A chance for titled normalcy, perhaps

Hail, friends. Unlike my previous blog entries, the purpose of this one is certainly less noble than what has come to be considered the norm among my adherents. It is, in brevity (not one of my more notable characteristics, perhaps), an introduction.

I am, as my readership knows me as, Nova Invicta, author of the Horrible Gelatinous Blog. Only one part of the glorious quartet of minds that were chosen as Administrators for this browser-based insight into the minds of the disturbed. Inexplicably, last night as I lay outside contemplating the structure of a silver atom, a shining sword streaked downwards from the heavens, bound for my face. I rolled aside, but not before the white-hot blade had, from its tremendous radiating heat, seared the word MANTLE into my cheek. I thought this a logical occurance, given the aforementioned heat, but later I realised that instead of giving a mirror image, like the embossed letters should have, the brand was perfectly legible...

I took a closer look at the sword, and, sure enough, embossed on the blade was the legend "MANTLE ADMINISTRATOR". The mild surprise shocked me like a small electrical discharge. Here was another Sword of Moderating, to replace the one lost months ago, when the Snitz shed its skin and reincarnated so that a new generation of Moderaters could rise from the rich alluvial soil of INT.

But wait, this was no SpamSlayer! 'Twas a Dirk of Administration, with shorter blade and a more ornate, inlaid hilt. A ceremonial weapon for the most part, made for the combat of comments, not posts. With good reason, too, for who would wish to do battle against their fellow contributors and friends?

Its friction-fuelled fires now quenched by the chill night air, I reverently took the freshly-forged weapon. I was a Moderator no longer, and those days of Snitz are behind me now, but I am honoured to Administrate this Mantle.

Hmm. Despite this purporting to be a brief introduction, it seems that I could do little to check the tides of my own creativity. Perhaps I do have the power to forcibly delete sections of my posts, but somehow I cannot see that happening.

Until next time, I take my (mantle-related) leave.

I like Beck

There is a swear filter on this thing, and it's annoying. I can't say **** or **** or even ****. How can I write an entry without saying ****? That's ****ed up. Apparently I'm the only one that had a problem with it.

I'm writing this entry for one reason and one reason only: Gunther, Jamie's duplicate account. God, seriously, that's taking things too far. Let me explain. I have a knack of picking out the flaws in teachers and venting my frustrations. One teacher that is rumoured to be... not exactly friendly (although incredibly intelligent) is Mr. Uhllman. After having a chuckle at his odd name, I decided to google it up. I discovered a scientist whose name was indeed "Gunther Uhlmann." I attached another joke to that, resulting in "Zerginböch Gunther Uhlmann," the most brilliant name for a human being ever. This became a nice in-joke that would pop up every so often (okay, in every conversation). And Jamie, who had no involvement in the joke, has stolen it to make another account. Agh.

And that's not it, he's gone around spamming blogs and attempting to copy another brilliant joke, Newton's timeless conversation with himself (WHY DID I DELETE IT?). Jamie, please. You're a great guy and a good friend but this is not funny at all, just irritating.

KNIGHT OUT!