I found this lonely poster in the Constellations of Time. I wanted to give him a line so he didn't have to wander around the Edge of Time.
Posted on 2013-06-24 03:04 by AluisioASG.
Goodnight moon. Goodnight songs. Goodnight mountain. Goodnight ONGs. Goodnight molpies. Goodnight rope. Goodnight MobTeeseboose. Goodnight Pope. Goodnight wound on our heroine's joint. Goodnight posts containing no point. Goodnight constellation of our quotes. Goodnight load our protagonist totes. Goodnight; snooze good everyone. Tomorrow offers lots more fon. Fun. Oops.
Posted on 2013-06-26 06:01 by Rule110.
Pricklymolp and Molpypoke (perhaps quite porcupine-y) Perchanced upon a passing pair With plain pates, quite un-spiny. Molpypoke told Pricklymolp, "Pip, pip! I'm pulling out: These prancing people panic me As they parade about!" Pricklymolp told Molpypoke, "Please proceed precisely; I plan to peek at this odd pair, See if they're cruel or nicely." Molpypoke left Pricklymolp But on a perch unstable And presently the pig plunged down His perfect plot disabled Pricklymolp cried, "Molpypoke! Pray, report of me To all my pals and partners And prodigious progeny!" Molpypoke saw Pricklymolp Painstakingly picked up By the bald-pated person, Just like a puckish pup. Pricklymolp said, "Molpypoke, Perhaps he plans no pain Perhaps he'll pass me by If I a placid pose retain!" Molpypoke watched Pricklymolp Placed back upon the ground The pair proceeded pacing past The pet that they had found Pricklymolp and Molpypoke Perched patient on the hill. Perhaps long past this poor poem's end They shall be Waiting still.
Posted on 2013-06-14 01:23 by BlitzGirl.
Take a look, catch a glance of this needle-pulled thing Dive into the sea of pastposts and you'll see what I mean Time is over, said and done, but they don't seem to understand For the thread keeps on a-growing And the OTTers keep a-quoting Is it sad that they remain dangling on this old string? They still seem quite hopped up on mysterious caffeine You'd think since it all is done they'd find reason to disband But the OTTers keep a-noting Keep the conversation flowing I don't think this is something that could have been forseen They keep on swimming though there's scads of dry land New art they keep a-showing Still the OTTers keep a-doting Tell me now, would they respond if I threw a life-ring? No, they'd stay on the run and defy the Outside scene! As they spiral through Time's traces taking destiny in hand A future they themselves are sowing Hopes the OTTers keep a-floating With their quoting With their showing With their noting Take a look, catch a glance of this needle-pulled thing Dive into the sea of pastposts and you'll see what I mean
Posted on 2013-08-22 19:32 by BlitzGirl.
Once upon a morning cheery, while I pondered, slightly bleary Over many a new webcomic full of dreary trendy wit, Suddenly with brief foreboding I beheld an image loading - 'T'was a small JPEG decoding on my panel bit by bit. Just a monochrome depiction taking shape there bit by bit. I thought, 'What's the point of it?' For the frame projected merely two figures arranged austerely, Seated rather cavalierly on some lonesome barren spit. Eagerly I sought for meaning in their placid restful leaning, Yet that earnest mental gleaning explicated not a whit; - ''Tis a caption missing,' said I, comprehending not a whit, 'Should explain wherefore they sit.' Not inclined to whine or curse it, I intended to disperse it But my mouse chanced to traverse it and up popped a tiny chit: An alt-text, I saw, not fearing to expect the purpose clearing By the letters there appearing like a scroll of holy writ. Rapt I read the words inscribed there, terrible as holy writ. And they spelt out: 'Wait for it.' Wait for it? I sat and pondered while my morbid fancies wandered Into strange phantasmagoric places few ever admit. What grim portent was it sending; was 'it' coming soon, or ending? Some catastrophe impending, all our mortal lives forfeit? Was the Judgment Day upon us, holding every soul forfeit? Quoth the alt-text: 'Wait for it.' Anon my mania deflated and it seemed my fears abated. (None of us knows what is fated, and to fate we all submit.) Then my gaze suddenly lifted, for like desert sands that drifted, The comic page had shifted, though no refresh I'd transmit. Lo! The figures changed position, with no page refresh transmit. Quoth the alt-text: 'Wait for it.' Castles, rivers, swimming, scaffold, rising sea: all left me baffled, As pix flowed in slow succession like a garment being knit. Though my kenning should be gaining with each frame, 'twere no explaining Every question still remaining: 'What's it mean, how does it fit? Where's it going, what's the point, who are these folks, how's it all fit?' Quoth the alt-text: 'Wait for it.' No surcease from my reflecting stopped the questions interjecting: 'Is the artist now expecting? Or is it his family's split? Is it all 'bout global warming? Is it cancer lesions swarming? I pray you, be more informing! All these mysteries remit. For my peace of mind and sanity, the mysteries remit.' Quoth the alt-text: 'Wait for it.' 'Your coyness is most unpleasing. I won't wait,' I shouted, wheezing - 'All these pictures are just teasing, no intention to commit. Black stick figure and sand castle, images so trite and facile They're not worth near this much hassle. Leave my monitor unlit. Take thy comic off my browser; leave my monitor unlit!' Quoth the alt-text: 'Wait for it.' And the alt-text, ne'er updating, still is waiting, still is waiting As each new frame looms, relating tick by tick the drawn-out skit. I can but, through days ensuing, ponder on my soul's undoing, The one hope for my renewing being that I somehow quit Whilst the alt-text whispers softly that I'm doomed never to quit. I can only... wait for it.
