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 just applaud YoYo not only for his quite frankly moistening tale of transatlantic special-relationship-sexual-tension-standoffery, but also for his valiant attempts to precipitate the Cyber-Apocalypse with the melodically transfixing posts that followed.
That said Apocalypse turned out to be as exciting as being lightly caressed on a crash helmet . . . with a damp whitebait . . . while asleep . . should not be held against him.
However, what he did to poor Hans is quite beyond the pail (full of Kool-Aid).
Well said, BroMu. I also applaud the highly esteemed Yoyo for his yarn, and for posting the comments just prior to my comment which achieved the numerologically suspect 6666. I promise to share the prize money with all the loyal posters once it arrives on my doorstep, accompanied by dancing unicorns and sexbots, no doubt.
Ace,
Please leave me out. It might result in a heart attack.
And close the drapes – Nxxx will be peering in, since you left him out.
Am I alone in hoping ‘drapes’ is not here some sort of euphemism?
Eeek! I hadn’t considered the multiple entendres possible with that term.
I usually intend those things to happen.
Please accept my apologies.
Now back to your regularly not scheduled programming.
Del disappeared from the vicinity long ago, and I’m not sure why. I suspect that either she realized that she was wasting her time in our company, or she owes money to one of us.
I’m putting a bounty on her head. I will give a dozen doughnuts to the person who can get her to cough up what she owes, or otherwise give an accounting of her whereabouts or doings.
I would find her myself, except that I keep getting distracted playing Capture the Flag on Halo CE multiplayer with people much younger, smarter and quicker than I.
Ace,
How will putting a paper towel on Del’s head do any of us any good? Except perhaps Del, if her head is wet.
Steve, I’m surprised at you. That’s the sort of thing I would expect Nxxx to say. Are you his proxy?
Ace,
Watch it, or your new relationship with the off Florida Island will be spoilt.
Surely ‘putting a rather sickly coconut based sweet on her head’?
Rarr for Blighty!
PS: Sorry Steve. Nxxx made me do it.
Last night saw some of the conditions that the iPhones are made in, and our, well your Tim, I certainly don’t fancy him, has got to get a grip.
We do need Del back to put the frighteners on the CEO.
Wasn’t the Frighteners an early Peter Jackson movie, before he went all Middle Earth-y?
That would be correct.
Personally, I think the whole thing was in rather Bad Taste.
“Yule be the death of me,” said Autumn.
BroMu,
Where is Rather Bad Taste? I wouldn’t want to get lost along the way.
Happy Xmas, etc. to all.
Yep,Season’s Greetings to all, including the Critters and the Entity.
Thought T’d better include the last two, just in case.
Bad Taste, like Love, is all around, Steve.
But mainly in the vicinity of ‘here’.
Happy Festivus and may Moltz bless us, every one.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night!
BroMu,
Since “here” is relative, is that closer to you or to me?
If it’s closer to me, please notice the large dog in my vicinity before approaching. While he may want to spread “love,” you’re equally likely to get slobbered on.
Hi Sue! Happy Boxing Day!
Bad Taste is also relative. One person’s Bad Taste is another person’s cat’s pajamas.
Did anyone survive?
Not sure if I did.
I’ll ask my doctor and get back to you.
But what if your doctor didn’t survive, Ace?
Hang on, that last poster sounded just like me. But a more forgetful one who’s somehow failed to put his name in the box before posting. Curious . . .
Anonymous has many faces…
And my doctor says more tests are needed.
Despite the Solstice being ten days ago, wish you a Common Era Happy, Prosperous, what’s that, and Mo;tzian New Year.
Happy New Year! hic….
Ah, Sue—getting an early start, I see…
Happy New Year, fellow travellers on the Möbius Strip of The Mega Post.
May 2015 bring you all your desires.
That is to say, pudding over IP and our long longed for, robotic ‘Singularity’. Ahem.
PS: And clearly we want said singularity nekkid.
Lordy.
New Year resolution:-
Do not invent sexbot with iFlame.
My plan for the new year is to design an app for the Apple Watch that will provide a reassuring “tick…tick…tick…” so the wearer will know that time is passing. I’m already counting the money!
Too late, Ace. In the fifteen seconds after you announced your intention I registered the idea with a Mr P. A. Tenttroll and we’ve decided to sue your echo for infringement.
See you in court, buddy.
Whew! It’s a good thing I was able to foist my brilliant idea on a Mr. Sam Sung in exchange for a small box of chocolate-coated cherries. He will have to deal with the litigation now. Now I can focus on my idea for a heart monitor app that will automatically call the mortician thirty minutes after it detects that the owner’s heart has ceased to beat. The best part is that the deceased will never know whether the app worked as advertised! Ka-ching!
You okay over there?
Everything is fine here. Move along, please. Nothing to see.
Over where?
Over my head
Over my head
I hear musics oh Lord
Alternatively it might be *in* my head. Especially if the lyrics tell me to cleanse the streets of Whitechapel of the Unworthy. Although I promised the Judge that wouldn’t happen again.
‘musicS’?
I totally meant to type that.
I hate it when I get a song stuck in my head. Especially one I haven’t heard in a while. Maddening, it is.
The worst for me is a bad song that I’ve never heard before. I mean, where did that come from?
Bloody “Let it go” buy I can’t.
The kids will grow out of it. Mine did, at least for now. (Though by saying that, I have invariably doomed myself.)
Steve . . . why are you saying that.
I’ve already got a load of Thomas crap creaking in boxes, now spurned for Skylanders. Don’t tell me all that Frozen merchandise is going the same way . . .
BroMu,
Not sure. We will soon begin a project to excavate the smaller child’s closet. We have given up hope on the older child’s closet.
Best of luck to you.
Your reference to “closet” is presumably a misspelling of the order “Close it!”, given when the “Clear up that mess” no longer works and you have house guests.