I'm somebody who can, uh, go on. At length. About nearly any subject. Ask anyone who's taken one of my classes... or read one of my blog posts once I get on a roll.
So I can understand why I'll get the odd "TL;DR" in response. And I try not to take it personally; instead, I look on it as a reminder to pare my text down, murder my darlings and generally indulge myself a little less.
That's on a good day.
On a bad day, I mourn the rapid decline of human civilization, curse people's can't-be-bothered-to-read-anything-longer-than-a-tweet mentality, and generally grumble about "kids these days". I imagine scenarios where the instructions for disarming a doomsday weapon are three paragraphs long, and nobody on the planet has the attention span required to get through them.
And I'm finding my bad days now outnumber my good days by about five to one, and rising.
In fact, there are times when I...
No! Wait! Don't go - the post is almost over! You've nearly made it to the cartoon! All that's left is the "you-can-find-more-Noise-to-Signal-cartoons-at-Rob's-web-site" and you're there!