Ok, who the fuck is Histler?

You funnin' with me?

"Histler" is a name mentioned once or twice in Nostradamus', ahem, predictions, widely taken to be a mispelling of Hitler.

Though I'm informed it's just a river or something.

Not to sound like Odie at Garfield Ledge or whomever, but I really think this is old. Not old in the sense that it has been posted somewhere else, but old as in it actually already happened a couple of years ago.

I know there was an e-mail circulating about this a couple of months back and I'm pretty sure it was recycled.

At least that's what our local astronomer says.

Apparently the closest approach really was in 2003. There's an article explaining the confusion here.

But that article says October 28 2005.

I'm confused.

Confusion? Or conspiracy?!
http://www.hoax-slayer.com/mars-earth-close.html

I'm confused.

Situation normal, then?

Ace, your command of obscure literary references is a thing of wonder.

That, plus your rich frequency of boob-related posts.

okay, I re-read, he says "two years ago."

Still, it'll be close.

A little... too close.

"I got a good Nostradamus joke out of it. . . "

If you say so.

Dave,

I don't know if you're busting my balls in a humorous way or out of peevishness.

This reminds me of when my dad went on a Nostradamus kick for a few months.

I spent many an hour (could've been a few minutes, but it seemed like hours) listening to his stories of 'Histler', 'Rosh' (sp? - which was 'Russia', you know) and all the other 'amazingly accurate' visions ol' Nosty shared.

NOOOOOOO!

heh... I sorta kinda know the feeling. Not with Nostradamus, but with other bits of crankery.

What's peevishness mean again?

(If you have to ask, it obviously isn't funny, but yes, it's all out of humor, mon frere).

Cheers,
Dave at Garfield Ridge

Okay. It's just you seemed a little annoyed with the open-thread idea, too.

That idea wasn't to force "the peasants" to post links in a thread. It was just to have an open thread for argument and links without having to go through me as the mighty gatekeeper.

Nostradamus' Quatro XXXVII

My dad had an Audi too. It sucked.

Ace, I know it's challenging to properly communicate sarcasm and irony over text-- no non-verbal communication and all-- but I can assure you, everything I write here can be taken in a jocular tone unless I state it clearly otherwise.

For instance, "IN ALL SERIOUSNESS, Monty reeks of potato ham chowder."

I'm sorry if I've been coming off a little peevish lately, it was not my intent.

You've been doing a great job, you're doing a great job, and thanks for all the personal attention, and good nature in the face of my constant ribbing.

Now, if you'll excuse me, after saying all that I need to find a wet-nap and a spitcup.

Love and Kisses,
Dave at Garfield Ridge

Now, now, ace. Dave assured you he was just busting your hump in a guy kind of way. Now quit being such a pussy and go over there and kiss Dave on the lips. You'll both feel better, and I can sell the resulting polaroids to bbeck for big money. Everyone's a winner!

Hey, Mighty Gatekeeper:

The thread below which finally died after 217 comments went from the GWOT, to what to call the GWOT, to coffee, to screwing the anchorwomen at Fox (strong opinion from Megan, natch), to lobster, to Maine scenery and politics, to the heat wave, to speculation about what kind of store lauraw owns, and other topics too numerous to mention.

I'm with Dave, who need an official open thread when we've got the Mighty Gatekeeper in charge?

And for certain people who dislike the pleasant musk I'm proud to call my own...well, I needn't waste my time. Hmph!

You'll both feel better, and I can sell the resulting polaroids to bbeck for big money.

Only if there's tongue involved.

(And I'd like to point out that this is ANOTHER comment section in which my name is randomly dropped. 'Sup with that?)

Later,
bbeck

Dammit, didn't someone send bbeck the "let's all pick on bbeck today" notification?

Loose shit, people.

Uh. . . cause you're an effective punchline?

I'm just sayin'.

Face it, bbeck, you're the perma-life of the party, whether you like it or not.

The straw that stirs the drink. The whipped topping on the cheesecake. The shiny, spinning, chrome-plated, ridiculously expensive set of gangsta hubcaps on the $52,700 Escalade. (Less destination and dealer prep; additional charges, fees and taxes may apply, depending on your location.)

Dammit, didn't someone send bbeck the "let's all pick on bbeck today" notification?

Yeah, it's also known as "Thursday."

Uh. . . cause you're an effective punchline?

I sure would like to think it's because I've got one heckuva sense of humor. Yeah. Right.

Later,
bbeck

Loose shit- that shoulda been PLUS dealer prep, etc.

Damn, I wish we could edit our posts...

The shiny, spinning, chrome-plated, ridiculously expensive set of gangsta hubcaps on the $52,700 Escalade.

Oh man, don't put me on an SUV.

Later,
bbeck

Watch out or someday soon Sakhorov's little project will be the brightest object in the sky.

http://spacebombardment.blogspot.com/2005/08/lunar-landing-verison-of-project-orion.html

Yeah, bbeck, what Keanu Reeve's band said. Not to mention you have huge hooters and wear black thong undies. Least that's what I've heard. So guys want to cover you in whipped topping and stir your drink with their straws while you spin on a chrome thingy. Plus your just fun to pick on.

I sure would like to think it's because I've got one heckuva sense of humor.

Yeah, I'd like to think so too. But I think it's mostly because you're an easy target.

But hey: at least Dave doesn't accuse you of smelling like ham and potato chowder. ...mmm...chowder...

