Buckyballs and deletions August 15, 2006 3:40 PM Subscribe
I'm just dying to tell this guy all about Bauersfeld and Snelson. Can I please?
What's that you say? Two weeks between questions and a longer threshold for new users before they can post a question to AskMeFi? That's a great idea!
posted by Doofus Magoo at 3:51 PM on August 15, 2006
posted by Doofus Magoo at 3:51 PM on August 15, 2006
It's so sad how Alfonse Geodesic has been forgotten by the ravages of time.
posted by smackfu at 3:57 PM on August 15, 2006
posted by smackfu at 3:57 PM on August 15, 2006
I wonder if babyguru is related to studentguru.That's the guy I was thinking of, thanks Gator! Couldn't remember the name, but the modus is definitely identical. Sign up, patiently wait a week, then start posting navel-gazing questions at one week intervals characterized by demands about what aspects of the discussion he is NOT interested in.
posted by Doofus Magoo at 4:02 PM on August 15, 2006
I wonder if babyguru is related to studentguru.
Guy has a helluva set of buckyballs.
posted by cortex at 4:08 PM on August 15, 2006
Guy has a helluva set of buckyballs.
posted by cortex at 4:08 PM on August 15, 2006
Nice dome.
posted by It's Raining Florence Henderson at 4:10 PM on August 15, 2006
posted by It's Raining Florence Henderson at 4:10 PM on August 15, 2006
That's gotta be the same guy. And from the looks of the questions I would say he's quite a bit unhinged.
posted by bob sarabia at 4:38 PM on August 15, 2006
posted by bob sarabia at 4:38 PM on August 15, 2006
Gator: *makes index finger tapping nose gesture*
posted by jessamyn (staff) at 4:46 PM on August 15, 2006
posted by jessamyn (staff) at 4:46 PM on August 15, 2006
I told him about Snelson in the first post, but there was an integrity/tensegrity pun involved, so it was deleted. Tell him, but tell him blandly.
posted by weapons-grade pandemonium at 4:49 PM on August 15, 2006 [1 favorite]
posted by weapons-grade pandemonium at 4:49 PM on August 15, 2006 [1 favorite]
Agent Howie sunk even deeper into his reclining chair, a stiff drink in his hand. As he did the memories of his dead comrades swelled once more to the surface. A dying fire crackled quietly in the fireplace nearby. Were it not for its embers and the pouring rain outside hitting the window of Howie's mansion, the scene would have been deathly silent. Howie was a broken man.
The invasion of Liechtenstein had failed terribly after The Agency's armies were met with dogged resistance*. It was an unmitigated disaster, but the consequences for How were more than just a blot on his permanent record. Ever since he had returned home, that one horrible image which had managed to burn itself into his retinas kept haunting him. It was bad enough to see the platoon he had co-commanded die all around him, brave young men and women torn to shreds in a hail of enemy bullet fire, but it was the death of Agent Babyguru that tore at How's soul most strongly. Even now Howie could see babyguru, his long-time secret collaborator on Project Metafilter, dead on the ground in the streets of Eschen, bloody and with a massive hole at the back of his head. It was an image that Howie knew would stay with him for a very long time.
The image continued to linger at the forefront of his mind, tormenting him unceasingly until he could bear it no more! "Why!!!" he screamed, sliding off of his chair and falling onto his knees. Tears streamed down his face. "That stupid kid! Why'd he do it? It's not fair! It should have been me! It should have been me!!!" He placed his head in his hands and sobbed.
Outside the rain eased, but the fire continued to crackle softly.
The anger bubbled up inside of him as he grieved and then it violently exploded. In a fit of rage he grabbed his glass full of bourbon and threw it into the fireplace. The glass shattered as it hit the bricks and the fire welcomed the new succor, roaring into life and illuminating the darkened room. It's heat began to lap at the cold skin of Agent Howie's face and just as the fire had illuminated the room, it somehow shone a light to the answers he had been seeking. In those roaring flames Howie realised the answer was not in the booze. It never had been. This was no way to live. It was as if the fire, renewed and alive, was a metaphor for his own current predicament. A metaphor on his life.
