When in doubt (about what to type), spoof the Beatles:
pub you know it ain't easy you know how quiet it can be the way folks aren't postin' it's gonna crucify me
Am I too monologuing the place? I've seen that happen else-online-wheres.
But I can't help it. Sometimes there's just so much seemingly in need of making <queues Zepplin's "Kashmir"> the fingers-mediated trek from within to without.
But back to the monologuing. There definitely seems to be an unwritten code tending to emerge from the collective bosom of people writing in the vicinity of each other addressing what's considered the right amount of participation. Never any solid metrics, mind you, so it's hard to know if/when you've gone one installment too far, inducing private, groanful eye-rolling in at least 51% of the participating population.
Oh well... just one more thing in life to make the heart race faster than it ought, I suppose....
I don't mind it, it gives me something to respond to ;-)