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…

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8,106 thoughts on “The Mega-Post is Dead”

  1. I’m not the type of fellow to indulge in flights of fancy when it comes to the cause of the page jumps. I’m sure there is a simple scientific reason that that we jump when we do – something related to a chronosynclastic infundibulum.

  2. I think it relates in some way to the bouffantocity DLRoth’s hairdo and his capacity to manage mid-air splits. Presumably we jumped more frequently in the 80’s.

  3. But you were the first to get here!

    Maybe we’ve been using the wrong metaphor. Perhaps the party moves to a new room in the palace so the staff can clean up the one we leave behind.

  4. I fear that’s what’s happening in my mind, Ace. But for ‘party’ read ‘train of thought’ and for ‘clean up’ read . . . hang on, where was I . . .?

  5. GUT! Can’t imagine why the rename never took off.

    And we’ll be all right regardless of the ice-caps because we have enough half-burnt, urine-soaked mattresses littering the street to save everyone. We’re like the anti-Titanic. In so, so many ways.

  6. I read that Elon Musk is in the flamethrower business. Did he buy up Del’s iFlames or did he develop his own electric version?

  7. Ace,
    I’d only be worried if Musk managed to figure out how to replicate Del’s tunnel critters (not to be confused with Musk’s tunnel machine or company).

    1. We Welsh have failed with the last serious attempt in the early 15th century apart from blowing the odd leg off of electricity pylons and fitting heating to unoccupied English holiday homes.

  8. Yes, same from me. I’m afraid I missed Independence Day due to my dependency on looking after my burgeoning dependents. Who, ironically, wish ever greater independence. Not least in order to track down and ‘correct’ Alex ‘Raised Pinky’ Morgan, in the case of my football obsessed daughter. (Personally I found it funny, but I’m out of tune with the Twitterati, it would seem. Apparently British people don’t have a sense of humour any more. Missed the memo, I fear.)

  9. “The dog days or dog days of summer are the hot, sultry days of summer. They were historically the period following the heliacal rising of the star system Sirius, which Greek and Roman astrology connected with heat, drought, sudden thunderstorms, lethargy, fever, mad dogs, and bad luck. They are now taken to be the hottest, most uncomfortable part of summer in the Northern Hemisphere.”

  10. I feel like that all of the time.

    BTW:-As your President does have a Scottish mother, will you please guarantee that he is not up for returning to his mother country?

  11. Gentleman, thank you, now fully reassured but still worried about Del’s critters in the tunnels, especially the trans Atlantic one as I’ve forgotten where the UK entrance is.

  12. Nxxx (or NNxxx if you’ve changed handles recently),

    Do you recall where the tunnel entrance is on this side of the pond? I’d like to make sure I’m as far from it as I can possibly get. For safety, of course.

  13. Sorry, no. At 82, unable to recall important information such as where does food go in nose or mouth or how long to hold down the caps key.

  14. I seem to remember there being many tunnels, many entrances and branches, and no way to know where the dangers lay. I recommend you carry an iFlame, or at least a rolled-up newspaper.

    Flooding the tunnels might help forestall rising seas, if they go deep enough. But then the critters might decide to join us topside. I’m not encouraged by thought.

  15. iFlames are dangerous as Del’s replaceable thumbs are no longer available unless anyone ordered a surfeit.

  16. NNNNNxxxxxx – There is a surgeon around here sometimes referred to (by former patients) as “all thumbs.” Might be a good person to know, in a pinch.

  17. I was just delighting in Ace’s opposable-fest ‘in a pinch’ punnery when I noticed that the nails on my own thumbs are currently bright blue (left) and sparkly silver (right) following a ‘makeover’ from my 6 year-old son. Which might explain the funny looks at the petrol station. And the swimming pool (the dunk in which has now proved the veracity of the claim on the bright violet eyeshadow bottle to it being waterproof . . . alas). It’s a good job hanging around here all these years has thoroughly eroded my sense of shame.

  18. Don’t worry about it, NNNNNNxxx. It’s rarely encountered these days. Indeed, a large number of people seem to have had it surgically removed. For further information on the ‘shamectomy’ procedure, see ‘Love Island’. And all those watching it. Including a significant number of my 11 year-old daughter’s friends, apparently.

    Great.

  19. Nothen Nugga,
    Please do not criticise “Love Island” as I’ve been booked for the next series. At 82, looking forward to the interplay.

  20. I’m not sure what the ‘interplay’ is, Nxxx, but I fear the worse.

    And presume one leads to the other, particularly at 82.

  21. I am disappointed to learn that “Love Island” is not a mash-up of “Gilligan’s Island” and “The Love Boat.”

    I am still waiting for a good reason to get a television set.

  22. BroMu will be pleased to note that Gravesend was mentioned twice on the Smithsonian channel yesterday. Does not make up for the sad iPhone profit factor. If only they had cured the incinerated thumb problem and continued selling iFlames, Apple would be doing well.

  23. I was expecting Charles Dickens and Rimsky-Korsakov. Or maybe Brother Mugga. History has a way of degrading over time, departing further from reality.

  24. Ah, Pocohantas. Glanced at Gravesend . . . and keeled over.

    We’re so proud.

    Charles Dickens’s house (Gad’s Hill) is just up the road from our house (out in Higham, now). Very pretty. It’s got a posh school attached to it now. Full of high-fee paying poppets. He’d be so proud!

  25. I had a nightmare. Rushing off to an event where I was to receive the Nobel Prize for Paper Airplane Design, I discovered that my skateboard had four flat tires. I quickly called for a taxicab, and soon two cabs arrived to offer me a ride. One was driven by Donald Trump, and the other by Boris Johnson. Suddenly I remembered that it was my day to vacuum the tunnel, so I apologized and retreated into the depths. What does it all mean?

  26. I hadn’t considered that, Nxxx. But only because I try not to consider Croydon at all, in much the same way I hope all right-thinking people willfully overlook my own beloved hometown. Now that you’ve brought this neglect to my attention, however, I shall redouble my lack of effort.

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