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Everyone in Unison: Oh no you're not! |
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Spartacus Variation: I'm 8th of 7! |
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Where's the cat carcass? We need proof. |
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I'm 8th of 7 and so is my wife. |
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I think you mean "We're 8th of 7". |
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Where could he be? I hope he's ok. |
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I'm 8th of 7, and will have words with any who disagree! |
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He hasn't gone, he's just assimilating us. Starting with
[xenzag] was a surprise, I must admit. |
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he isn't gone, he's just having a hard time absorbing the fact
that Seven of Nine came out |
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[lurch's link] Now that's putting the cat out. |
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Is it accident that "assimilate" means "Ass, Imi late"? |
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?? Has [8th] gone walkabout then? |
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Presumably it's just a small
issue with the subspace comms system, I did tell
him he needed a longer wire. |
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Ok, then that makes sense. I shall delete my bear poking. |
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// I nuked the "Where's 8th" convo myself. I had some misgivings about it initially // |
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You may think you did. But of course, we have a backup ... |
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// Oh, you're no fun anymore! — kdf, Jun 29 2020 // |
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Try cynical, misanthropic gloating ... a very underrated entertainment ... |
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Really? I liked bigsleep. Very cool person. |
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Why would somebody delete their account? Doesn't cost
anything. |
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His annotations show up in a search, but they're all
invisible. Who's going to be [bigsleep] now? |
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I'm pretty sleepy but I can't fill those shoes. I enjoyed
his writing and comments a lot. This is weird. Maybe
8th and him are one and the same. One returns, one
left. Oh shit, I don't know anymore. |
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Be free [bigsleep], be free. Now this is cause for celebration. A half-toast! |
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I'm very likely to blame for bigs. He probably got
huffy when I
wrote my last 'corona news' annotation, which was
quite directed at him for going out of his way to be
obtuse. |
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One never knows. I came *this* close to stepping in a non-
recoverable password. |
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//I'm very likely to blame for bigs. He probably got huffy when I wrote my last 'corona news' annotation, which was quite directed at him for going out of his way to be obtuse.// |
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I thought it was me, for boning or naysaying - can't remember - his latest post, for some reason which made sense at the time. |
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I never did like Swiss cheese. |
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Either myself or kdf or the both of us, probably. |
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Bigs made a comment about taking the red pill
amongst others, which I took poorly and gave him 9
points back. |
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//I thought it was me, for boning or nay saying//
Who knows why any person deletes their account.
Maybe he's made a love nest for himself and 8th
and they're both happy spending their time making
miniature idols of Trump out of clothes pegs. |
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Ah, I got in touch with him, just a bit busy at the
mo... |
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In the spirit of Windows which very occasionally has a
feature which proves itself useful does the HB have a
Recycle Bin? Such a feature might prove useful when a user
deletes a large chunk of something integral and up to (insert
time limit here) later wishes to resurrect same. |
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Somehow it makes sense that notmo has his private contact info. Would their love nest even have time for bigs? |
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//Recycle Bin// The trouble with recycling is that, in general, the product that comes out at the end of the process is completely different from the materials fed in at the beginning, merely being comprised of the same substance. |
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So in that sense the HB could be considered to have a recycle system, in that when an idea is deleted, the magnetic particles on the server HDD are re-used for the next idea to be posted. |
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(Unless [Jutta] has configured the server to use each HDD in a "write once" configuration, with an auto-eject feature for full HDDs and a magazine of fresh HDDs to be auto-installed and configured.) |
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8th's email is on his profile page. |
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8 (or his replicant) is alive! See his anno on my post
about Bird Proof Squirrel Feeders. |
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That was me! Rem I'm 8th of 7 now. |
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I've been in touch with him, or at least a backup Borg
download of his drone's main traits. |
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Denholm, I never thought to look there. Figured that was
waaay too easy. Hahaha |
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And xen, NO! because then we wouldn't have a xenzag and life
would not be so...well soooo, so much fun. |
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Sorry, [8th], your credibility is now utterly shot. You run off and try to be
dead again, nobody is going to believe you - even if you send your
obituary yourself. |
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(Speaking of being dead: I'm currently resisting the temptation to see if
any persons of note or influence have turned up perfectly explicably dead
in a manner that has absolutely no traceable link to persons or groups
who might have benefited from said demise, within a certain defined time
period. Resisting... resisting... |
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<edit>Ah, I see. Bravo Zulu. |
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// Where did he keep it // |
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We consider that your upturned skull, stripped of flesh and emptied out, would be a suitable receptacle. Perhaps a little Latinum tripod for it to rest on would be a tasteful and appropriate accessory. |
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We never litter; we are scrupulously careful to destroy any evidence of our interaction with cats, typically by high-temperature incineration. Leaving bits of ex-cat lying around can attract
unwanted attention and awkward questions. |
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Yay...8th is back to being a mean, grouchy, cat-
dispising cutie. Yay. |
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I'll take a hard pass on agreeing with the cutie part, but I'll
second the rest of
that. |
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Now that 8th has been successfully smoked out of
his secret hovel back into the open air, I can
confirm that I'm no longer him. We now face the
hideous task of fumigating his bone strewn lair
prior to blocking it up to ensure he doesn't simply
scurry back in there. I'm going to suggest the
placing of a tag, along with some kind of clamp on
8th to both record and restrict his future
movements to a small grazing radius. Tethered
along a tidal edge would be suitable, as the sea
will wash him twice a day and the seaweed satisfy
his nourishment needs. Monthly scraping off his
barnacles will be reserved as a punishment for any
other hb miscreants. |
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You should be writing sci-fi for a living, xen dear
friend. That paragraph reads better than most the
pooey out there. |
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//Leaving bits of ex-cat lying around can attract unwanted
attention and awkward questions.// |
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Congratulations on not being dead. |
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Now that 8th has joyously emerged out into
the open air again, perhaps we may look forward
to hearing the exciting details of his time as a
troglodyte? I can now reveal that it was the
sending of multiple litters of crying hungry kittens
in the manner of terrier dogs into his numerous
burrows that finally chased him out. Tell all 8th! |
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Ah yes, the kittens. Let joy be unconfined; our iron mallets never had even a moment to cool down. |
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Somewhat messy, but deeply satisfactory. |
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I'll admit that without deep shadows, the site seemed at first glance to loose some of its depth. But having recently spent days with some beautiful new kittens, it's still amazing and disturbing how 8th's sort of virulence instead of a slow and messy advancement out of the mire can seem like a return to normalcy in some minds. As the late Mr. Buchanan said about cancer, the bar gets set pretty low. |
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That's very true, but without 8th, the hb would be
a lesser place, which is why he had to be smoked
out of his tunnel network. He's actually as
harmless as a bed sheet on a clothes-line on a
windy day. ie it makes a lot of noise and scares the
birds, but they can still shite all over it and have
the last laugh. |
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Nice comparison, I think he is secretly the crazy cat
man of his neighborhood. And the days of Max and 8th
exchanging their perspectives were what kept this
place pretty much active at all on some days in the
past. |
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<Stares mournfully into distance/> |
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// makes a lot of noise and scares the birds // |
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Thanks to us, at least there are some garden birds to scare - they haven't been gratuitously slaughtered by evil insanitary pox-ridden fleabag cats, prowling into other people's property, spreading parasites, disease pathogens, and lumps of nauseating excrement. |
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Ha - it worked! He's out and about again in the full
light of day, and now insulting my bird eating next
door neighbour's habits. //and lumps of nauseating
excrement// - try adding some ketchup if you find
it that nauseating! |
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