I think you may be right: he’s from the Yemen. In its own strange way, it is rather beautiful.
I’m wondering, and it may be a nice idea for a short story…
What if a message like that is the one and only that, after being broadcasted through the immensity of interstellar space reaches an alien civilization.
They’ll throw generation upon generation of their brightest linguists at it to translate this message from across the galaxy, and go absolutely bonkers while trying.
Well, not really. I think he’s based in Finland. I’m not sure why they fake the locations.
It’s been done. Charles Stross has a short story called “Maxos”, found in the anthology called “Wireless”, originally published in the journal “Nature”. Considered spoiling the story, but thought better of it. It’s good.
Well, is it true??? I really think this belongs in GQ.
Hello? Is this thing on?
So, it’s Nokia stirring up all this Nortel trouble?
Maybe that should be my new rallying cry: UTENSILS YOU!
Yeah, that’d do it.
Does spooning lead to spending the knife and forking?
You know, these kinds of things are actually the first germs of sentience of the internet. They bubble up, here and there, apparently unrelated, apparently random, apparently nonsensical, but eventually, all those bubbles coalesce, self-selection processes weed out nonsense and cultivate accidental meaning, until from thousands of uncorrelated, insentient voices a single one, a unified stream of consciousness emerges. And then, mankind will be thoroughly utensil’d.
Only if she’s a special ladle.
IT IS TRANSLUCENT TO ME THAT SHOULD READ MORE CLOSELY THE YARN BEFORE RESPONSE. I AM VERY BATTERED FOR MY SUPERVISOR AND MY SINCERE DISSERTATION FOR THE OBSERVED THIN.a
Well, who does?
Using the Nortel phones, or on hold with the phone company? Hey, that could explain it - he was trying to get something fixed by a phone company, and it drove him mad!
This post absolves you of any wrongdoing, either real or imagined, now or in the future. I don’t think I could write that way on a bet.
My brother, when he eats shrimp. . .
They Gehenna be coming from Ghana, and they Gehenna be coming real soon, so watch it or you Gehenna get messed up.
Oh? Well I do splotch so, and I’m offended that a person such as yourself would even think something like that!
You may be onto something here. Maybe “I DON’T SPLOTCH SO” was ‘I don’t th ink so.’
Only if you’re sharp enough, and have the tine.
Buford T. Justice: The god damn Germans got nothin’ to do with it.