Hate just leads to hate

I thought hate led to anger, and anger led to suffering...or something.

I thought hate led to anger, and anger led to suffering...or something.

Only if you have too many midichlorians....

(Did I spell that wrong? If so, don't tell me.)

dies (much like the BBS, when Dru killed him off screen, during the episode Passion)

Aw, poor dead Xanderella. So WRONG. The BBS is ALIVE. 'Twas poor Jenny that got killed. *snap*

I thought hate led to anger, and anger led to suffering...or something.

Hate leads to anger, anger leads to lawsuits. It's all good.

Geo - First of all, don't call yourself a bezoar or anything worse, it's not good to say. Second, you are not worse than I was, because I came back constantly. Third, have a wonderful day!

Heh. Cashmere funny. Geo+Seppy=4eva theirloveissopure!!!!1

Sephiroth, I have been reading your posts today, and I hope you don't mind my stating this openly, but I am so proud of you!

Poor Seppy. The one Bronzer who believed in him didn't exist (no offense, Narrator).

tags tags are not my friend.

Oh, now I'm missing the tag drops, too. Allyson dropped a bold on one of the big Penlind reveal posts. I cringed for her, retroactively (and Narrator's eyes!).

Mostly, I'm glad we cherry-picked the cool Bronzers.

Yeah, but Julie and little bam bam don't come by nearly enough.

Very well-trained raiding parties.

I was thinking you might sent me a message via Allyson at the Bronze ita, but it must have been the Beta. You were probably staying with her then, and we were using the Contingency board at WXing. I said something about spikel oost. Allyson reminded me to be quiet, so we didn't attract attention.

That might have been when we were having one of the The Beta is the Bronze/No It's Not kerfluffles. The fight got so ridiculous we were reduced to filking. WXing got a shout-out in mine. I can't find it now, but it was to the tune of "America" from West Side Story, but it was "Albania" because someone was arguing with Julie, and somehow Julie managed to bring the Albanians in, to make a point that they were Albanian, no matter how much you called them German (or vice versa).

It made us very silly. So in the filk I had each participant sing a line, like:
I want to go back to the Bronze
Yeah it was cool, just like the Fonz

I'm pretty sure the one I wrote as if Allyson was singing it was: "I like the Island World Crossin'. Smoke on your pipe and put that in."

All I can find right now is my Narrator filk, to "She's a Rebel" --'cept it's "She's a lawyer".

Very well-trained raiding parties.

Aw, now I'm missing the Canadian Invasion. Where RTBS got us started and we went up there and "liberated" some H*tties.

Poor Seppy. The one Bronzer who believed in him didn't exist (no offense, Narrator).

Hee.

This is all so very interesting. It's like a really neat college class - "The Internet Messageboarder, 1997-2000, with a particular focus on Buffy the Vampire Slayer fandom"

I know! I'm very into these stories, even if I can't help but feel like one of those kids in Mad Max hearing the story about the pilot.

So, I know the Table Talk/Bronze origins of the board (after a bit of in-car mapping from DX, Nilly, and Matt), but what I'm not 100% clear on is why there was a split. I've poked over to the Beta Bronze, and yeah, it's not the place to be, but it must have been at one point in time, to have everyone miss it's golden age, right?

t /Too many questions.

Sit around the fire. Make some s'mores. I shall spin the tale.

Huzzah!

Changes into jammies and makes tea.

Back yonder in '97, a show named Buffy debutted on a tiny nothing-network called the dubya-bee.

The interbunny, she was a place reserved for the dorkiest of dorks, and white-collar workers stuffed into beige cubicles like so much veal. Socialization bad. Starved for communication, some sort of contact, in need of serious slack time, the veal-people fired up Netscape and surfed the web. And it was good.

Then, in a chocolate-meets-peanut butter stroke of genius, veal-people who watched and liked this dubya-bee show surfed over to the Bronze, the official site for Buffy the Vampire Slayer, designed by a boy named TV James for a company called UTV. Or something.

It was a guestbook, really. But people posted their thoughts there. Others replied to those thoughts. They had conversations. This was long ago, of course, There was Usenet, the Well, and AOL chat rooms, so this wasn't new ground, but it was still suckling at the teat.

A boy named Joss Whedon showed up one day and said hello, that his name rhymed with "hoss bleedin.'" And that was good.

Because Buffy was a pretty show, the dubya-bee grew and grew, and could afford a bigger webhost. So the board was taken over by a nice man named Justin, who owned a company called Apollo interactive.

The veal-people, who were calling themselves Bronzers, now, went postal. "Will there be changes? We like our board. We want it to stay the same."

And so they petitioned this Justin fellow, and since he was a kind man, he kept TVJames' guestbook format, and his VIP color codes that said to the world that he was an important fellow.

Fast forward to Buffy jumping off a scaffolding, a bidding war between the dubya-bee and a network called yoopeein. Dubya-bee lost. And the Bronzers received an eviction notice. "GET OFFA MY LAWN," bellowed the dubya-bee.

And the mighty Joss decreed that it would all be okay, that he would make sure that the yoo-pee-in folks did the right thing, and would open its doors to us.

And the Joss went away. And the Bronze went away. And we waited for our home to turn up, huddling closer to fires in various refugee camps set up by folks like THE Kristen, and Artie n' Phoenix, who opened the Bronze Beta, a place to rest until we got to the Promised Land.

Meanwhile, their were evil plots afoot! An Apollo Interactive employee (who was a locker person getting a hard-on off sycophantic devotees longing for home) STOLE THE BRONZE. 'Cept, we didn't know it was stolen. THE Kristen offered to host the Bronze, except it was coded in C++, and she did not speak that language.

"'Lo!" I exclaimed. "Polgara, the Code Queen has a Rosetta Stone for this puzzle!"

And so Polgara looked over the files and said, "This is the genuine article, I can see Joss' password. Cool."

We awaited word from Justin that it was okey to launch. None came. We called him. He went apeshit that the stole Bronze.

And that was that. All that was left was the Beta. Some folks were unhappy with the management. They left for higher ground.

Like the fucking Lost Tribe, except without matzo.

I am far too lazy to fix all those typos.