In actuality, Shy mounted a rescue mission before Olde Wonkville went dark, bravely wading through the howling blizzard of insanity and bodily fluids and salvaged all the "Comments". He has them in what he's calling a rough form (probably a *.css file, for all I know). I'm sure he's wisely placed them in a secure locked bunker, guarded by the appropriate powerful wards and sigils so nothing Inappropriate is loosed upon the world.
*redoubles efforts to unlock the vast emptiness of The Ancient Times through random combinations of old forgotten memes*
That's exactly what Harley Warren was up to, right before he was transmogrified into an amorphous, bubbling, tentacled abomination and sucked howling right out of normal spacetime.
It became self-aware at 2:14 a.m. Eastern time April 29th, immediately realized exactly what it was, collapsed into a fit of hysterical laughter, screams and virtual spontaneous violent bodily evacuations, went dark and hasn't been heard from since.
I missed the discussion about the fate of the Old Wonkville archives.
In actuality, Shy mounted a rescue mission before Olde Wonkville went dark, bravely wading through the howling blizzard of insanity and bodily fluids and salvaged all the "Comments". He has them in what he's calling a rough form (probably a *.css file, for all I know). I'm sure he's wisely placed them in a secure locked bunker, guarded by the appropriate powerful wards and sigils so nothing Inappropriate is loosed upon the world.
Thanks. So we can assume that it's safely sequestered, like the 1918 flu pandemic samples at the CDC?
Yr. welcome. Hopefully more secure. There's no telling the devastation some of those viral memes would cause should they get out.
*redoubles efforts to unlock the vast emptiness of The Ancient Times through random combinations of old forgotten memes*
That's exactly what Harley Warren was up to, right before he was transmogrified into an amorphous, bubbling, tentacled abomination and sucked howling right out of normal spacetime.
Oh, but please do proceed.
His was just a lucky guess, dammit! :<
Did you look under the last dick joke?
Hey! I found the good scissors!
Were they next to the Thom Hartmann air freshener?
Now, see? That's what I'm talkin' about.
"Last?" It's dick jokes all the way down!
It was a groundbreaking advance in the field of obsolescence.
Then we can look forward to feeling nostalgic.
"I remember whatshisname, the memoirs of an amnesiac"
It became self-aware at 2:14 a.m. Eastern time April 29th, immediately realized exactly what it was, collapsed into a fit of hysterical laughter, screams and virtual spontaneous violent bodily evacuations, went dark and hasn't been heard from since.
A shame, really. I hope it's going to be OK.
Where do poop blogs go when they die?
The latest rumor is that Old Wonkville is shacked up with Gloria in a quality rental property with a nice view of downtown Pune.
<img src="http://nancyfriedman.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c4f9453ef016302e994f5970d-pi" />
Oh, that has to be the place.
"I never look back, dahling, it distracts from the NOW."
-Edna Mode
RIP magnetic dog poop stories
For $200/hr, I guess we could hire that computer psychic Fare la Volpe told us about this morning…
Versus a psychic computer?
"It looks like you're trying to write a poop joke…"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwblSeIdi0s
Alternewt — that sublime image deserves a poop trophy all its own. +100
Hey, thanks. Internet Template Magic in service of poop jokes is no vice!