The Mega-Post is Dead


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


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.

7,738 thoughts on “The Mega-Post is Dead”

  1. Oh. I thought that was just what my face looked like.

    Although relieved, I was kind of getting used to the cracks.

    Now I just need a mirror for the soul. I’m sure that’ll work out fine.

  2. Dammit. I’ve been anonymised again. Forgot I’d done a clean install.

    Obviously I much prefer dirty installs. The filthier the better.

    Just so you don’t all reject me.

  3. Lordy! But at least we’re back. That was a worry. I almost left the house. But then I found some crackers at the back of the cupboard and that tethered me.

    I’ve always looked somewhat generic anyway, which has been handing for photoshoots but less so for passport control. Hopefully this is just a temporary measure. Like my marriage. And kids.

  4. I’m going to try leading them away from the house with a false drag trail made of liquidised Haribo and ketchup. Either that or just demolish the house when they’re at school and run away. It’ll be cheaper in the long run.

  5. BroMu,

    I think your trail of liquidised Haribo and ketchup has attracted something. Not sure what it is though.

    Where are Del’s critters when you need them??

  6. I know someone of that name but I’m pretty sure it’s not her. She’s not a fan of ketchup and generally speaks in coherent sentences.

    I’m not loving this generic whiteout we’ve got going here either. We need a backup plan in case the whole thing goes down and our awesome wittery is lost to the world.

    My god . . . the horror . . .

  7. And also: what if the esteemed Mr. Moltz decides he can’t monetize this site enough and shuts it down? Do we need an escape destination?

  8. Fellow Giga-Postians,

    I want to apologize for my absence of the last couple of months. Or, at least since January 25 or so. It turns out that I nearly died. Went to the emergency room on the 25th, and soon lost consciousness. I was awakened from an induced coma a couple of weeks later to learn that I had been struck by septic shock that originated in a gallstone, spitting E. coli everywhere, shutting down the kidneys and various other systems. Somehow the medical crew pulled me through that, and there are just a few more details to manage. I’m back at the hospital (with my iPhone now) and in a few days will have surgery to remove my gall bladder as well as a portion of my colon.

    All that remains is for me to learn how to craft a post containing a bit of irony or wit, perhaps. I believe there was a time when I could be funny—at least look funny or smell funny…

  9. Good lord, Ace. The lengths you go to to one-up us is really impressive. The last thing I had removed was my self-respect (surgeon: Mrs Kipples). I would make some comment about not having the gall to compete with you, but clearly we’re better than that. You need to reign it in, though, or soon there won’t be enough of you to chop up. Your brush with Mr G Reaper does perhaps push us further down the ‘We really need to be able to contact each other if the Giga Fun ends’ route, methinks. I’m going to contact Mr Moltz with a plan.

    In other news . . . Jesus CHRIST ALMIGHTY! I hope you’re feeling more chipper now and hope things are improving. You poor bugger.

  10. To steal from Pam Poovey of Archer fame: “Holy shitsnacks!” On a temporarily serious note, best wishes for a speedy recovery, and not in that sarcastic “thoughts and prayers” way.

    The rest of us no longer have valid excuses for not posting on our usual irregular schedules.

  11. Thanks, mates! Surgery is done except for a phase two in the lower intestine—to be done after all the current inflammation is gone.

    I shudder to think that we might have to reveal our secret identities at some point(not to suggest that these are not our real identities).

    And here’s hoping that Nxxx’s recent health problems haven’t got the best of him.

  12. Sorry for my very brief hiatus . . . which you clearly noticed and mourned. I can’t compete with Ace by offering a ‘had my internal organs swapped for silly-string’ tale, alas (y’bloody show off), but I have tried to contact Our Lord Moltz in my absence with a plan to maintain contact should the site go down. And I’ve also contacted The Suckers R Us to get hold of some spiritist mediums (surely ‘media’?) and squeegee boards should all of *us* go down. So far nothing back from either, but I’ll keep trying. Ace, if you see a bright light (and Nxxx also, if he’s crocked again), then just put on some shades. And turn up the telly.

  13. To be honest, Ace, it’s my approach to most of what life throws at me. The only addition would be ‘And eat some chocolate fudge cake’, but I fear your impending bowl-rending prohibits such and approach.

    Sensitively phrased descriptions of your predicament in the cause of rhyme aside . . . I feel the need to send you something, like grapes or Reader’s Digest, but am increasingly frustrated by our disconnectedness (from each other, for once, rather than the general flow of moral existence). I’m going to give Mr Moltz another nudge . . .

Leave a Reply to Ace Deuce Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published.