[Spitty]

What a moral quandary we have here! A quagmire of the utmost intellectual concern.

Isn't that old idiom coming to mind? One man's trash is another man's treasure?

How does one value pixels? By weight? By luminosity? By time invested or gratification received?

Tis is not nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or would you take arms against your seas of trouble?

For this, friends, is the rarest of displays, the lightest of weight on the soul made stone of unending pressure on the mind. The winter of your discontent has, herein, been made glorious spring by the summit of this thread.

Please, dear friends, consider the exchange of your words to be that of an exchange of immaterial goods; of shallow pixels given depth and longevity by memory and clicking hand.

Also, you could always keep this shit in PMs.