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.

7,720 thoughts on “The Mega-Post is Dead”

  1. Is Donald J. young John Moltz in disguise or has Jobs found another body to exist in?

    What really worries me is that Sir Alan Sugar might run for Monarch.

  2. Nxxx,

    Mark my words: the idea that some idiot on “The Apprentice” could ever achieve any prominence in the political realm is preposterous. Patently absurd. Unthinkable. It would be a disaster for all within a day’s journey.

  3. I think this may say something about the UK/US differential: you get ex-actors and reality TV hosts, we get (as yet still unelected) geographers.

    I’m not sure *what* it says, but it’s definitely ‘something’.

  4. “Something,” indeed. What that is, I have no idea.

    I didn’t watch or read “The Hunger Games” (older child told me it wasn’t very good), but I’ve made sure to restart my running in case I’m selected in the adult version in a few years. I don’t have much in the way of survival skills, but I hope to be able to at least run farther than most others.

  5. I did happen to see the Hunger Games movie, and if memory serves, there were no hidden tunnels. That’s why I feel safe here in tunnel 237. Except for the vermin…

  6. Ace,
    I’m in 237 as well. You must admit the vermin are quite meaty and tasty when cooked according to “The iFlame Cookbook”.

  7. I’m holding off on eating the vermin until I run out of macaroni and cheese.

    You’re in 237? Funny, I haven’t heard or seen anyone other than myself. Maybe I’m lost…

  8. I started at the end of 732, so, by the type of high-function mega-reasoning that sees me signing off this post as a good idea at 0130 when I’ve only had six hours sleep in two nights, I’m going to reverse ferret and should bump into both of you sometime soon.

  9. Yep, I’m lost. Just passed tunnel marker carved in stone. It says XLII. Hmm, Roman numerals. I’m guessing it’s pretty old—it certainly smells that way. I’m surprised, since I am likely still under North America, and I didn’t think any Romans bothered to venture this far. The mastodon bones probably predate the inscription. Also, there appears to be a painting of a young Keith Richards chipping away at an obsidian arrowhead. The painting probably predates the mastodon bones.

  10. I’m not sure. These ancient cave/tunnel paintings can be unreliable, even when rendered in archival soot. It’s hard to know the age of the things in this tunnel without the help of carbon dating. Between the mastodon bones, and the McDonald’s cheeseburger that has started to deteriorate, I’d guess they go back about 12,000 years. The Romans obviously came along later and didn’t bother to tidy up.

  11. Happy ThankingsThings to our US Cousins.

    Can we just check were everyone is before we start high-fiving the colonials, though. I’m in Gravesend, clearly, or near as damn it. And presumably Nxxx is on a bike somewhere between the M25 and Wales. But what of Ace and Steve, we ask? Tunnels excepted, where art thou?

  12. I live near Portland, Oregon.The nickname “Little Beirut” has stuck to Portland since it was first coined by the staff of former President Bush after violent protests during his visits to Oregon in the early 1990s. And after Drumpf’s presumed victory a couple of weeks back, we had more protesters protesting, joined by anarchists who looted and pillaged. It’s why we can’t have nice things, if we ever had them in the first place.

  13. I think not. Steve appears to have been eaten.

    Not by me, I’d like to add.

    He’s surprisingly fast. Whereas I’m similarly describably (totally a word), but without the essential ‘s’.

  14. I was just pining for the fjords.

    I was traveling from the Valley of Silicon without my ageing MacBook Pro (not quite as old as this thread), and did not have the strength required to tote two laptops (needed to lug the work laptop) through airports, etc. Mayhaps for the Yule season I’ll hire a Sherpa to assist me.

    Happy whatever “they” have decided to name the Thursday after American Thanksgiving (to not be confused with Canadian Thanksgiving).

  15. No, I want to know. Provided the explanation comes wrapped in the usual satisfyingly layer of ironically deployed mild filth. That’s what my Gravesend Thanksgiving will be about.

  16. I am not Canadian, nor do I play one on TV, but I have it on good authority that the Canadian Thanksgiving (celebrated in October) is a harvest festival. What do Canadians harvest? I’m not sure, but I think it includes wheat and maple syrup, which suggests a feast of hotcakes. And maybe some Canadian bacon, which the Canadians might simply refer to as “bacon.”

    So Nxxx, I believe I have met your wish not to tell you what the Canadian Thanksgiving is for.

