Lonelygirl15

Milo.....are you trying to force a premature end to this forum?

gogo wrote:Or is this one of those unanswerable questions?

It is answerable. It's just not verifiable, and never can be. Which is why we must accept the gaylien theory--like all plot theories in the Breeniverse--on faith. But we must also keep searching and sleuthing as, like calvinists, it will that we are right.

Milo it is no secret that I often have to struggle to keep up with the class. I am afraid I do not understand your recent posts. Could you elaborate please? Perhaps then I could respond with some shred of reason and rationality - a long shot I know but I do like to try. Perhaps I might be able to decipher Gogo's response if I understood your posts. Thank you in advance for your time and attention in this matter.

I find myself in the unenviable position of relating some sad news. Some of you may have noticed that it has been some time since Taig has published anything to the thread. Some, no doubt note this with relief, others perhaps haven't noticed at all.

In any case it falls on me to report that Taig is now officially listed as missing. The authorities hold out little hope that we will hear from him again. The details surrounding his disappearance are sketchy at best Many of those who might have been in the position to provide clues to his whereabouts are themselves unavailable for questioning.

He had recently left for an extended sabbatical and planned to spend some time unwinding in Jamaica. The last time I, or anyone else for that matter, was in contact with him he seemed giddy about having moved into a large estate with a brash aging blonde actress (or some kind of entertainer) and her infant daughter in a house she had been given by a wealthy "fan".

I have not heard from him since that last report. Oddly I have been unable to locate any one on the Island matching the woman's description and living conditions.

I have moved to the Island in order to conduct my own incestigation.

My best lead so far came from an attorney with the bad luck to share a name with a popular US shock jock. Unfortunately, I was only able to extract information from him after he had consumed a surprisingly large amount of prescription medication. Even then I found it necessary to buy him a number cocktails and slip him one hundred dollar bills when his memory began to fail him (Which was quite often). I ran out of ready cash before I could get all of what I think he does know. will post a full account of matters on the GRC web site when I have had the chance to organize what little information I have.

Sorry for the bad news and for the length of this post. Suffice to say that I am now in control of the GRC. A secure "tunnel" to the db and web infrastructure enables me to run things from here as if I were in the building. (I am thinking of moving the entire Institute somewhere in the Caribbean since the vibe seems much more conducive to our work)

I am anxious to respond to your post if think you might be able to simplify it for my level of understanding.

(And NO! crayon drawings are not necessary!)

I almost forgot! I did find this. It was in the meager belongings the authorities found quite by accident in a locker he had rented at a small Scuba Diving club near the home of Mrs. E. Johnson*. Taig had been staying with Mrs. J prior to moving in with "the blonde".



She looks very familiar!


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An "insider's insider," Mrs. E. Johnson, or "Mrs J." to her freinds became a premature widow at nineteen upon the death of consummate Hong Kong Cavalier, Flyboy.

Mrs. Johnson parlayed the meager payout from Flyboy's insurance into a billion dollar enterprise through shrewd investment practices and an uncanny knack for Texas Hold 'Em. She now funds and runs the Banzai Institute for Biomedical Engineering and Strategic Information with an iron hand in a kid glove. The Institute as well as personal grants and loans from "Mrs. J" are a major source of funding for the GRC. She is Taigs closest and most trusted friend and confidant. She is NOT, repeat NOT pictured above

JohnBigbootie wrote:I am afraid I do not understand your recent posts. Could you elaborate please? Perhaps then I could respond with some shred of reason and rationality - a long shot I know but I do like to try. Perhaps I might be able to decipher Gogo's response if I understood your posts. Thank you in advance for your time and attention in this matter.

Well, I'm not sure you're ready yet for the secret of Xenu.

Mr. BigBootie- Who is that striking aquatic woman pictured in your post? I feel that her appearance is also familiar. However, could it be that her radiant beauty alone is so compelling that in our minds, as we are drawn to this marine-vision of feminine sensuality and perfection, that I/we/others simply allow her image to seem familiar in our captivated minds?

