It's a horrible feeling of futility. Nothing I do matters. I can propose, I can refer (?), I can cast, I can move, I can place, I can post, I can comment, I can judge (well not anymore), I can submit, I can vote, I can draft, I can invoke, and, indirectly, I can declare, poll, tweak, alter, write, appeal, or define, though I can't pardon, and perhaps I can even sing. But why bother?
Because we all know that by the end of the next turn, Day will have made his Ruling on Case 5255, and it will be TRUE, ending the round.
As the turn ends and the vote results come in, we see which proposals and referenda have passed and which have failed. Normally it's exciting. Now it just seems pointless. The officers update their websites and make their reports, the Thieves' Guild kicks out JediSquid for failing to be Thieving like he said he would, Day is relocated to the Museum of Art and Bluebottle to Nomicron Central... but none of it will matter a few days from now.
Not that you're reading this, Day, but just get it over with already! Spare us all this! I won't mind Constitutional Convention, and I certainly won't mind Round 4, whenever that may start! I certainly hope you don't forget to submit a ruling, so that it has to go to another judge...
But until then, all I can *effectively* do, is wait.
-Sniffnoy
...stupid spill chocker, it recognizes "referendum" but not "referenda"...
...thought it *does* recognize "chocker", which seems to be an incredibly obscure word that I can only find as a form of the verb "chock" in Webster's 3rd, and doesn't appear to be the sort of thing that would be all that common...
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"Eight years involved with the nuclear industry have taught me that
when nothing can possible go wrong and every avenue has been covered,
/then/ is the time to buy a house on the next continent."
-Terry Pratchett, AFP
