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On Sun, Mar 23, 2025 at 5:01rC>PM Arthur Spitzer <arspitzer2@gmail.com> 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!? Maaaaaaan...

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 American. When I cornered him in an alley, he gabbled something about wanting to write 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 suppose 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 sure the trefoil couldn't get round the edge. When it faced Chicago, it stopped 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, and 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 people we know haven't died yet!"

X3;;;
Drew "everybody's just kinda gradually moseying in the direction of
Chicago" Nilium
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