Whispers are heard as stock prices are pushed down upon the lauded launch of the laughably languine IPO of Facebook.
"Will this end the age of the fat-cats controlling the market?" the winds seem to ask along with, "Can I get an apple pie to go along with my order?"... or is that "Chocolate Cake"...or "Tiramisu"? Only the gods know for sure.
Has Facebook lost its face? This may be the case, but time will tell if this culminates into a cascade or a trickle that is stopped up. We all remember the run on cheesburgers during the great cheesburger Fiasco of 2005 and how many fat cats resulted from the greed and incompetence of fast food chains marketing cheeseburgers aimed toward our pets. Even today, one can hear the plaintive cries of an overweight budgie still unable to fly as it flaps its little wings to lift its 82 pound body off the ground....
Of course, there still are other pieces of multi-media, but does one need to follow a twitter stream so religiously? Even so, more new ideas are waiting to be invented as the My_Space's of the world languish and wish they could marry a girl with a pre-nup agreement to get better tax rates. I guess such sites still have not heard or used matchmaker.com...
Meanwhile, the Fyre is being attacked by spammers, so we will have to see how things develop.
The years go by on the Isle of Man (or wherever I am at) as I see the Fyre Sparkling with a "y" sound, much like an overused Seasame Street analogy.
The figure strokes his 999 3/4 foot long beard as he contemplates the flames and how it could go so horribly wrong. Social Media and how things really haven't changed in that it is all just marketing and wanting your info. It has been this way forver, ever since they tempted you with a brand new free car at your local shopping mall, just for filling out your information on a scrap of paper or how they now hired seductresses and seducers from the land of India to speak not-so-perfect English.
Where had the time gone? He had heard rumors of the Massively crew and how Schuster had discovered the self-contained combustion engine although he really found it at a yard sale and while he touted it as the "find of the new century", its time had came and went.
Olevetti had invested in a new venture that connected blogging and organic pizza making with a robotic farm. Depending what one typed, one could grow the ingredients, such as tomatoes and olives and various other vegetables, slaughter and stuff pepperonis, and all the various preparatory things to begin a pizza and then, finally embarking on making a pizza. Two things went wrong with this venture: One, it only took advanced orders of at least 6 months in advance to start your order and, Two, hackers and Trolls flooded in to break the system. They did all sorts of things from growing live pigs to stuffing olives inside pepperoni cases. Also, the operation began building itself mobile treads and was going to "troll" Los Angeles in a fit of PvP Live-Action goodness that would make "Soylent Green" seem like a kindergarten's cautionary tale. The operation was, nonetheless, shutdown, even with support from luminaries like Martin Sheen and Humphrey Bogart....even though it was found out three months later that Bogart was dead and did not endorse such an operation.
It seemed like Bree Royce hit the jackpot for awhile, she had been linked with the Royce's from the manufacturers of "Rolls-Royce". All seemed well until, under her management, she ordered parts from the same blogging site as Olevetti's ill-fated plant and it was soon discovered hackers had gotten into the mainframe and were making pizzas out of Rolls-Royce parts to feed it's machine-monstrosity. Needless to say, Bree was let go, but she had a nice financial parachute package like many managers and still made out fairly well. She lectures with her new book, "Bree to be Me!" and a lecture tour that involves sock puppetry with an audience's involvement, that is to say, there is no audience: Everyone is wearing a sock puppet!
Meanwhile, Rubi Bayer looks down upon the world in her Ivory Tower over at NC Soft at their new facility : Guild Wars/Stalag 15. The facility is named such because 15 more sequels to Guild Wars are being planned (plus the board game and the arcade/carnival games that will travel from city to city alongside an Indian Rubber Man).
Meanwhile, the "Fyre" dances and tries to facilitate it's facilitators, which facilitates a sigh from the 999 3/4 bearded man before he begins shadow boxing with his beard as they fill the role of two sparring partners and a waterboy.
