Agent Weebley, Doctor Sternum and I had a little discussion today. Unfortunately for Agent Heggle, and fortunately for us, he missed out on the awesome threesome, which obviously wouldn’t have happened, had he been here; he has gone for a low level meeting with Agent Power Elite and the AirHeads in landlocked Basel.
Since Agent Joe 90 has gone home to be with Shuo for the Chinese New Year, we decided to graciously accept the invitation to take Agent Joe 90′s AirCar . . . to slowly float back . . .
. . . to Ireland.
[Me, I would prefer to again visit Sheffield, but que sera serahhh . . .]
So here we are . . . on our way . . .
Source: klaatu – little neutrino
That choice of song was Doctor Sternum’s. We MetaPhorians at this site, tend to pass through many minds as we traverse the interweb and interface with the natives. Sometimes we stop and chat for a while, but then we move on.
Take this, as a prime mover and shaker:
Agent Weebley . . . oh, did I tell you? He’s sleeping right now. I think he’ll be out for the count for a while . . . slightly burned out after that MegaWeekend and epiphany.
Anyway, Agent Weebley was cruising his favourite URLs today, stopping in at amanfromMars’ site. Late in the afternoon, he noticed a new video at the bottom of amanfromMars’ post:
Source: vincent brown vs the ecb
The Daily Bell, he later learned, had the same video, calling Vincent Browne an “Irish bulldog.”
He watched the video, then commented:
Fantastic, Vincent Browne, I’m proud of your incisiveness!
And The ECB’s Klaus Masuch said something unintelligible about stability and confidence . . . something that sounded like: “enya manya kotta may?”
But no-one laughed . . . what’s the matter . . . heard it already?
Source: taxi – the tv show
Doctor Sternum was impressed with Vincent Browne, as was I.
Earlier in the afternoon, Agent Weebley, in his words, “threw out a line” on the Daily Bell Gerald Celente thread:
The loss of a loved one . . . you and your previously perceived fully integrated life . . . you didn’t like it . . . but it’s gone now . . .
But after you’ve gone through to the 7th stage, there is hope . . . you are now an invincible moving target . . . the internetional YOU!
Si, mucho caliente!
After Agent Weebley comments on a site, he saves it as a fave, then checks back periodically, to see if anyone has responded. Sometimes he gets a response, sometimes he sees life pass his comment by, with nary a thought to what they just read. Oh, he had a bite! dave jr . . . and what a bite!
Posted by dave jr on 01/23/12 03:48 PM
You are excused. There isn’t anything you or your alter egos (pete and marsman) can say anymore. You have done your job, now report to home base.
Wasn’t that special! Agent Weebley could not resist . . .
Posted by Agent Weebley on 01/23/12 05:18 PM
Hi dave, I’m afraid we cannot close the hatch for you, dave.
Correct me if I’m rrong, but did you just say: “enya manya kotta may”
Agent Weebley loves when he is engaged by dave jr . . . dave jumps the gun a lot. He posted a couple of queries on the terminology of Agent Weebley’s comment. He then settled down and actually followed the link.
Posted by dave jr on 01/23/12 05:45 PM
Hmmm, I followed your link to find Latka. I loved that show. You damn near pegged me except you didn’t consider that I workrd my way up through the ranks that you focus on, to owning the enterprise, then voluntarialy decending back into the ranks of the production that makes it all go’round.
How will you report this?
Agent Weebley had an animated discussion with Doctor Sternum and I at this point. “Be nice,” I said. “Be very nice,” Doctor Sternum said. So Agent Weebley decided to be [a?] diplomaverick instead.
Posted by Agent Weebley on 01/23/12 06:58 PM
Hi dave jr,
How will I report this? You make it sound like I crave data at any cost and have trouble making fantasy out of reality, yet holding it together long enough to keep 2 parallel stories spinning . . . do you want to be in our ARG? I could work you in if you want.
Your initial comment to me gave me the latitude to use what seemed to be a platitude, but if you would have scrolled up amanfromMars’ longitudinal posting just a tidsey bit, then you would be thinking a little differently about the ECB’s Klaus Masuch and Ireland’s pit bull, Vince Browne, as well as my reference to the TV show, Taxi, compared with what you said to me about your perception about my paraphrased “talking sh*t” to nobody in particular.
What has Browne done for you, lately?
He made me laugh . . . and you did too! Make that 3 stories. No . . . 4.
Now, from the top . . . do you follow?
Ah Agent Weebley, you are incorrigible . . . but it worked!
Posted by dave jr on 01/23/12 08:43 PM
“do you want to be in our ARG? I could work you in if you want.”
Naw, I would probably spin out of control causing a disasterous anomaly in the cyber-board. Thanks for the yuks and the invite, but I don’t think I could add to your cause.
You can still report me though, I don’t mind.
Agent Weebley was able to maintain a modicum of decorum in the interaction with dave jr, luckily for dave. Agent Weebley did not open the pod bay door, and dave jr was able to find a spare space helmet. So there he floats, as do we here . . . except we know where we’re going . . . . Ireland.
This is where Doctor Sternum asked Agent Weebley a question about this past weekend: “Weebley, do you think we have the communication skills to turn the interweb into an I/O device?”
“The device is ready,” Agent Weebley said. “Limited Edition MetaFlorin.”
He went on, as he usually does: “It exists only in our minds right now, but once we market the product to Irish people, we will be home free!”
I really had to say something at this point, as I have experience in these matters. But do I blow their bubble?
I must. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I let them blunderbuss their way along as they have been to date.
No, I can’t. I’m enjoying them emailing all these famous people . . . and the lack of response . . . and the different places we go to continue the attempts at contact with these famous people . . . with access to big money.
But I must.
“You know guys, if our message was passive, we could easily get financing from a big entertainment outfit or even Google, but because we are aiming for the heart of the Sun, and refuse to even sell Google Ads or other ClickSell Ads, we remain unknown . . . unless someone spots us . . . a fluke. Our message is Meritocracy, MetaFlorin and donations . . . very obtuse and meaningless . . . except to Big Business who would stomp on us for proposing that concept.”
But Agent Weebley countered with: “We’re selling a prepaid deposit for a custom screenplay . . . and prepaid deposits for tickets to The Paradiso . . .”
“We must talk to Vincent Browne,” Doctor Sternum said.
Good point. I hadn’t thought of him. He wants to hear from people. Maybe he wants to hear about ARG MetaPhoria and the Trading Game we want to produce . . . to help people learn how to trade again. Once we get the word out in Ireland, we will be noticed by Sinéad, Bono and the Edge. Then it’s just a phone call across the pond to Bobby Shriver and Susan Bonds.
“I’m numb,” said Agent Weebley. “Time for bed.”