@mcm....Please explain to me why you think I gave you, as you put it, a "non-answer". Since this is not the first time I've told you that you need to address your question about Colleen, to the administration, I assume you just don't understand what I have written? Is it so difficult to understand "Use Contact at the bottom of the page and ask administration"? Tell me how I can make that any clearer? With all of your fretting over Colleen's whereabouts, I hope you follow my instructions soon! And please don't ask the same question again on the forum, as the next time, it will simply be deleted!
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"She's gone to Queensland drovin',
And we don't know where she are".
10 years ago. Rating: 10 | |
A line from Clancey of the overflow by our beloved bush poet Banjo Patterson. Like it??
Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,
He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him,
Just "on spec", addressed as follows: "Clancy, of The Overflow".
And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected,
(And I think the same was written in a thumbnail dipped in tar)
'Twas his shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it:
"Clancy's gone to Queensland droving, and we don't know where he are."
In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy
Gone a-droving "down the Cooper" where the western drovers go;
As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing,
For the drover's life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know.
And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,
And at night the wondrous glory of the everlasting stars.
I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.
And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle
Of the tramways and the buses making hurry down the street,
And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting,
Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet.
And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me
As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste,
With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy,
For townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste.
And I somehow fancy that I'd like to change with Clancy,
Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go,
While he faced the round eternal of the cashbook and the journal -
But I doubt he'd suit the office, Clancy, of "The Overflow".
About once a week, I look to see if certain members are active, her being one of them. Her answers are sporadic at best.
I DID write to the administration, asking about the status of our moderators, and haven't heard a word back from them. It's been well over a week.
As someone who was often at odds with her, while I hope she is well, there are many other members whose absence feels more of a loss.
10 years ago. Rating: 8 | |
mcm, I don't blame you for asking the members about Colleen's whereabouts. One may even be a good friend to her.
This might be redundant but I also would like to know but I'm not going to contact administration since I read they don't even respond to moderators. I believe they are a conglomerate of many cash collecting advertising cows on the web and probably only work on the architecture of the sites and advertising contracts, not the members, that is left to the mods. Just a guess. But I have seen this before.
10 years ago. Rating: 8 | |