Since it's a relatively slow news day, here's a parody of the Ford-Cryer song "Old Friend" inspired [for want of a better word!] by the absence of an archive on All that Chat, causing people to have to save "Old Threads" if they think they may ever wnat to refer to them in the future.
A song parody from I'M GETTING MY ATC TOGETHER & STORING IT ON MY DRIVE
Last weekend as I lost another lover
I looked at an old thread
My mind wandered while Jim’s packing
“Did the chat find Wicked lacking?”
Perhaps I should have thought of Jim instead
There’s a thread right here on Susan Watson's Laurey
Where folks admired her every limb
And Jim wonders why I kept it
When we moved I even shlepped it
Now I’m missing all the times I shlepped with Jim
And I sit at my desk and muse till two
On theatre lore as old threads do
We told each other 'til we turned blue
How much we care for Audra's range
How Betty’s great, but sometimes strange
Here’s a thread I think was started by Tesori
Before Millie put her on the map
And now I’ll go peruse a
Response in which LaChiusa
Informed the board he’s reading all their crap
Shaiman writes here, and Marx does too
And when they don’t, old threads will do
They bring back mem’ries as if they’re new
How Groundhog Day might really sell
And Perfect Crime should rot in hell
And I wonder if there'll ever be an archive
My printer now is very nearly blown
And my new love lies there dozing
He can’t care less what's closing
So I guess I'll read the chat board on my own
But I'll keep threads 'til I'm ninety-two
No love gives joy as old threads do
They tell us always what we've been through
With posts of cheer, or posts of rage
One thing’s clear, we love the stage
How we care, Audra’s range
Betty’s great, sometimes strange
I love my old threads
