far as I am concerned. But, it's usually not what happens when you decide that it is what should happen. Blather_suicide rarely works as finitely as one would will, and frequently ends in mere blather_diet (or chat_suicide end chat_diet). Even more frequently, it does not end at all, but returns as blather_relapse -- even, in many cases, with a new name and a new outlook on blather_life (or chat_remission and chat_life).

Of course, I am not the strongest nor most determined blatherer, chatter, human being: and my blather_, chat_, and life_experience reflects that. Suicide takes a certain amount of will_power and faithful melodrama, neither of which has ever really been a dominant characteristic of mine.

Of course, the public_announcement phase of the suicide_manifesto is the indubitably silly but historically obvious first step -- to any act of determination, actually. People -- even the suicidal ones, it seems -- have pride: and, though it also seems absurd in such an extreme case, it is motivational to have to avoid going back on one's word. And, of course, if you're going to go, why not demand the attention of everyone else when you do? Cry_for_attention.

With this in mind, I think this post may assist a few people in their interpretive demonstrations of blather_suicide. I will be watching for Act_the_Second, ready with a knowing grin, but also empirically interested in being proven wrong. Though I trivialize, it is as much in recognition of my own past demonstrations as those of anyone else. I wish them more luck -- or more determination -- than I experienced myself. And I continue about, happily and mostly otherwise, until my blathing runs its course. Will my blather_death come in my sleep -- a massive writer's block, at some ripe old age? Or shall I be ceased by an irreversible incoherence tomorrow, or the next day, or the next, typing at my keyboard? Or will boredom drift me away, someday, unannounced?

Who will go gently? And, who will rage?

And who will live forever?
miniver "Blathe, blathe against the dying of the light..."

Haha. Hah.

Oh, dear...
johnny west Lots of blather casualties.

There have been many who have left. Some with a goodbye of some sort, explaining or attempting to explain their reasons for leaving. Others have just vanished.

Some have returned. Some may return at a later date. Some will never be back.

I'd like to think that I'm in it for the long haul, but you can never be too sure about anything. Can you?

I didn't think so.
kx21 A syntax error /
redundant word

for blatherring...
Strideo but this is blather. unlike chatdeath, here your words remain like a graveyard. each post is like a tombstone. a memorial. an echo from the past.

you could always come back . . .

heh, sometimes_they_come_back

meta meta 060105
what's it to you?
who go