In reaching out to Mr.BigBootie, Milowent wrote:Well, I'm not sure you're ready yet for the secret of Xenu.

Milo's example of Xenu's story is such a good example of the connection between religion and aliens.
This 2003 article from UFO*BC, a nonprofit agency out of British Columbia, considers some other connections between religion and those who are out-of-this-world.

Considering the significant role that religion played in Bree's life, it only makes complete sense for this alien connection to have emerged.

Milo, Milo, Milo...while you did nothing to elaborate on the post I asked about, you apparently have no qualms about incurring the wrath of a rather influential and potentially dangerous group whose name - for now - will remain unsaid.

As it was with Fight Club, the first rule about Xenu is that there is no Xenu. I am afraid that your reckless "squirreling" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scientolog ... quirreling) may have caused unwanted attention and could indeed provoke the unpredictable wrath of a rather influential entity. I sense the presence of the R6 Implant. Perhaps it may be time for a meaningful "Audit".

As a favor to you I have alerted the right people. You will be grateful later. Let me know how it works out.

so...there is more but I am preoccupied at the moment. I will post again as soon as possible

Edited to address Gogo's question...Hint #1 her father co-starred with Burt Reynolds but that is water under the bridge

JohnBigbootie wrote:Milo, Milo, Milo...while you did nothing to elaborate on the post I asked about, you apparently have no qualms about incurring the wrath of a rather influential and potentially dangerous group whose name - for now - will remain unsaid.

maybe. but those pilgrims (ok, not calvinists, but still zealots) with their scarlet letters and burnings at the stake were no joke either.

and just re-read about taig. quite concerning. luckily all the news channels seem to be reporting on this story (though the taig angle is mysteriously absent, clearly due to gaylien influence).

I admit my negligence to this discussion is entirely inexcusable but I am pleased to rejoin the fray.

Firstly, I do have to admit that I find it a most pleasant development that that rascal Taig has apparently been rendered incommunicado. His virulent assertions, of which I will not speak, were a true virus on the validity of this most learned discussion. He is a scoundrel of the worst kind and his silence is a welcome respite. Hmmmppph.

Now to the issue at hand… The Epogen fueled Breester is currently en route to a remote mountain location in company of the bookends. While this Fortress of Solitude is not the least bit related to any Aquatic Alien activities ON THE SURFACE, it is indeed another path on the way to the Alien Origin theory. Without a long dissertation on the geologic origin of mountain chains, current Atlantis political thought, or the price of Stuffed Monkey food in Beijing I will elaborate my latest theory for my esteemed colleagues.

My latest research has revealed that the effectiveness of Epogen is greatly enhanced the more the subject increases their altitude. The decrease of oxygen at higher altitudes has a pronounced and marked effect in the patient’s physiology. As the subject increases altitude they begin to approximate the conditions evident of those associated with any regulation inter-planetary conveyance. (That means a flying saucer JBB.) These are also the conditions similar to a gill-equipped Atlantisite, when not swimming vigorously.

Sooooo, althought the Trio attempts to seek refuge at higher altitudes, they are playing directly into the Orderite’s tattooed hands. I would expect to see a future video where the non-hirsute Orderites seen recently will be lurking around the cabin. Possibly disguised as female Biathalon competitors or some other nefarious and equally absurd mountain sport. I am thoroughly convinced that the increased altitude will make Bree an even more attractive target for these characters. Note that Biathletes use skis and guns in their competitions… Yikes!

I will post this comment even though it looks as though I will be forced to do so within easy range of the monkeys droppings. However, since it is the young simians preference to throw his defecant at innocent bystanders I may be safe. Nertheless I will kep my large yellow Rain Hat and Coat nearby should there be an unfortunate event.

For heavens sake I am required to keep my dog on a leash (which he ahtes) and clean up after him(at least when I sense that someone saw him do it) lest I risk the running afoul of the law. The last thing I want to have to do is tell my cell mate that I am doing
1-5 on an aggravatd misdemeanor charge of reckless dog poo disposal. And this monkey runs free to befoul intelligent conversation with his nonsense.

