Everybody's Lurkin' for the Weekend (think of Loverboy)

Everyone's watchin' to see what you will do
Everyone's lookin' at you, Oh
Everyone's wonderin' will you come out tonight
Everyone's tryin' to get it right, get it right

Everybody's lurkin' for the weekend
Everybody wants a new frag-ment
Everybody's goin' off the deep end
Everybody needs another glyph, Oh

You want a piece of my post
you better show me the most
you wanna be in the game
c'mon baby let's flame (catseye)

Everyone's lookin' to see if it was you (Speaker)
Everyone wants you to come through
Everyone's hopin' it'll all work out
Nobody wants you to hold out

Everybody's lurkin' on the weekend
Everybody wants a new frag-ment, hey yeah
Everybody's goin' off the deep end
Everybody needs a-nother glyph, Oh

You want a piece of my post
you better show me the most
you wanna be in the game
c'mon baby let's flame (catseye)

Hey

You want a piece of my post
you better show me the most
you wanna be in the game
c'mon baby let's flame (catseye)

You want a piece of my post
you better show me the most
you wanna be in the game
c'mon baby let's flame (catseye)

The Charge of the Lost Brigade
By Here, Lord ColdUp
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1.
Half a vid, half a vid,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Glyphs
Rode the one hundred eight.
"Forward, the Lost Brigade!
"Charge for the frags!" he said:
Into the valley of Glyphs
Rode the one hundred eight.


2.
"Forward, the Lost Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the Speaker knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to blog and die:
Into the valley of Glyphs
Rode the one hundred eight.


3.
Trolls to right of them,
Trolls to left of them,
Trolls in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with hoax and fake,
Boldly they searched and well,
Into the jaws of Mittlewerk,
Into the mouth of the foundation.
Rode the one hundred eight.


4.
Flash'd all their websites bare,
Flash'd as they refresh'd in air,
Sabring the lukers there,
Charging an consipiracy, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the black-smoke
Right thro' the lines of code they broke;
Hanso and Dharma
Reel'd from the hacker's stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the one hundred eight.


5.
Trolls to right of them,
Trolls to left of them,
Trolls behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with hoax and fake,
While Speaker and Ninja fell,
They that had riddled so well
Came thro' the jaws of Mittlewerk
Back from the mouth of the foundation.
All that was left of them,
Left of one hundred eight.


6.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild web searches they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the blogs they made,
Honor the Lost Brigade,
Noble one hundred eight.

The Lost Experiencers Anonymous


1. I admit I am powerless over The Lost Eperience.
2. I have come to believe that a Power (Hanson Foundation?) greater than I could restore my sanity.
3. I have made a decision to turn my life over to Rachel Blake.
4. I have made a moral inventory of the use of office technology to follow TLE.
5. I have admitted to my wife that I am addicted.
6. I have admitted to my coworkers the exact nature of my wrongdoings (got caught f-5ing it)
7. I have humbly asked Speaker to reveal more clues daily.
8. I have made a list of all those on the TLEC blog, and am willing to make amends.
9. I apologize to all on the TLEC blog for lurking for so long.
10. I continue to take a personal inventory of and promptly admit when I cannot stop refreshing.
11. I have sought meditation to improve my conscious contact with Alvar Hanson.
12. Having had a spiritual awakening as a result of these steps, I have carried the message to other addicts.

TLEA's Prayer: (courtesy of noblelaywer)
'God, Grant me the serenity to accept that I will not receive a new clue everyday.Courage to comment my ideas and theoriesand the wisdom to know the difference between Ninja's Mom and Tom Selleck (the mustache makes it so difficult).'

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