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.
Can I talk like an Egyptian?
only an Egyptian pirate in hieroglyphics.
Is that with or without the wooden leg?
Definitely with or without the wooden leg.
Surely neither?
Yaaarrrrameses.
How about two or even three wooden legs?
If he’s got three wood legs, he’s a stool.
Another drawback, doesn’t rock.
Probably doesn’t roll either.
Can’t be a seafarer then.
BTW:-Is a seafarer like a bus conductor?
There is nothing like a seafarer. A bus conductor cannot compare. Nor can an orchestral conductor.
What about conducting an affair with a seafarer? By bus? Taking advantage of cheap, away-day fares?
We’ve spent enough time considering BroMu’s post.
Has anyone reached a publishable, non embarrassing conclusion?
I’ve concluded my post should have contained the words ‘moist’, ‘hard’, ‘spank’, and ‘hedge fund’ in order to increase chance of publication.
The person responsible for that particular hedge fund deserves a moist hard spank on the most sensitive region available.
Shall we move on?
Friggin’ wankers.
… I mean bankers. Sorry.
Or in the old days, known as J. Arthurs.
Thrilling news that the lass who got a mere £17 million last year at Burberry’s is the new Saint Steve. Does that mean everything will come in that damned check next year?
Would that be considered “new skeuomorphism”?
I can imagine pitched battles with Sir Ive.
Two Brits at the top.
We’re taking over.
Yeah, suck it up, cousins.
And one’s from Chingford. Which is, essentially, Essex.
Christ, how far the Apple has fallen from the tree.
Dammit!
New iMac (ooooh, get me) . . . forgot to sign in = anonymised.
I. for one, welcome our new overlords from the misty isle.
Is there anything our cousins could do to influence their countrymen (and women) to get us the iProducts we have been pining for for years?
Of course, I refer to sexbots and Pudding over IP.
Chingford?
Better get used to Linux on a Raspberry Pi.
You shall be among the Blessed for your early acquiescence, Ace.
You shall feast on the tender morsels of you countrymen that fall from my table.
Sexbots we’ve had for years.
Testing. Testing. Oh god, the Testing.
In the labs.
Well, most places, to be honest.
But we couldn’t manage Pudding over IP.
Even misty Overlords have their limits.
I shall pass the tender morsels to my dog, as I am on a strict diet. No gluten, GMOs, or people.
But in the immortal (or are they immoral) words of Charlton Heston:
Soylent Green is people! It’s people!
Hold the soy sauce!
Is this the first post made with Mavericks?
Spookily, Channel 4+1 was showing the Simpsons episode was the one about Mapple , Steve Mobs and Lisa dressed as an iThing handing out leaflets. Still it was free.
Has my “Mavericks” post finally killed it?
Sackcloth and ashes for my few remaining days.
Trick, treat, or comeuppance?
I haven’t upgraded to Mavericks, because… what’s in it for me?
I would call that a “trick.”
Taling of Autumn festivities, we’ll soon be burning Catholics atop an enormous bonfire over here in post-Enlightenment Blighty and I just wondered whether my fellow CARS-ers would like to suggest anyone’s face to get stuck on our guy.
I’ll get the ball rolling with “whoever ‘designed’ the Contacts app in Lion/Mountain Lion”.
Closely followed by Hitler.
Guido Fawkes, Samantha Fox, and Michael J. Fox come to mind. The Scarecrow from the land of Oz would add a festive air to the affair.
I shall mourn the failure to blow up Parliament.
The Levellers were right.
Brother Mugga snagged the 6200th comment, the significance of which escapes me.
Huzzah!
I shall have said number tattooed on the larger of my man melons for posterity.
That is how They shall know me.
Worked for Napoleon.
You worked for a Napoleon?
Cheap labor. Can be bought with a pastry. Duly noted.
Large bottle of brandy, double at the weekend.
Courvoisier?
Who?
I worked for a Bismarck; he was kind of a cream puff.
I worked for The Man.
He was surprisingly clingy.
I know about a jurisprudence fetishist. He got off on a technicality.
Hang on . . . isn’t it about time we started posting about Christmas?
I mean, it’s mid-November, for god’s sake.
Come on people. It’s like you’ve never heard of capitalism.
I dunno, this post is just about old enough to stop believing in Santa Claus.
How can you?
Just because you won’t get a round Mac Pro this Christmas doesn’t mean you should stop leaving the mince pie and wine for Santa.
It helps hungry and thirsty burglars.