Nothing funny about feldspar

One of the places I hang out online is going through its annual semi-annual quarterly meltdown, and I wonder if it’s an inevitable process, this ebb-and-flow of anger, misunderstanding and despair, with people announcing they’re going away, others singing dirges, and still more trying to rah-rah the crowd into “being nice.”

It tires one out. This time, thankfully, I’m not anywhere near involved in it (having seen the wreck coming when it started months ago, go prescient me). And it will blow over (likely with little substantive change), once there’s been enough gnashing of teeth and wringing of hands and promises to do better.

Just in time to get us ready for next quarter’s fooferaw.