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.
Steve G., I’ve noticed the creeping pace as well, and realize that the vibrant clubhouse is no more. Because of my inherent fear of advertracking, I’ve never used Twitter, Instagram, or TikTok, etc. The only “social media” I am on is Facebook, and it is not the same as it was in the early days. I stay there only because many of my friends and family occasionally share something I can relate to. Moltz hooked me on CARS, and so I occasionally poke the Giga-Post to see if it is still alive. I see that Moltz has articles on Six Colors, but so far I am too cheap to pay for access. That is the extent of my confession. I will continue to visit here looking for life, but I remain somewhat dubious. Cheers to all!
We live! If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you prick us, do we not make an obvious pun?
It’s Nxxx I’m worried about (again), but then he’s probably off huntin’ wabbits or similar. I’ve been ‘away for some time’, alas (not jail . . . the builders destroyed my office for the last three months so I keep forgetting to login as my Mac time has been a bit wobbly).
We should make a pact, like one of those Snape ones in Harry Potter, where we all have to post at least once a week or Ace dies?
I will practice my dramatic death scenes, just to be ready…
I’m questionably relieved that I’m not the alleged victim.
Though if I’m valiant, I should only taste death once. Unless it’s tasty, then maybe I’ll ask for seconds.
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I wasn’t sure that that counted as a comment when I made it, but there was something of a response, so what the hey…
Now, to prepare for the coming equinox.
Oh the horror — I nigh-on forgot t’ natter like a pirate today. Now at least I ‘ave a chance o’ winnin’ the prize!
Avast, ye scurvy bilge-rats (or gentlefolk, if that be the case)!
Avaste, shipmates! Shiver mi timbres, I feel a shanty coming on!
Hoo’s up for a roaring round of ‘What shall we do with the drunken Moltz-a’?
A question wot made me acutely aware of the single-syllablism wot permeates this ‘ere post regarding appellations and the like.
Yarrr!
8618th!
8619th!
In the words of Our Lady Delia, ‘Come on, let’s be ‘avin yer!’
We missed it (by almost two months), but this post is now old enough to vote on this side of The Pond.
Voting. What a concept. We just need a worthy candidate, someone beyond reproach. Where to find such a person? I feel a headache coming on…
Ace,
I’m not saying that the post with the most _would_ vote, just that it could.
No need to suffer brain damage looking for a worthy candidate.
Can I proffer Nxxx as a viable candidate? Upright. Virtuous. Potentially prone to extreme violence. In a word, perfect. Although I fear we may have lost him to the MegaPost (but hopefully not entirely). I may need to prod Moltz again to check he’s okay.
On that theme, if I do manage to clobber John, I’m going to give him an email he can give to you two in case this post ever goes down. So that we might actually one day meet. Before one of us goes down.
Existentially, I mean.
Just what is our overall status?
Is there a worrying amount of Megapost/Gigapost denizens missing?
Am I missing something?
Is something missing from me?
Is missing a something from you?
*shrugs*
Mrs. Steve G. does keep talking about wanting to take a trip across the Pond. And if you believe the radio adverts, I currently live in “the most powerful city in the free world.”
Happy Turkey Day and post-turkey mass consumerism day to those who celebrate.
I certainly miss Nxxx, my only Welsh acquaintance, and would vote for him simply because he escaped from prison via the contraption using helium balloons. I hope he is hale and hearty, and I hope that all of you are also surviving well in these apocalyptic times. Send me a ticket to a rendezvous and I will show up, despite all odds.