Getting up onto his feet, How could feel that fire inside his soul roaring to life once again. "Fuck it all!" thought Howie. "Get a hold of yourself man! Remember who you are!" Making full use of the mental training provided to him by The Agency, he cleared the clouds in his mind and remembered what in reality he had never really forgotten. He was no quitter. He was an Agent. An Agent of The Agency; a hardened professional who was trained to kill (and often did). He would not take the defeat in Liechtenstein, snatched from what should have been the claws of victory, laying down. No; it was time for what he was best at; cold, bloody, mindless revenge. And as always, Project Metafilter was the key to getting it.
With the kind of energy that would have seemed unthinkable only moments before, Howie burst into action and ran from his study to his computer room, located in the north wing of his palacial mansion. And then, as he had done many times before he switched on the computer monitor attached to the system which monitored the postings and activities of several hundred unknowing Mefites. Scrolling through 'MeTa', he quickly found what he was after. It was 'Thread 12516', a seemingly innocuous post that discussed Bauersfeld and Snelson. But How's trained eye knew it meant so much more. Clicking on the thread and scrolling down through its comments, it spoke to him in a language that only he could understand (with the possible exception of Operative R). The thread told him that babyguru's death was not in vain. It told him that The Agency needed to act quickly to restore its honour and achieve its ultimate ambitions. And above all it told him that the answer to all his problems rested, perhaps ironically, in yet another principality.
And in that moment, the invasion of Andorra had all but begun…
* See 'The Adventures of Agent How #50: Licked In Liechtenstein', wherein The Agency finally invades the principality but finds that their pre-war intelligence was gravely flawed, with tragic consequences.
posted by Effigy2000 at 4:52 PM on August 15, 2006 [4 favorites]
The invasion of Liechtenstein had failed terribly after The Agency's armies were met with dogged resistance*. It was an unmitigated disaster, but the consequences for How were more than just a blot on his permanent record. Ever since he had returned home, that one horrible image which had managed to burn itself into his retinas kept haunting him. It was bad enough to see the platoon he had co-commanded die all around him, brave young men and women torn to shreds in a hail of enemy bullet fire, but it was the death of Agent Babyguru that tore at How's soul most strongly. Even now Howie could see babyguru, his long-time secret collaborator on Project Metafilter, dead on the ground in the streets of Eschen, bloody and with a massive hole at the back of his head. It was an image that Howie knew would stay with him for a very long time.
The image continued to linger at the forefront of his mind, tormenting him unceasingly until he could bear it no more! "Why!!!" he screamed, sliding off of his chair and falling onto his knees. Tears streamed down his face. "That stupid kid! Why'd he do it? It's not fair! It should have been me! It should have been me!!!" He placed his head in his hands and sobbed.
Outside the rain eased, but the fire continued to crackle softly.
The anger bubbled up inside of him as he grieved and then it violently exploded. In a fit of rage he grabbed his glass full of bourbon and threw it into the fireplace. The glass shattered as it hit the bricks and the fire welcomed the new succor, roaring into life and illuminating the darkened room. It's heat began to lap at the cold skin of Agent Howie's face and just as the fire had illuminated the room, it somehow shone a light to the answers he had been seeking. In those roaring flames Howie realised the answer was not in the booze. It never had been. This was no way to live. It was as if the fire, renewed and alive, was a metaphor for his own current predicament. A metaphor on his life.
Getting up onto his feet, How could feel that fire inside his soul roaring to life once again. "Fuck it all!" thought Howie. "Get a hold of yourself man! Remember who you are!" Making full use of the mental training provided to him by The Agency, he cleared the clouds in his mind and remembered what in reality he had never really forgotten. He was no quitter. He was an Agent. An Agent of The Agency; a hardened professional who was trained to kill (and often did). He would not take the defeat in Liechtenstein, snatched from what should have been the claws of victory, laying down. No; it was time for what he was best at; cold, bloody, mindless revenge. And as always, Project Metafilter was the key to getting it.
With the kind of energy that would have seemed unthinkable only moments before, Howie burst into action and ran from his study to his computer room, located in the north wing of his palacial mansion. And then, as he had done many times before he switched on the computer monitor attached to the system which monitored the postings and activities of several hundred unknowing Mefites. Scrolling through 'MeTa', he quickly found what he was after. It was 'Thread 12516', a seemingly innocuous post that discussed Bauersfeld and Snelson. But How's trained eye knew it meant so much more. Clicking on the thread and scrolling down through its comments, it spoke to him in a language that only he could understand (with the possible exception of Operative R). The thread told him that babyguru's death was not in vain. It told him that The Agency needed to act quickly to restore its honour and achieve its ultimate ambitions. And above all it told him that the answer to all his problems rested, perhaps ironically, in yet another principality.