::A large blue box materializes out of thin air, topped with a light that flashes with the urgency of a toy emergency vehicle owned by some small boy. A door opens and a man in a fez kneels down and lays down a glossy page that is more plastic folder protector from an office supply store than paper. The man then goes back into the box and closes the door. The blue box makes a grating gyrating noise that slowly fades with the image of the blue box.:::
:::A pigeon lands on the plastic sheet. It seems to admire itself in the glossiness of the plastic, but then we see its head move: It spies a hawk mirrored in the sheet and in a moment of rare insight, it recognizes the danger it is in and where it comes from. It flies off, but its talons instinctively grab the plastic sheet on reflex as it flies away. The bird flaps with all its might and looks like a poor man's chinese kite as it takes to the air. The hawk, still in it's dive, misses the pidgeon and skitters on the surface. Bravely, the pidgeon flies faster and faster as a band in a nearby park mysteriously plays, "Flight of the Valkyries" which only enhances the pidgeon's resolve! The hawk spots the pidgeon and gives chase.
It would be said in the annals of pidgeon history, a finer chase would be more rare, ranking up with the jet dogfights of the Korean war involving Korean and United States pigdeons with jets strapped to their backs, but that is a different matter altogether.
However, the hawk has the advantage and slowly gains. The pidgeon knows it is doomed unless...it then remembers the plastic sheet it clutches and let's it go into the face of the hawk. The hawk reels with the slap-stick comedy of being hit by the sheet and having it obscure its vision. At the same time, the pidgeon turns on it's hyperdrive afterburners and smokes the stratosphere into hyperspace while another band on an airless asteroid plays the strains of, "Stop that pigeon!" from that old Hanna-Barbera cartoon. The pidgeon achieves time warp factor 2.5, just in time to meet its great-great-great-many-times-removed-generational grandfather.
As the hawk tumbles over and over like some cartwheeling mumenschantz the plastic folder lands at the morning table of a retired elderly gentlemen. Surprised, he looks around the skies, not knowing where it came from. He then reads:"
"Dear Diary:
It has been fairly a month since the sinister forces of the forces of 'LiveFyre' invaded with its atrocious spelling and general society moves to get more people to use its services during its invasion plans. I have finally sussed out a way to go undercover and finally penetrate this secret society. It is not quite so simple and charming as the old guard. While it does operate more smoothly, it wants more social-media ruffage to go with its diet and it bothers one with constant updates that only a few, in my humble opinion, actually use, at least over the long-term.
I still do not like the "Disagree" button, but I think it may mark something, because I think I have seen "Like" mark a post blue somewhere, but it has not happened in this corner of the internet. I feel there is future society trouble as more and more websites get rid of downvoting, because if they can't downvote anonymously and without thought on the web, where else will they downvote? I believe people will get more violent with their anger in the real world and more stories of naked folks wielding plungers chasing particular people who only asked if, "They were alright?" will become more the norm than before. And really, we could do less with reality TV.
Maybe these words will go to someone that can do something about it? I do not know. I hope someone can do something about it.
Sincerely,
SC - esquire"
:::The retired man closes the portfolio and thinks to himself. He then asks for a particular phone from his butler. The mauve-colored one, not the black or pink one. He goes about making a phone call on the stangely antiquated rotary phone.:::
The man then speaks, "Hello. John? Are you in your brokerage office? It's Steve. No, not Jobs, he isn't due for a resurrection. This is Case. Steve Case. Look. I'd like to get some more share of LiveFyre; I think it will make more money as we move it onto more AOL services. It sure has people talking!"
"Also, I'd like to buy some stock in a good company that sells plungers..."
:::A Green Bottle drifts up on an isolated Beach with a note inside. There are trees in the distance. One set of trees to the East seems like they are made for cocoanuts. There is also an old shack to the West.:::
::: "Where do you go?":::
"N"
"Look Area"
:::Contents of Area : A Green Bottle with a note inside. 2 Seashells. A clump of Seaweed:::
"Pick up Green Bottle"
:::Green Bottle has been added to your inventory:::
"Open Green Bottle"
:::New Inventory : One cork :::
"Bottle ; Upside-Down"
"Shake Bottle"
::: A note falls out:::
"Pick-Up Note"
"Read Note"
* To whom it may concern,
The war is lost. Only small pockets of resistance continue and there is little to do to gain the forefronts that have been lost to the raging "LiveFyre" that has claimed the English countryside. I was captured for awhile, but managed to escape. Torture was only once a day, so it wasn't too bad, but the food was horrible and it made my escape even more imperative!
I've tried to get under cover of darkness with several venues and had difficulty with all of them. Finally, some cracks did appear and I managed to slip away, but not unscathed. I have lost the precious "space" between my names (which I see one gent has overcome) no matter what I try. I have put thought into maybe a new set of identity papers, but we shall see. I set up a new front with my old ones on a few sites, but it is not perfect. There is some talk of a Patch, although I do not know if this be a nicotine patch or a patch over one eye, but it should allow more custom names.