And chowder is a pretty funny sounding word when you say it a bunch of times. Chowder. Chowder. Chowder. See? And something with ham and potato would more properly be called a stew, I would think, and...

...what were we talking about again?

Geez, Dogstar, your ode to bbeck has choked me up. My eyes are getting misty. Who knew you were so romantic?

Except, it was Hister Nostradamus referenced, not Histler. 'Cause, ya know, he typed fast, occasionally transposing characters, and every once in a while twitched the wrong hand ('s' is the ring finger on the left, 'l' is the ring finger on the right).

Hey, it's better than any other excuses I've seen for the Hister/Hitler connection...

I'm with Dave, who need an official open thread when we've got the Mighty Gatekeeper in charge?

Because it announces it's an open thread?

I mean, if you see a bunch of comments on an article about ID, wouldn't you assume most if not all of them are about ID?

With an open thread, you know it's, well, open.

Yes, people can post whatever they want, wherever they want. But it seems to make sense that if there's a demand for just a forum-like thread for random conversation and argument, there should be a thread specifically devoted to that.

At least it seems that way to me.

I once stabbed a man with a trident. Discuss.

There. There's your open thread, bub.

I once stabbed a man with a trident
The displeasure he voiced was strident
Just before his death
He said with his last breath
"Who knew that Dave had this weird sexual sadistic thing with King Neptune?"

I once stabbed a man with a trident.

You LIAR!

Nobody can stab somebody with f'ing gum. Think we're a buncha born-yesterday dummies, or what?

"Oh yeah, and after that I busted a tic-tac in his punkass, just because I didn't like the way he was lookin' at me..."

Sure, ya did.

I once judged a chowder contest... and buddy, you're no chowder.

By the way, instead of Nostradumbass (hahahaha, I made a Fark-worthy joke), you should perhaps consult Snopes (although you think it has some sort of liberal bias) before posting emails your crazy old Aunt Irma forwards you.

What next, the AOL-Intel-Microsoft merger email that gives you 10 bucks (and AIDs) every time you forward it?

With an open thread, you know it's, well, open.

Well, Dave made this point earlier, but it's just more fun to hijack a thread that is dying, and turn it into a conversation among friends.

Most of us respect a serious post and respond with serious comments. At least until the thread starts to wilt, at which point the regulars feel free to turn it into a chat room. It's part of the unique appeal of this blog. I'll bet most of your regulars are like me -- I scroll up and down looking for comment volume and momentum just to see where the action is and have some fun.

I'll bet most of your regulars are like me -- I scroll up and down looking for comment volume and momentum just to see where the action is and have some fun.

Christ, nice to know I'm not the only loser doing it.

Ace of Spades HQ:

The foul-mouthed Cheers of the rightwing blogosphere.

Christ, nice to know I'm not the only loser doing it.

Nope, you're not. And we're not losers. Human beings are fundamentally pack animals, and we're just exploiting an electronic opportunity to pick lice out of each others' fur.

This is a good place to do that, because this blog is really targeted at a niche audience. The niche audience is "people who think Ace is funny, insightful, and affecting in an odd sort of way." The niche audience is fairly large, but does not threaten to become too big.

By "too big," I mean that I enjoy reading posts at LGF or Scrappleface, but I almost never comment there. Two hours after they post, there is a stampede of 200 commenters. They just don't offer the sense of family that you get here, where all the regulars can talk about bbeck's tits, or Cedarford's racism, or compos mentis' explosive shitting, and we all have a shared history that creates a sense of community.

Can I be the weird uncle that nobody wants to talk about?

I know it's hard to talk about, but what ARE we going to do about Uncle Dave?

Shhh, here he comes...

CHARGE, Rough Riders!

Everything's bully! Just bully!

Why did they clean my face up last on Mt. Rushmore?

Well, the lichens in your nose looked like boogers and were kind of disgusting, that's why.

Now, now, ace. Dave assured you he was just busting your hump in a guy kind of way. Now quit being such a pussy and go over there and kiss Dave on the lips. You'll both feel better, and I can sell the resulting polaroids to bbeck for big money. Everyone's a winner!

And kissing another guy on the lips isn't as terrible as you think it might be.

Don't ask.

Whoa, there's one for the next flame thread....

Well, the lichens in your nose looked like boogers and were kind of disgusting, that's why

that'd be Woolly Bully!

Oh, did I say "kissing" another guy?

Heh heh. Silly me

I meant punching the crap out of.

Sorry for the confusion.

Mea Culpa.
I finally get an Ace Link and I blow it.

Pretty good photo though.

"...this blog is really targeted at a niche audience. .....'people who think Ace is funny, insightful, and affecting in an odd sort of way.'"

Michael. You are such a poofter, that when people see you talking in public, they say 'God DAMN what a major f**king poofter!'

(shaking head in disbelief)
Wow. Just....wow.

Sorry, was that offensive?
Take some deep breaths, Mike.

That came out meaner than it was supposed to.
Deal.

lauraw:

I'm genuinely confused. It seems kinda obvious to me that this blog has a unique personality, Ace is not going to be everyone's cup of tea, but the fact that he appeals to us gives us something in common. AOSHQ is not a bland mass market site like Instapundit, for example. That's what I like about it, and I assume you do to.

Now, exactly what about that pisses you off?

Oh, I agree with what you said
But I just can't get enough of the gay-baiting with you.

OK . I don't mind being called a poofter, I just wasn't expecting a flame out of nowhere on this thread, so I was concerned.

Please, all out of the blue flaming should be directed at bbeck. She just loves the attention.