So -- say one had a restaurant they could go to, an improbable place, half-cookout, half cuisine nouveau, a mystical place and one could eat, or even contribute, chefs, patrons, all.

What a place it would be, and the plates, the plates would be square, like a culinary grid.

So -- some nights you have your meal, and it might be screwy, a mash-up of thai and eskimo, or indian and french, connected, somehow tied to the next plate and while one plate was being made you might wait.

Say one time, one cook has commandeered all the plates and for quite some time, serves up his own fare, relentless, his symphony of self, and you eat, and witness and enjoy; there is no complaint. If the chance is available, you join in and add to the mix.

So -- say plate after plate of similar and even at times apparently disjointed offerings pop up - fine. I have been coming to this establishment for a while and am a loyal "customer." I know the deal and do not need to be told anything.

I consider it a strange affront, to have Whitman paraded before me, especially to excuse or explain or even justify that which does not need to defended or justified at all, simply because I have expressed not so much a distaste, though that cannot be denied, but merely stated a preference.

Old timer or not I find it a tiring affair to see many panels that do not unveil the magic of wonderous collaboration, that genius of happenstance which Gridcosm can evoke or conjure.

Newcomer, you have no place or standing to adhere to, nor do I -- or will I -- be compared to some stodgy stick in some mud.

I scream for innovation and invention, for magic and tantalizing sequences, and if those are not offered, will express myself, fully, calling out what I see as lazy, uninspired, dull efforts which cannot be fortified with allusions, or supplementary, copious amounts of words via forum