The Mega-Post is Dead


LONG LIVE THE MEGA-POST!

You should be able to view it again, but Masako had to shut off the comments at…

3821.

She had to delete one spam comment to get it viewable again (link).

Please, let’s hear a big round of applause for all of you who posted in the Mega-Post and kept it alive for a year and four months. Please use this comment thread to post your fondest memories of the post with the most…

the Mega-Post.

8,038 thoughts on “The Mega-Post is Dead”

  1. I wonder if you’re familiar with the expression ‘wooden spoon’, Ace.

    Or in our cases, just ‘spoons’.

  2. There’s a “form guide?” That probably means I’ve been doing this posting thing all wrong for years.

    Aside #1: page jump!

    Aside #2: we’re very close to post #8000.

  3. Gee, is there again an interloper waiting in the wings, waiting to jump in and claim post 8000, without having done the endless slogging that we have?

  4. What does it mean, to have an obscure web site post accumulate 8000 comments? To clarify, we ask Clarus the Dogcow. Clarus replies
    “Moof!”

  5. I suspect so . . . but ’twas not I. I hope it was Nxxx or Ace. Or one of our erstwhile chums. Regardless, Happy 8000th to one and all. After a year of various scares, mMay we all be here (both cyberspatially and physically) for the 9000th.

  6. Can the next thousand comments sparkle as brightly as the last thousand? Might it help if we were paid in advance?

    Probably not, as it is said that easy money doesn’t build character and excellence as suffering for the sake of “the craft” does. Time will tell…

  7. I’ve been searching for this ‘easy money’ of which people speak for some time now. Over hill, down dale. Day after day. No easy task, I assure you.

    1. If you are searching for it, you’re working too hard. Easy money is supposed to come to you, but then it is not for everybody. Me, for example.

  8. I’m more likely to find Eddie Money than easy money. Though, and I’m not making this up, there is an Easy Street in Silicon Valley (Mountain View).

  9. I wonder if you need to use Easy Money to buy things on Easy Street?

    Surely that would make things Difficult for the vendors?

  10. Can I just interrupt your own meta-interruption, Ace, by interpreting said interruption as an eruption of corrupt deduction.

    You’re clearly getting at [insert name of random victim].

    I think I need more sleep . . .

  11. Thank you, BroMu. It is all beginning to make cents now. Originally I was advised to invest in myself, but that turned out to be a dead end.

  12. I thought it was beginning to make scents. That would have explained one or two things. But that just might have been the “dead” in the dead end that Ace found.

  13. I dread asking this, but… what’s a pong?

    I know of Pong the video game. Star Wars told us what a porg is. And pogs were those collectible milk bottle cap thingies.

  14. A pong is not to be confused with a ping, my friends. Although we do like ping-pong, ’tis true.

    Pong is whiffy. As in: ‘Good lord, your pits really pong today, your majesty’.

  15. BroMu, your mention of our friend Nxxx reminds me of speculations I’ve had about the possible real-world (if there is such a thing) names of commenters here at CARS. Long ago, I decided that the name Nxxx was most likely a partially redacted rendering of the name Nick, and I’ve not found a better non-random solution since. Unless Nxxx is actually his given name. We may never know (except Nxxx himself, of course.

    The alternate name I’ve been using for more than fifty years (well before the advent of the internet), Acton Deuce (or Ace Deuce), has no resemblance to the name I use in “real life.”

    Names like Psyko, Streetrabbit, Huh?, iMoo, and Brother Mugga don’t seem legitimate real-world names to me, whereas names like Sue and Steve G. possibly do. While none of this may matter to us, future historians may be stymied.

  16. Brother Mugga is just my pseudonym. I’m really John Viana.

    Trust me, you can totally click that link.

    Go on . . . touch the spindle . . . er, I mean mouse.

    PS: I always assumed Nxxx meant ‘No kisses’.

  17. My real name is Nxxx Nxxx Nxxx, the latest descendant of the Nxxx family who were the Great Kings of Wales and Croydon, of course.

    My abscense was caused by problems in my ham radio, yes we do transmit ham over radio and we do it better than cake over ip, antenna small holding. Most hams have antenna farms but being modest………

  18. Nxxx, thanks for clearing that up. About your name, I mean. I may be able to sleep nights going forward, now that that worry has been diminished.

    I myself never learned to operate the ham radio, as I ate it before the first lesson commenced. That same year, the snow tires I bought melted before I could use them. I am a shade wiser now.

  19. Nxxx? Sk8rCai? Where’s Del – it’s a veritable part-ay.

    . . .

    Not sure I can get away with that. Like saying ‘You go girl’ to my daughter.

    I didn’t even know her face could do that. Short of chewing slugs.

  20. “Did the apple fall not far from the tree?”
    One must ask if the apple was a direct descendant of the tree? That is in the genome not the vertical sense. My brain hurts, going back to bed.

  21. When I was wee, I always assumed that was a subtle way of saying your garden had stunted trees. Although possibly not literally. I may join Nxxx in bed. Although definitely literally.

  22. And happy getting a new prime minister day to you! (if that’s something worth celebrating). It’s confusing on this side.

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