I posted a comment to amanfromMars a short while ago to tidy up 2 years of posting on The Daily Bell.
Lucy had set the AirCar to 2m above the undulating Atlantic Ocean, and we were doing 30 mph on AutoPilot . . . Agent Cooper, Lucy and I all having a great chat . . . sitting on the deck chairs all slurping a damn fine bottomless cup of coffee (each.) We had much to discuss.
Oh, before I forget . . . Epstein . . . can you give Agent Cooper Administrator privileges, please?
Source: ultravox – lament extended
Special Agent Dale Cooper is already becoming quite a help to us on our Mission. Although he is also seeing many many parallels between Twin Peaks and ARG MetaPhoria, such as their Operation Blue Book, and our Operation BlueBalls, we do have to move on.
We decided to stop the AirCar somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean to ponder whether we send 1 or 2 emails . . . but we are going to wait till tomorrow morning to do that. We all need some shut-eye.
Before we hit the sack, I must also mention something else . . . Agent Pete 8 played a video that also resonated with what amanfromMars and Agent Revolver said today.
My Juicy Lucy spotted this visual . . . “speak your mind.”
Source: echelon – 30 seconds to mars
Oh, I almost forgot . . . I am readying to post this comment to The Register
Ah, yes . . . our own dedication to Alan Turing
On May 15, 2011, we dedicated our site, ARG MetaPhoria, to Alan Turing, persecuted because of his sexual proclivities, the father of modern computing, and code cracker extraordinaire.
I applied for that ridiculous UK Digital Director job, around this time last year . . . mostly as a joke, but as a continuing hack test.
You see, our site’s code cannot be cracked by anyone in government . . . I contacted Cameron, Clegg, Pickles, MI6 (to include us in their weekly with Our Lady of Assumptions) . . . and many others. Yep, I contacted them all . . . and I’m still alive!
Just like George Orwell . . . Alan Turing’s name and his contribution . . . have they both been diluted to merely an amusing annual event? Yep, we applied for the Orwell Prize for Blogging this year, but their heads are stuck so far up their asses . . . [we're too mainstream for you, Agent Weebley - maybe next year?]
Tomorrow, I will be sending an invitational email to Sir Alex Allan. Will he see that our ARG is one massive contradiction to government?
Either he’s grateful for my email, or I’m dead.
Juicy Fruit, anyone?
There, posted @ 8am GMT. Nighty-night . . . a demain.