Do not, sir, prematurely discount the possibility of Taigs return. He may indeed be in dire stragihts but I am not as quick to give up on his return as are the Jamaican authorities. It is o secret that the Island constables are often motivated by things other than their committment to serve and protect. When they learn of the reward being offered by Mrs." J" and the Institute, it is very possible they weill discover new leads.

You would do well also sir, not to presume that dispatches from my colleague may be forthcoming.

That being said, I'd like to express a heartfelt "Welcome Back" to one of the charter members of this scholarly group.

You have brought to the surface a the dangerous possibiity that the Creatures may be putting themselves at extreme risk as they climb to higher altitudes without proper preparations. I have never witnessed it, but I think it would be a very unpeasent sight (and sound) to witness an a Gayliens head explode.

But!!! Your post came only moments before a new and even more intigueing turn of events was to take place. It seems that Ms. Bree alien or not is indeed freling her teen-aged desires. Oddly it is again late at night when she talks Joan into tooring the perimeter. (That is a euphemism that is hard to misinterpret!!!).

You will remember that it was late in the evening or early in the morning hours that Bree engaged in a tryst with young Daniel (the apple of anotehrs eye). A tryst that Daniel in his naivety mistook for something much deeper.

We all knew that Brees attempt at seducing Joan had as much chance of success as the Cowboy had of seducing Daniel. and what the HELL was that all about anyway????? (My, there are some confusing dance steps being attempted here)

Bree however, must not have "gotten the memo" about Joans preference for the more exotic appearance of a lithe, middle-eastern teen. I'm thinking at this point that Joan would be better suited for a role in the remake of "Midnight Express" instead of this little love story.

Daniels tantrum at the breakfast table presents an extemely volitile ingredient to what is certain to become a raging case of "Cabin Fever" . I have only spent a "few minutes" along with the rest of you, in that luxury cabin in the woods. I am already feeling clausterphobic and awkward in the presence of the other members of this party.

Joans intentions could not have been made any clearer than when he offered to help Daniel relieve himself by generously suggesting he "hold it for" him.

Let's face it. The only way to get Joan to stop looking at Daniel who is pining for Bree who is sizing up Joan is a full contact game of "no penalties" Twister, followed by a giggly soak in the hot tub and a marathon session of hot monkey love on the King size bed in the loft.

After that, maybe the three mouseketeers can concentrte on getting there collective ass somewhere where than can be retrieved by a meber of the Sea Org and taken aboard the Freewinds for a long cleansing and an in-depth audit while sailing into the Caribbean "trades"

"Strange days..." Stranger still are the posts from Mr. Bigbootie. I'm afraid I don't understand a single thing he is saying. This is not to say the that the writings of other contributors are of any more value to me. I'll never understand the apparent delight some species find in endlessly barking and howling into the darkness.

One exception is she that is called Gogo. I may want to take her with us when we leave. She may be your only hope when I present my findings to the rest of the club. Her compassion and wit may make up for her low level of intelligence (even though that soars over the levels of anyone else here).

When I left home I felt sure I would return with hopeful news. I'm afraid the single quality of life I have found here is that you humans are so easily domesticated and can be simply adorable at times. Some breeds are loyal and friendly, easy going types and others are more aggressive but can be depended on when brute force and little intellect is needed. I will bring several back with me in the hope of augmenting my other trade in celestial oddities.

I had also made premature promises to my sponsors that we were sure to find new allies, comrades, trade partners or cultural exchange students It is clear now to everyone that I have knocked at the wrong cosmic doorway. This is going to come out of my fee I am afraid.

I don't think this has been a wasted trip though. At times it has been amusing, shocking, curious and often extremely beautiful. Your natural habitat has not yet begun to suffer from the abuse of its inhabitants. It is almost pristine, as though it were a Garden of Eden untouched by greed and a disregard for Mother Nature. I've always found these outer boundary frontiers filled with breathtaking beauty. It's usually worth tolerating the primitive living conditions.