  17. I am more than willing not to tell anyone about anomalous magnetic moments in quantum electrodynamics, should anyone wish.

    Moreover, I can provide similarly anti-informative information on a whole range of subjects, from obscure Basque dialects to the surviving contestants on Strictly Come Dancing.

    Currently, though, I’m working on not telling my wife that the kittens have crapped in her kitchen again.

  18. Oh believe me, it’s her kitchen. Were it not, surely I would be allowed (a) in it and (b) to move anything. At all. Anywhere.

    Conversely it is absolutely my naughty-step . . .

  19. Kitchens belong to those who know how to use them. I had a kitchen for a few years when I was single. I made good use of the microwave oven and the toaster, and even on occasion heated water up on the stove top. And I made sure to have five or six items in the refrigerator just for show in case I had visitors.

    Nowadays I am allowed to peel and cut vegetables in the kitchen, and stir the soup if it needs it.

  20. I’m not even allowed to do the pots and pans, Steve. With good reason, admittedly. So I’m just down to snacks.

    To be honest, I’ll take it.

  21. I’m not allowed to cook, but I’m apparently competent enough to clean. Sometimes, I’m relegated to simply drying the washed items. And changing light bulbs. And killing spiders, definitely that.

  22. Large, flat, and heavy objects work best for maximum squishage.

    I would advise against an iPad, since they’re not that flexible. No, I have not tried this myself, so I cannot absolutely confirm this. Feel free to experiment yourselves and let me know how things turn out.

  23. I prefer cryogenics. Just a little spritz with liquid nitrogen immobilizes the spider so you can move it to the location of your choice. If it survives the freeze, it will be “born again” and have a great story to tell the other spiders. If it doesn’t survive, well, Bones will say “It’s dead, Jim.”

  24. How about on Christmas Eve? Maybe they’ll sleep in a bit later if they’re still thawing out. Contemplating trying that out with the dogs, but cannot tell the Mrs. She’s fond of “science day,” but probably not with me conducting the experiments.

  25. This post should be up for some kind of award. Of course normally it would be the kind of award that you wouldn’t bring home to meet your mum. But this time we’re actually doing *science*: away with corporal punishment, in with cryogenic punishment. Shiny. Modern. And very, very Kool.

  26. It may be because I upgraded to Sierra and forgot to redo my thingy after a clean install.

    There’s probably some kind of smut to be derived from elements in that previous sentence, but clearly none of us will stoop that low now we’re engaged in SCIENCE.

  27. Happy Wotsit Guys, especially the highly esteemed Mr. Moltz.

    Has anyone found the missing twelve days from the Julian/Gregorian changeover in Ye Tunnels?

  28. I have lost many days in the tunnels, days which I will never get back. But I have never found any, other than a few from the Mayan calendar.

    Happy Hogswatch to all and sundry!

  29. Happy Festivus, one and all! I would obviously prefer to send this tomorrow, but anticipate spending most of the day nodding off repeatedly in the corner armchair while being glared at by my wife, which will sadly leave little time for Gigapostic felicitations.

    Yo ho ho!

  30. Y’argh! And a bottle of rum for ye!

    Congrats on making it through most of 2016 (as of the time/date of this posting). I’m certain that I’m not famous enough to qualify for being removed from the board just yet.

  31. Just noticed that Mr. Moltz posted on his Very Nice Web Site after months of inactivity. He ends, saying “…I still have a blog? Why didn’t someone remind me?”

    Our friend John seems to run his web sites like the Mad Hatter runs his tea party: have a little fun, then move along to the next place (leaving a table littered with crumbs and random tableware to be looted by scavengers), repeating as needed.

  32. Does that mean:

    (1) We should remind him that we’re still here? Though since the lights are still on, I suppose _someone_ is paying the bills.

    and/or

    (2) We can expect a post sometime soon?

  33. I’m certain that Moltz knows we’re here. Remember, he even checked in a while back about possibly restoring the original Mega-Post.

    When my daughter was young, she and her friend shared a pet mouse called Lemonhead. The mouse would be at our house for a time, then at her friend’s house, then back at ours again. This went on for a long time. Too long. Eventually my daughter and her friend were just waiting for Lemonhead to die, but he hung on for a long time before succumbing.

    I believe that’s what Moltz is doing with us: waiting for us to die.

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