Never been to a Bob Evans, huh?
Awww! I thought it was a porpoise too! Darnit, now I’ll have to get my eyes… Eh, it’s been done.
While we’re at it, what’s the origin of Qadgop the Mercotan?
Googling is no help. It lulls you with the potentially helpful “Did you mean: Qadgop the Mercaptan?”
But then that gives absolutely no hits.
Does Cracker Barrel count?
Ok, I just realized that there are two different posters by the names of Quasimodem and Quasimodal. For a while there I thought I was losing it! “Wait, I thought he was named Quasimodem. Now it’s Quasimodal. Did he change it?”
I just learned in a certain Pit thread that it’s pseudotriton ruber ruber, not pseudotron ruber ruber. Blew my little mind, it did.
I could let Qadgop answer for himself, but the name comes from the famous E.E. “Doc” Smith Lensmen books. Kimbal Kinnison is writing Space Opera as a disguise to foil the Zwilnicks, and it include this classic line
“Its terrible xmex-like snout locked on. Its zymolosely polydactile tongue crunched out, crashed down, rasped across. Slurp! Slurp! … Fools! Did they think that the airlessness of absolute space, the heatlessness of absolute zero, the yieldlessness of absolute neutronium could stop QADGOP THE MERCOTAN?”
Now that you mention it, I’ve been reading it all these years as Qagdop, not Qadgop. :smack:
For me, Equipoise is the name of a horse mentioned in “Guys and Dolls”. I think that adds something to this discussion.
Yup, **Pseudotron Rubber Rubber **is not his name either.
Every time I read it though it makes me think of the Hamburgler (robble robble) so that’s who I’ve always pictured making those posts.
I got yer horse… RIGHT HERE! :eek:
And you’re no Q-tip, either.
His name is “Paul Revere.”
And there’s a guy who says if the weather’s clear…
Don’t go blaming Equipoise and Cunctator. Their names are both perfectly legitimate English words; as anyone who’d been forced to hide in the library every day to avoid being beaten up as a child would know. They should be duly commended for promulgating their approbation of lexicographic virtuosity.
The people who really court opprobrium are those who just make up their usernames out of thin air, as if they were somehow being clever. This is obviously nothing but a cry for help from a warped, bitter soul with a pathological phobia of intimacy, no clear sense of identity, and a tendency to project their own faults onto others. That’s my guess, anyway.
I don’t care what pseudotriton entered when he joined, it’s “ruber rubber,” damn it.
I know this to be so, because I have read it thusly dozens of times.
I did not know that. I just added two new words to my vocabulary.
She doesn’t post anymore, but I can’t be the only one that–when she did post–thought lobstermobster was lobstermonster. :smack:
I haven’t seen Guys and Dolls but it was also the name of a horse being bet on by the POWs in the 1953 movie Stalag 17. I saw the movie on Turner Classics several years ago and I was surprised to see it listed. Guys and Dolls came out in 1955. According to Wikipedia, Equipoise was an important and decorated champion thoroughbred racehorse owned by the Whitney family. He won several important races and awards, then died at 10 years old in 1938.
According to Wikipedia, it’s also an “ethical basis for medical research,” a steroid, a legal term, a poetic term, a type of propeller, a type of denture, as well as the album where I got the name.
Thanks! Sorry about the beatings. For anyone who doesn’t know, the word itself means “A state of balance; equilibrium” which was the point of the album name (and the point of that freaky cover). Usages:
“Qadgop the Mercotan slithered flatly around the after-bulge of the tranship. One claw dug into the meters-thick armor of pure neutronium, then another. Its terrible xmex-like snout locked on. Its zymolosely polydactyl tongue crunched out, crashed down, rasped across. Slurp! Slurp! At each abrasive stroke the groove in the tranship’s plating deepened and Qadgop leered more fiercely. Fools! Did they think that the airlessness of absolute space, the heatlessness of absolute zero, the yieldlessness of absolute neutronium could stop QADGOP THE MERCOTAN? And the stowaway, that human wench Cynthia, cowering in helpless terror just beyond this thin and fragile wall…”
Cynthia and I are still together after a lengthy courtship, happily married over 25 years now. Sybly Whyte was the Best Man.