I see now that you people don't really have the slightest notion of how to identify, communicate or ally with what you call Aliens- or worse -"Creatures" with all the demeaning connotations of the word. How would you deal with what we know as "The Berada" or the population called Essences of Space" ? What of any of the countless other forms of carbon or silicon based life forms. I don't care to speculate on what your reaction might be upon meeting liquid or gas based life forms. It truly boggles the mind.

I shouldn't be so judgmental I suppose. Considering the planets almost primordial stage of evolution. It isn't nearly as terrifying as some places I have visited.

Looking back on what I have written it may be that you think of me as being harsh and unfriendly. Of the many things I have come to appreciate in my travels is that our specie's skin isn't nearly as thin as yours seems to be. (I often wonder how you keep from spilling your bodily fluids.) Certainly , many, many of your generations will pass before your society is able to truly communicate with ours and even then a very, very long time will pass again before you can begin to understand our culture. I doubt if I will ever understand yours. We've just been a round a lot longer than you have and know stuff you don't.
I am leaving very soon. The virgin equinox is the zero point in our celestial coordinate system. As such it provides a much simpler basis for computation when choosing a pathway through the space/time continuum that is best suited to our itinerary. I will return someday but it is unlikely any of you will still be here. You seem so fragile expire SO quickly. It hurts the market. You should take better care of yourselves intellectually or physically or someone out there is simply going to take your rock for their own purposes and they wont be slow about "cleaning it out first" IT was nice visiting. Keep working on those cute little electrical tings you call call "ideas". That really "wows 'em" back home!
And as a little reward for your patience I will answer your question about Bree and her boy-beings...when I get back...it's a long story and they are already yelling at me . I'm kinda in a hurry...I'll try to let you know before I go......

Bye.

and if you don't know what that is, well you just aren't famous enough

Mr. BigBootie-
Well, being that I was chosen as Time Magazine's Person of the Year, I am quite knowledgable about Celebrity Day. I am celebrating myself as I type this response.

Mr. Klaatu, thank you for responding to my wit and sensitivity. Your comments are much appreciated. However, Time Magazine would never have chosen me as their Person of the Year if I had such a low level of intelligence. That would make no sense to me. (Perhaps my confusion could point to deficits in my intellegence, however. Hmmm...)

But moving forward to the topic at hand, since Nancy Drew has come up (again) in the Breeniverse, I will be perusing a curious selection found in my own children's bookcase:


Some basic information can be found here for Nancy Drew's Alien in the Classroom.

I will leave an update if there is indeed any interesting information from this reading.

It's alien-mania today in the breeniverse! "Men are from MARS"? Especially when these men are aliens? What a shoutout to us!

Good point Milovonavich. There are often little messages hidden in the messages we recive from those odd creatures. It riles me that they tease us so. I'm certain there is an answer to our queer-ies in those dialogues, if only we could bring them out. Men may certainly be from Mars and women from Venus but where exactly do these three hail from?

Gogo Klaatu is a fool. If it wasn't for that tin can thug of his Gort someon would have bitch-slapped him down a long time ago. I never trusted him. His "rugged good looks" and impeccable manners are sure signs of a creature who may be in need of a little outing itself. Talk about gas-based life forms! Sheesh, that thing is full of gas based soemthing and it aint too pleasent. It pporbably isn't an accident his only travel companion has no nose.

On another front...The thought of aliens in the classroom is a disturbing one to be sure. I'm glad to see there are manuals to provide the children with the tools to uncover these most insidious infiltrators.

Incidentally, there has been a lot going on at the GRC lately. Taigs dissapearence and an unexpected infusion of cash and other resources from a generous grant by a "science-based religious group" has done much to renergize the staff there.

The grant is intended to "improve and advance research in general accoding to the Institutes original Misson Statement". It also provides for the creation of a special task force to investigate and establish the influence of the Gaylien on church's basic tenets. We look forward to some very interesting developments in that research and will keep you posted on its evolution.