Subject: Re: NTB: Classic NTB Adventures #366: Wrath of The Administrator Part Eight
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On Sun, Mar 23, 2025 at 5:01?PM Arthur Spitzer <
arspitzer2@gmail.co
wrote:
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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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