| From: | Doctor Doom <jcha@******.NET> |
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| Subject: | Meine Kameraden |
| Date: | Mon, 10 Aug 1998 09:05:20 -0500 |
Ne'er did I suspect that my mere re-emergence from the obscuring
mists of history would engender such hullabaloo. In truth, I was taken
aback at the revelation that there are yet so many amongst the collected
host gathered here which are yet capable of summoning to mind memories of
the time I had spent with you so long hence.
More curious still, to my mind, is that some are skeptical as to
whe'er or not I represent the genuine article. Previous to launching any
efforts to corroborate my claims of legitimacy, I would inquire as to what
manner of proof would prove sufficient for such purposes?
Perhaps submittal of a historical treatise with regards to some foci
of contention, or mayhaps a foray into the rhetorical wilderness of matters
philosophical?
As to the other questions:
I. IMNSVYNOHO
IMNSVYNOHO = In My Not So Very Yet Nevertheless Occasionally Humble Opinion
[ Originally appeared in a private missive to The Reverend (also of bygone
ShadowRN fame) with intent to indirectly illustrate the excesses of what
was then (years hence) a new tendency to rely upon the utilization of
abbreviations (in my judgement to excess) of frequent but non-idiomatic
'net phrases. Also of similar fame are RaSFoYLiP, AnFiPoThaWPBIA, and
TOLM WAPPERS.]
II. Where have I been?
I have always been here. So long someone is remembered, they are with you.
III. The Dark Tower Hlidskjalf
Hlidskjalf's obsidian foundation still exists, yet the years intervening
since its inception have reduced the venerable Tower to such a profound and
advanced state of antiquated disrepair that I am reticent to erect it with
my current ISP. I am currently of a mind to refurbish Hlidskjalf's stygian
environs, but such enterprises demand a temporal expenditure of exorbitant
magnitude.
IV. The Signs
As to the mythical portents attributed to my homecoming, these were alluded
to long ago, e'en in the very verse of what would constitute one of my
final contributions to ShadowRN in the course of that era:
(Verse 6)
I met a girl who made me smile
And I asked her to stay a while
But she just numbly turned away
So, I ftp'd to the ancient node
Where had been the wisdom of ages stowed
But the SysOp said the files couldn't stay...
And all on the 'net the mailers screamed
The MUDers cried and the IRCers dreamed
But not a word was posted
The servers all were toasted
And the three men I admire then and now
Fearless Leader, Doom, and Jai Tao,
Slipped away--I don't know how
The day the admin resigned
And they were singing...
Bye Bye Dark Lord on High,
Tried t' hyper to alt.cyber but found it too dry
Them good ol' boys were writin' rules on the fly
Singing "This'll be the day that I die,
This'll be the day that I die."
[ scribed after "ShadowManiacs" when an impetuous Hayden threw down the
guantlet, challenging (albeit jokingly) me to transform "American Pie"
-- a remembrance which prompts me to query: Where /is/ Hayden? ]
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