Still, the time has been coincidental; I have been wondering if I should start a blog or not. While I really haven't, this also has given me time to think, although my interests are too wide for one blog. It is a conundrum to ponder if I should do it with one or a network. Or maybe I should do as I've done. Again, the timing is fortuitous but unfortunate.
So, I leave this with whomever shall find it. Keep up the faith. Have some cocoanut milk while you are here. Take care!
I've noticed we've lost the old fronts on Joystiq; FyllyFyre has gone and back-dated on previous old comments and now previous posts only seem to read as "LiveFyre" connected, wherein there were a fair number of older posts and comments, especially on the announcement of a new system there.
So, unless things change, it seems we have lost that region of the world. The Evil Empire is winning (or wynning). All is lost!
29 minutes and 2 seconds into it, the German Police have clamped down and replaced the old system. It seems they believed the switch was a "done-deal" but are now clamping down.
Lots of casualties! The Horror! The Horror!
All 7-8 posts are now lost (although maybe I could google for them?) due to the new push of the New LiveFire system spelled with a "y".
Again, I will continue broadcasting further developments!
With Joystiq, they seem to be using both systems for comments.
Here on Massively, they went with only the new system for a few posts, but have "slipped" with the newer posts! "Notch's Oc10c" post.
This goes to show, that anything spelled with a "y" in its name rather than correct spelling, tends to be lame! (SyFy being a double-offending example!) LiveFyre....sheesh!
I can comment on this article! The LiveFyyyre police are slipping!
Testing...Testing One Two Three!
If anyone can hear or read this message, please know that you cannot mark it "Off-Topic" or even mark it as "Disagree" as you can with the old reliable system here!
Also, 16-bit computing inside a computer game? Genius!
Massively Speaking Episode 195: Jokeception
Jun 5th 2012 10:59AM (Massively)"Will this end the age of the fat-cats controlling the market?" the winds seem to ask along with, "Can I get an apple pie to go along with my order?"... or is that "Chocolate Cake"...or "Tiramisu"? Only the gods know for sure.
Has Facebook lost its face? This may be the case, but time will tell if this culminates into a cascade or a trickle that is stopped up. We all remember the run on cheesburgers during the great cheesburger Fiasco of 2005 and how many fat cats resulted from the greed and incompetence of fast food chains marketing cheeseburgers aimed toward our pets. Even today, one can hear the plaintive cries of an overweight budgie still unable to fly as it flaps its little wings to lift its 82 pound body off the ground....
Of course, there still are other pieces of multi-media, but does one need to follow a twitter stream so religiously? Even so, more new ideas are waiting to be invented as the My_Space's of the world languish and wish they could marry a girl with a pre-nup agreement to get better tax rates. I guess such sites still have not heard or used matchmaker.com...
Meanwhile, the Fyre is being attacked by spammers, so we will have to see how things develop.
Massively Speaking Episode 195: Jokeception
May 8th 2012 1:40PM (Massively)The figure strokes his 999 3/4 foot long beard as he contemplates the flames and how it could go so horribly wrong. Social Media and how things really haven't changed in that it is all just marketing and wanting your info. It has been this way forver, ever since they tempted you with a brand new free car at your local shopping mall, just for filling out your information on a scrap of paper or how they now hired seductresses and seducers from the land of India to speak not-so-perfect English.
Where had the time gone? He had heard rumors of the Massively crew and how Schuster had discovered the self-contained combustion engine although he really found it at a yard sale and while he touted it as the "find of the new century", its time had came and went.
Olevetti had invested in a new venture that connected blogging and organic pizza making with a robotic farm. Depending what one typed, one could grow the ingredients, such as tomatoes and olives and various other vegetables, slaughter and stuff pepperonis, and all the various preparatory things to begin a pizza and then, finally embarking on making a pizza. Two things went wrong with this venture: One, it only took advanced orders of at least 6 months in advance to start your order and, Two, hackers and Trolls flooded in to break the system. They did all sorts of things from growing live pigs to stuffing olives inside pepperoni cases. Also, the operation began building itself mobile treads and was going to "troll" Los Angeles in a fit of PvP Live-Action goodness that would make "Soylent Green" seem like a kindergarten's cautionary tale. The operation was, nonetheless, shutdown, even with support from luminaries like Martin Sheen and Humphrey Bogart....even though it was found out three months later that Bogart was dead and did not endorse such an operation.
