• Re: NTB: Classic NTB Adventures #366: Wrath of The Administrator Part E

    From Drew Perron@3:633/10 to All on Tuesday, October 28, 2025 05:33:06
    Subject: Re: NTB: Classic NTB Adventures #366: Wrath of The Administrator Part Eight

    Original post: https://lists.eyrie.org/mailman3/hyperkitty/list/racc@lists. eyrie.org/message/PEJV6GT62OTF3VCJCPOMTFX6N4KKO7QG/

    On Sun, Mar 23, 2025 at 5:01?PM Arthur Spitzer <arspitzer2@gmail.co
    wrote:
    <snip>
    Is it time to worry about tripping over chairs?!
    And to just pick up some stray Weirdness Magnets
    before you make that flight to Chicago?!!

    At the duty-free shop?

    "Master!" the shadower called, running into the game room/kitchen/ abattoir.

    That's a heck of a combo.

    "A blonde gentleman delivered it. Dressed like a joker. Said it
    was important."

    The Harlequin? Up to no good, I'll bet.

    Notably, Harley Quinn had showed up on Batman: The Animated Series but
    wasn't as big as she'd become.

    "Ah, a meeting of the 'Brigade'?", I cried. "What nefarious plot is afoot?"

    The shadower perked up. "Master! I didn't think you could read!
    You know, being blind and all." It's fallen completely for my "blind"
    act. "But, that's a dry cleaning bill."



    Swinging around to face it, I said, "I can see the diverse paths of eternity, the evil in every child's eyes,... I cannot be expected to
    plot the positions and velocities of CHAIRS!"

    X3;;;;

    And, if it weren't for that damned door frame getting in my way, I'd
    have had a bloody impressive exit. [Memo: Torture the door frame.]

    heeheehee

    I take the scenic route, through rec.arts.tv.mst8g, back through its predecessors. Suddenly, the path ends in the late 30th century, with alt.tv.mst4k.

    It's going to take a thousand years to get another MST3K revival!? Maaaaaaa n...

    The paths are a jumble, overgrown with lichen. Someone
    has taken the net through a blender near the end of the twentieth
    century--no doubt, the reason for my summons.

    Oh damn, I love that shit :D

    I quickly reroute through some of the more stable groups, like alt.fan.rush-limbaugh. The heat is blistering, but I can be assured
    that this group exists (in some form) in all times and places.

    Huh. Is the point that he's just that hate-able?

    I can see my destination in the distance. I'll arrive soon. But,
    first, I have to get past Rush. And, he's looking mighty unpleasant.

    DUN DUN DUNNNN...

    Something Happens! #1

    Oh, I love it when things happen!

    Let's get something straight right away. I'm the embodiment of all things Irish. Not Oirish. That's somebody else. (small, dresses in green, if I remember right.) He's kept away from me, ever since I found him trying to
    get into the first Pogues gig. He probably hurt for a while after that.

    Huh. X>


    Back in the 1830's, for example, I was a pub-crawler.
    I remember being followed one night from pub to pub by this short America
    n.
    When I cornered him in an alley, he gabbled something about wanting to wr
    ite
    a book about me, so I kicked him in the head and left him there.

    I have no idea what this is a reference to. X>

    Nowadays, it looks like a... well,
    It's got a thin base and three circular protrusions at one end, so I supp
    ose
    you could call it a trefoil. You could also call it a Sick Metal Shamrock
    ,
    but not for very long.

    Heeheeheehee


    I brought it back home, and positioned it east of the world view page of
    an
    atlas. When I let it go, it flew west, stopped an inch from the atlas and continued to hum. I moved the atlas up and down, left and right, making s
    ure
    the trefoil couldn't get round the edge. When it faced Chicago, it stoppe
    d
    humming and embedded itself in the atlas.

    Oooooh, expressive visuals.

    That was my business associate, by the way. Nice guy, as long as you don'
    t
    accidentally trip over him. As a means of making money, we're a detective agency. We don't get to do much detecting, what with us being 'coaters, a
    nd
    recently we've considered getting a third partner to do the real work. Trouble is, you just can't get good help these days. One glimpse of a Weirdness Magnet and they're off before you can say "But some of the peop
    le
    we know haven't died yet!"

    X3;;;

    Drew "everybody's just kinda gradually moseying in the direction of
    Chicago" Nilium

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