And in that moment, the invasion of Andorra had all but begun…
* See 'The Adventures of Agent How #50: Licked In Liechtenstein', wherein The Agency finally invades the principality but finds that their pre-war intelligence was gravely flawed, with tragic consequences.
posted by Effigy2000 at 4:52 PM on August 15, 2006 [4 favorites]
*makes index finger tapping nose gesture*
With pursed lips and a librarian's furrowed brow -- ala The Church Lady!
posted by ericb at 4:54 PM on August 15, 2006
With pursed lips and a librarian's furrowed brow -- ala The Church Lady!
posted by ericb at 4:54 PM on August 15, 2006
^That's a lingering fapping pose.^
posted by weapons-grade pandemonium at 5:01 PM on August 15, 2006
posted by weapons-grade pandemonium at 5:01 PM on August 15, 2006
please don't taunt happy fun buckyball
Best. Deletion. Ever.
posted by scody at 5:05 PM on August 15, 2006
Best. Deletion. Ever.
posted by scody at 5:05 PM on August 15, 2006
Yo Jes
What up?
I hit it
What else?
Plus dome!
Say word?
::sings:: We gon' call 'em out tonight
Hey ma (alright) Let's slide (alright) alright
We gon' call 'em out tonight
You snark (I snark) I ban (me too) well good!
We gon' time 'em out tonight...
posted by kosem at 5:09 PM on August 15, 2006
What up?
I hit it
What else?
Plus dome!
Say word?
::sings:: We gon' call 'em out tonight
Hey ma (alright) Let's slide (alright) alright
We gon' call 'em out tonight
You snark (I snark) I ban (me too) well good!
We gon' time 'em out tonight...
posted by kosem at 5:09 PM on August 15, 2006
^That's a lingering fapping pose.^
+roll sense MUSHer
posted by robocop is bleeding at 5:38 PM on August 15, 2006
+roll sense MUSHer
posted by robocop is bleeding at 5:38 PM on August 15, 2006
What's up with all this "happy fun" nonsense?It's from one of the more memorable Saturday Night Live parody commercialswiki YT.
posted by Doofus Magoo at 5:43 PM on August 15, 2006
Ah.. happy fun ball, I remember it like it was 15 years ago. I'm still trying to figure out if I like being able to talk in decades
posted by edgeways at 6:06 PM on August 15, 2006
posted by edgeways at 6:06 PM on August 15, 2006
Further fun fact for the trivia-minded: the Happy Fun Ball sketch was written by the pride of Naperville, Illinois, Bob Odenkirk.
posted by scody at 6:24 PM on August 15, 2006
posted by scody at 6:24 PM on August 15, 2006
Why is it that I never have the slightest idea what the hell you people are talking about? NSFW
posted by ND¢ at 6:31 PM on August 15, 2006
posted by ND¢ at 6:31 PM on August 15, 2006
We're talking about nothing, really, but if we just said nothing, you wouldn't know it wasn't here, so we're, like, saving space for it.
posted by weapons-grade pandemonium at 6:43 PM on August 15, 2006
posted by weapons-grade pandemonium at 6:43 PM on August 15, 2006
Jesse Helms, you may be started and disturbed to discover that Spaceship Earth (the Epcot ball thinger) is really a Pentakis dodecahedron, not a geodesic dome.
posted by Plutor at 4:41 AM on August 16, 2006
posted by Plutor at 4:41 AM on August 16, 2006
Fandango Matt, for the win.
posted by Civil_Disobedient at 5:10 AM on August 16, 2006
posted by Civil_Disobedient at 5:10 AM on August 16, 2006
[ceiling cat is watching elephant piss]
Oh Meta, Baby!
posted by cortex at 6:44 AM on August 16, 2006
Oh Meta, Baby!
posted by cortex at 6:44 AM on August 16, 2006
Wasn't that a bad 80's song? CON MAN... in the affairs... of the heart
posted by blacklite at 6:23 PM on August 16, 2006
posted by blacklite at 6:23 PM on August 16, 2006
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posted by Joeforking at 3:45 PM on August 15, 2006