It seemed like Bree Royce hit the jackpot for awhile, she had been linked with the Royce's from the manufacturers of "Rolls-Royce". All seemed well until, under her management, she ordered parts from the same blogging site as Olevetti's ill-fated plant and it was soon discovered hackers had gotten into the mainframe and were making pizzas out of Rolls-Royce parts to feed it's machine-monstrosity. Needless to say, Bree was let go, but she had a nice financial parachute package like many managers and still made out fairly well. She lectures with her new book, "Bree to be Me!" and a lecture tour that involves sock puppetry with an audience's involvement, that is to say, there is no audience: Everyone is wearing a sock puppet!
Meanwhile, Rubi Bayer looks down upon the world in her Ivory Tower over at NC Soft at their new facility : Guild Wars/Stalag 15. The facility is named such because 15 more sequels to Guild Wars are being planned (plus the board game and the arcade/carnival games that will travel from city to city alongside an Indian Rubber Man).
Meanwhile, the "Fyre" dances and tries to facilitate it's facilitators, which facilitates a sigh from the 999 3/4 bearded man before he begins shadow boxing with his beard as they fill the role of two sparring partners and a waterboy.
Massively Speaking Episode 195: Jokeception
Apr 23rd 2012 1:58PM (Massively):::A pigeon lands on the plastic sheet. It seems to admire itself in the glossiness of the plastic, but then we see its head move: It spies a hawk mirrored in the sheet and in a moment of rare insight, it recognizes the danger it is in and where it comes from. It flies off, but its talons instinctively grab the plastic sheet on reflex as it flies away. The bird flaps with all its might and looks like a poor man's chinese kite as it takes to the air. The hawk, still in it's dive, misses the pidgeon and skitters on the surface. Bravely, the pidgeon flies faster and faster as a band in a nearby park mysteriously plays, "Flight of the Valkyries" which only enhances the pidgeon's resolve! The hawk spots the pidgeon and gives chase.
It would be said in the annals of pidgeon history, a finer chase would be more rare, ranking up with the jet dogfights of the Korean war involving Korean and United States pigdeons with jets strapped to their backs, but that is a different matter altogether.
However, the hawk has the advantage and slowly gains. The pidgeon knows it is doomed unless...it then remembers the plastic sheet it clutches and let's it go into the face of the hawk. The hawk reels with the slap-stick comedy of being hit by the sheet and having it obscure its vision. At the same time, the pidgeon turns on it's hyperdrive afterburners and smokes the stratosphere into hyperspace while another band on an airless asteroid plays the strains of, "Stop that pigeon!" from that old Hanna-Barbera cartoon. The pidgeon achieves time warp factor 2.5, just in time to meet its great-great-great-many-times-removed-generational grandfather.
As the hawk tumbles over and over like some cartwheeling mumenschantz the plastic folder lands at the morning table of a retired elderly gentlemen. Surprised, he looks around the skies, not knowing where it came from. He then reads:"
"Dear Diary:
It has been fairly a month since the sinister forces of the forces of 'LiveFyre' invaded with its atrocious spelling and general society moves to get more people to use its services during its invasion plans. I have finally sussed out a way to go undercover and finally penetrate this secret society. It is not quite so simple and charming as the old guard. While it does operate more smoothly, it wants more social-media ruffage to go with its diet and it bothers one with constant updates that only a few, in my humble opinion, actually use, at least over the long-term.
I still do not like the "Disagree" button, but I think it may mark something, because I think I have seen "Like" mark a post blue somewhere, but it has not happened in this corner of the internet. I feel there is future society trouble as more and more websites get rid of downvoting, because if they can't downvote anonymously and without thought on the web, where else will they downvote? I believe people will get more violent with their anger in the real world and more stories of naked folks wielding plungers chasing particular people who only asked if, "They were alright?" will become more the norm than before. And really, we could do less with reality TV.
Maybe these words will go to someone that can do something about it? I do not know. I hope someone can do something about it.
