"It's not like they present much of anything new to the audience, it's
the same old talks year after year, the same old information." That's why they're called yawn-fests.
"And they used to be worse, I mean nine-day conventions." I disagree. Back in those days there was sooooo much more legitimate activity to take you away from the boring talks: making food for the meals, taking down a stage or building a new one for the next day, moving big stuff around with a forklift, practicing on your instrument for the live music, hanging out with various bros and sisters behind the scenes. You used to be able to stay with them if you were from out-of-town without feeling guilty that you had "special needs." We'd go to movies, parks, hiking, drinking, or on dates. That's where you could meet those of the opposite sex, and make interesting, new friends of all ages and backgrounds. It was truly "widening out" from your own congregation. It was a genuine escape from the doldrums of everyday Witness life in your local congo. Those assemblies had depth. I loved it. It was far better than these prepackaged, slick, slap-dab, TV dinners they've got now, however "shorter" they may be.