Posted on 2013-05-16 15:51 by Rule110.
Once upon a morning cheery, while I pondered, slightly bleary Over many a new webcomic full of dreary trendy wit, Suddenly with brief foreboding I beheld an image loading - 'T'was a PNG decoding on my panel bit by bit. Just a simple shadow-picture taking shape there bit by bit. I thought, 'What's the point of it?' For the frame presented merely two stick-figures drawn austerely, Seated rather cavalierly on some lonesome barren spit. Eagerly I sought for meaning in their placid careless leaning, Yet that earnest mental gleaning explicated not a whit; - ''Tis a caption missing,' said I, comprehending not a whit, 'Should explain wherefore they sit.' Not inclined to whine or curse it, I intended to disperse it But my mouse chanced to traverse it and up popped a tiny chit: An alt-text, I saw, not fearing to expect the purpose clearing By the letters there appearing like a scroll of holy writ. Rapt I read the words inscribed there, terrible as holy writ – And they spelt out: 'Wait for it.' Wait for it? I sat and pondered while my morbid fancies wandered Into strange phantasmagoric places few ever admit. What grim portent was it sending; was 'it' coming soon, or ending? Some catastrophe impending, all our mortal lives forfeit? Was the Judgment Day upon us, holding every soul forfeit? Quoth the alt-text: 'Wait for it.' Anon my mania deflated and it seemed my fears abated. (For no soul knows what is fated, and to fate we all submit.) Then my gaze suddenly lifted, for like desert sands that drifted, The comic page had shifted, though no refresh I'd transmit. Lo! The figures changed position, with no page refresh transmit. Quoth the alt-text: 'Wait for it.' As time passed, I gained conviction this must be some sort of fiction. Twice an hour, a new depiction on my browser screen alit. Thus they seemed designed for spelling out some tale that needed telling But my mind was still rebelling, for I saw no benefit As the couple played in sand; whatever was the benefit? Quoth the alt-text: 'Wait for it.' Castles, rivers, swimming, scaffold, rising sea: all left me baffled, As frames flowed in slow succession like a garment being knit. Though my kenning should be gaining with each frame, 'twere no explaining Every question still remaining: 'What's it mean, how does it fit? Where's it going, what's the point, who are these folks, how's it all fit?' Quoth the alt-text: 'Wait for it.' No surcease from my reflecting stopped the questions interjecting: 'Is the artist now expecting? Or is it his family's split? Is it all 'bout global warming? Is it cancer lesions swarming? I pray you, be more informing! All these mysteries remit. For my peace of mind and sanity, the mysteries remit.' Quoth the alt-text: 'Wait for it.' 'Your coyness is most unpleasing. I won't wait,' I shouted, wheezing - 'All these pictures are just teasing, no intention to commit. Black stick figure and sand castle, images so trite and facile They're not worth near this much hassle. Leave my monitor unlit. Take thy comic off my browser; leave my monitor unlit!' Quoth the alt-text: 'Wait for it.' And the alt-text, ne'er updating, still is waiting, still is waiting As each new frame looms, relating tick by tick the drawn-out skit. I can but, through days ensuing, ponder on my soul's undoing, The one hope for my renewing being that I somehow quit Whilst the alt-text whispers softly that I'm doomed never to quit. I can only... wait for it.
Posted on 2013-07-04 20:10 by Rule110.
Now I stay me up to ONG Sit and smoke electric bONG Madly sing OTTific sONG How I hate the night
Posted on 2013-06-30 17:08 by mscha.
Left pic, left pic Right pic, right Pix in the mornip. Pix at night. Left pic, Left pic, Left pic, Right. Sea pic, sky pic Low pic, high pic Find pix, hack pix White pix, black pix Left pic, right pic Neat, neat, neat! Let's find some pix with LaPetite! Slow pix, quick pix Thwap pix, stick pix Up pix, down pix Unique noun pix. Small pix, big pix "Wild fig?" pix His pix, her pix "Why not xer?" pix In the thread and as we eat, Let's find some pix with LaPetite! "Smoke in the air?" pix "Raptorcat's lair?" pix "Time to explore?" pix Twenty-four pix!* Let's ONG more and more...and more pix! Left pic, right pic Neat, neat, neat! Let's find some pix with LaPetite!
Posted on 2013-06-26 22:32 by BlitzGirl.
Two Times diverged in a forum thread: The Now, and newpages long since made. But which to wander? In my head Current posting, the past unread, Meant I would not be long delayed. But lack context? I wouldn't dare - So back into the past I went. The One True Comic waited there With newpix left by users fair And discussions of religious bent. Both Times that day appeared as just. I chose the posts that had amassed. And in Time, I knew I surely must Re-glimpse the Now that was discussed, Although by then it would be Past. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere newpix and newpix hence: Two Times diverged in a thread and I — I chose the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
Posted on 2013-04-16 09:58 by BlitzGirl.
Join me up here Under vast dawn skies There is little that remains Kneel with me dear After the sunrise And help me gather up these grains Tell me what is left when you've moved on Tell me what to do with all our gains Tell me what is left when Time is gone Togetherhood, companions I have known Tell me what's left when they've all flown Pacing the line, back on the frontier Now it's Time to improvise Colors and songs help me to postpone The fears that this will disappear Lonely rafts - tossing in a sea of goodbyes Pleas to stay - tossed around on slender chains Anxious words - fading into soft resigned sighs Echo from the old castles on these plains (Not your fault if the thread you left behind dies) (Not your fault if the conversation wanes) Tell me what is left when you've moved on Tell me why I Wait back here alone Tell me what is left when Time is gone
Posted on 2013-08-14 06:47 by BlitzGirl.