I would rather the muppets be made of garbage

A great pleasure and burden I've taken on in the past few weeks is keeping up with the comment threads on this site.

The commenters there are all whip-smart and tend to broach topics I wouldn't consider otherwise. It's hard work to read it, but I think it's good work.

They have some new people posting content and I have a slight knowledge of them from their comments, but their personalities don't feel nearly as persistent as the originals. The originals I could imagine as disembodied clouds of words. These new ones are much more corporeal. This makes for some cognitive dissonance when I read something I don't expect.

In reflecting on this, I've a few archetypes for people who comment on the blog, almost none of which are right:
Mid 20's grad student. Railly. Wearing a black t-shirt. Thin (not thinning) hair.
Mid 30's woman. Wearing a suit with a dress skirt. Very tidy hair.
Crazy old man over 60. Salt and pepper beard. Thick glasses. Crazy eyes and crazy gesticulations.
Late 30's family man. In a high income job. Gut forming but not full, yet.

The reality of the people who comment on that blog are not verisimilitudinous and that makes me sorrowful