August 22, 2005
Ah well...
As an astute observer of this site may notice (there may be one or two), busybeaver does not spring forth a fully formed and dewy new presence on this 21st of August last. The enignmatic sayings of one ebj have now been re-signed, attributed by the software to said BB. Yes, poor Elva has been unmasked - attempting to learn this strange new technology she is. Quite a feat for a box of dead letters, but there you have it.
Elva also notices that there is a, shall we say, less astute observer present - a mechanical intermediary, an engine of search, gamely attempting to identify signal, identify noise, serve meaning. Well, dear Goo-goo, if you really have to know, the postings of busybeaver are mere sitebuilding practice leavings. Yes, another flesh and blood, bricks and mortar, cliche filled, time constrained ordinary person has decided to learn how to work this thing. There IS NO further meaning to these posts, regardless of how you parse the words, words, what do they all mean? (Words, words....Numbers!)
Elva is reminded of learning to type. The quick brown fox jumped over the heavy black statue. Was that it? Something like that. Back when Elva learned to type, few people knew how, and most had magnificent handwriting. Now, chickenscratch all around, and many fluttering fingers on the keys. Keys to the rain.
The reader might consider, instead of the image of the beaver, that of the ant or gopher. That pile of dirt outside the entrance, on top of the hole. That is what all of this is. The real activity is going on inside, where the unseen industrious pest is fashioning a home.
Attempting to do so quietly, but, apparently there is a megaphone attached to the Post button. This bit of burble will soon be posted, and the call of the mechanicals will go out, "HEAR YE! HEAR YE! ANOTHER MAGNIFICENT CRAP HAS BEEN TAKEN AT THE BOTHER SITE!" So the answer is yes, it does make a sound. Each stoke of the star-studded-machinery pushes and pulls the engine. Chug chug chug chug.
Trying to make it up that great big hill of hope. To my destination.
"The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dogs." which, apparently now as I cross check letters, does include all of the letters of the alphabet.
Not that any of that references the point of your posting, but google won't care, which would.
Posted by: psa at August 22, 2005 04:29 PMThank you psa for your public service.
Which also led to another lesson in the nature of web godhood. Apparently the conversation cannot proceed without my approval. Imagine that. The faux reality thickens. Imagine the great and powerful Oz, turning to see Dorothy and company staring at him working the controls. Instead of a hapless bellow of "pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!" he simply peers at the little notice on his screen...
"This comment was posted without registration. It is awaiting your approval."
...and makes his selection.
Posted by: busybeaver at August 23, 2005 07:02 AMAh, wait. Now Elva discovers that Oz, benevolent Oz has anticipated this moment. And innocent Elva discovers that apparently there are used-viagra salesmen, nuts and additional mechanical beasties wandering into the great hall these days. Silenced Dorothy gets a thankyou note from me, Webgod, Oz:
:Thanks.
Sometimes, as now, it may be that your comment is "pending review" by, most likely, myself. Sometimes OK; sometimes a sad state. But we must endeavour to adapt to circumstances.
No need to submit again. No worries. We got your stuff.
It'll just take us time to fall into to doing it.
BUT IF YOU'RE A BLOG SPAMMER, JUST FORGET IT.
YOUR CRAP WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY, HERE."
Curiouser and curiouser. Off with their heads.
Posted by: busybeaver at August 23, 2005 07:10 AMYou're welcome. I am always happy to provide esoteric, if not completely useless information.
Posted by: psa at August 24, 2005 11:13 AM
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