Well, poop on you…
Man those boxes are great. Just remember how you took it apart cause they are hella hard to put back together when you want to forward it on.
I agree. But at least it’s interesting bullshit.
But just like real bullshit, I’m not buying it.
warn your fellow dopers when you awake Chtulu by accident. I’d like to know when the pain and misery are about to begin.
Besides, then I can welcome our new wooden-spring-sphere making overlords.
So, Balance, are you the The Librarian? 
Digger’s real name is Carter by any chance.
Robert! How’s Sophie doing? What’s Teabing up to in prison?
I checked my office voice mail and found a response from the secretary of the agency that sent the box, but it was mostly a confirmation of what I read in Digger’s letter.Her boss–the Spook–sent the box himself, and she didn’t really know anything about it. I called her back, and she said that he’s working on a case, and she can’t contact him to ask about the matter. She told me that this is not unusual when he’s on the job. He always did have a high regard for the gumshoe mystique.
Calls to Digger’s office at the university got me nowhere. The one colleague who answered on a weekend said they hadn’t heard from him in over a week.
Stymied for the moment, I turned my attention back to the box. Its design reminds me of something, but I cannot put my finger on it. The resilience of the tiles fascinates me; they must surely be supported on wooden springs, and for such a delicate mechanism to survive so long is a marvel. The craftsmanship must be exceptional. I have noted, however, that some of the tiles offer more resistance than most. Perhaps the mechanism behind them has become fouled somehow.
In handling the box, I became aware of a faint sound within it. Something inside moves when I tilt it, but I have been unable to feel any shift in weight. Whatever it is, it must be very light.
Ooooohhhhh! Curiouser and curiouser …
:: pulls up a comfy chair ::
Somewhere in the future of this adventure we will see a menancing stranger with an eye patch; a faithful monkey companion and some foreign orphan boy with alot of cheek and street knowledge. And Nazi’s.
It ain’t an adventure story unless Nazi’s are involved.
::::::::rubs hands gleefully in anticipation of the next update.::::::::::::::::::::::
…and a fish.
So far I am convinced only that Balance is a fantastic writer, and that I would like to subscribe to his/her newsletter.
That makes two of us.
::: Pulls up a comfy chair:::
Pass the popcorn please.
I have a feeling that this thread will come to an end somewhere around the beginning of April.
It contains a first edition of The DaVinci Code.
Pandora, is that you?
with a fish.
Someone rang?
Oh, fish. Nevermind.
Where’s he gone off to?
IF there is a fish involved, it must be a dried, dessicated specimen of one–otherwise there’d be an odor.
I feel like I’m reading a cross between TinTin and Amelie-the film…
<done with popcorn, opens cookies>
I know the first part is correct, I get emails from her all of the time. Sometimes I get them from her cousins in other countries. Even today I got one from a man in Hong Kong.