Sincerely,
SC - esquire"
:::The retired man closes the portfolio and thinks to himself. He then asks for a particular phone from his butler. The mauve-colored one, not the black or pink one. He goes about making a phone call on the stangely antiquated rotary phone.:::
The man then speaks, "Hello. John? Are you in your brokerage office? It's Steve. No, not Jobs, he isn't due for a resurrection. This is Case. Steve Case. Look. I'd like to get some more share of LiveFyre; I think it will make more money as we move it onto more AOL services. It sure has people talking!"
"Also, I'd like to buy some stock in a good company that sells plungers..."
Massively Speaking Episode 195: Jokeception
Apr 9th 2012 2:48PM (Massively)::: "Where do you go?":::
"N"
"Look Area"
:::Contents of Area : A Green Bottle with a note inside. 2 Seashells. A clump of Seaweed:::
"Pick up Green Bottle"
:::Green Bottle has been added to your inventory:::
"Open Green Bottle"
:::New Inventory : One cork :::
"Bottle ; Upside-Down"
"Shake Bottle"
::: A note falls out:::
"Pick-Up Note"
"Read Note"
* To whom it may concern,
The war is lost. Only small pockets of resistance continue and there is little to do to gain the forefronts that have been lost to the raging "LiveFyre" that has claimed the English countryside. I was captured for awhile, but managed to escape. Torture was only once a day, so it wasn't too bad, but the food was horrible and it made my escape even more imperative!
I've tried to get under cover of darkness with several venues and had difficulty with all of them. Finally, some cracks did appear and I managed to slip away, but not unscathed. I have lost the precious "space" between my names (which I see one gent has overcome) no matter what I try. I have put thought into maybe a new set of identity papers, but we shall see. I set up a new front with my old ones on a few sites, but it is not perfect. There is some talk of a Patch, although I do not know if this be a nicotine patch or a patch over one eye, but it should allow more custom names.
Still, the time has been coincidental; I have been wondering if I should start a blog or not. While I really haven't, this also has given me time to think, although my interests are too wide for one blog. It is a conundrum to ponder if I should do it with one or a network. Or maybe I should do as I've done. Again, the timing is fortuitous but unfortunate.
So, I leave this with whomever shall find it. Keep up the faith. Have some cocoanut milk while you are here. Take care!
Signed,
SC *
"E"
TERA sheds some light on open beta as test weekends draw to a close
Apr 5th 2012 1:08PM (Massively)Massively Speaking Episode 195: Jokeception
Apr 5th 2012 1:06PM (Massively)...or the last post under the old system.
I've noticed we've lost the old fronts on Joystiq; FyllyFyre has gone and back-dated on previous old comments and now previous posts only seem to read as "LiveFyre" connected, wherein there were a fair number of older posts and comments, especially on the announcement of a new system there.
So, unless things change, it seems we have lost that region of the world. The Evil Empire is winning (or wynning). All is lost!
This may be my final transmission!
Massively Speaking Episode 195: Jokeception
Apr 5th 2012 12:49PM (Massively)29 minutes and 2 seconds into it, the German Police have clamped down and replaced the old system. It seems they believed the switch was a "done-deal" but are now clamping down.
Lots of casualties! The Horror! The Horror!
All 7-8 posts are now lost (although maybe I could google for them?) due to the new push of the New LiveFire system spelled with a "y".
Again, I will continue broadcasting further developments!
Guild Wars 2's character creator brings celebrities to Tyria
Apr 5th 2012 12:42PM (Massively)With Joystiq, they seem to be using both systems for comments.
Here on Massively, they went with only the new system for a few posts, but have "slipped" with the newer posts! "Notch's Oc10c" post.
This goes to show, that anything spelled with a "y" in its name rather than correct spelling, tends to be lame! (SyFy being a double-offending example!) LiveFyre....sheesh!
Is Notch's 0x10c an MMO?
Apr 5th 2012 12:37PM (Massively)"...as you can with the Down Vote system of the old reliable comment system here!"
Well....you can't edit comments with the new system, either! So there! ;P
Is Notch's 0x10c an MMO?
Apr 5th 2012 12:34PM (Massively)I can comment on this article! The LiveFyyyre police are slipping!
Testing...Testing One Two Three!
If anyone can hear or read this message, please know that you cannot mark it "Off-Topic" or even mark it as "Disagree" as you can with the old reliable system here!
Also, 16-bit computing inside a computer game? Genius!
(Also, don't steal my name on Twitter! ;P )