Aquarionics

A report, and diary entry, by Nicholas ‘Aquarion’ Avenell.
Moron, of the order of St. Astrid.

Well, That sucked.
Went to Bath.
This sums up, in three words, four hours of travel, decided completely
on a whim at 11 O’clock in the morning. I decided that since it wasn’t
every day that RR was in the country, I should be there.
Life began to suck as soon as I got to the station just in time to see
my train leave. Caught the next one – 15 minutes later – to London,
Charing Cross -> Waterloo -> Bath Spa.
Where I arrived exactly 15 minutes late.
So the people I was looking for had left. Yay. Rah. And other
expressions of sarcastic joy. Together with someone else in the same
situation, we wandered around Bath until, quite by accident, we ran
into someone who had just walked out of the pub where the Meet was
happening.
I should have known this wouldn’t last.
It was suggested that finding a cheap (

(AFP, 2001-09-27)

I’ve been wandering along the lines of “Who Is Aquarion” for a few
days, and this is how it works:

To AFP: My Name Is Aquarion.

This accounts for both “If You Meet Me In Real Life” as well as, and
especially “When I’m Online”. The only *ONLY* reason my real name is
on these posts at all is because in order to comply with the terms and
conditions of news.cis.dfn.de (My major news feed) I have to put my
real name on posts, at the very least in the sender field.

There is a reason for this, and it goes as follows:
When I joined the AFP for the most recent time, there was a
very specific reason why I wanted to be anonymous. It was a legacy
from a previous place, and meant that I never *ever* wanted anyone
online to know who I was ever again.
So I became Aquarion, which was the name of my website at the
time and was a name I quite liked the sound of. And I posted both here
and on other groups as Aquarion for a moderately long time.
Then I started doing meets, and my Real Name was announced.
This meant that people started calling me by my Real Name online,
which I was too shy and retiring to object to.
(Yes, Ha ha, Aquarion being retiring, I know. I’ve changed a
lot since then)
I respond to Aquarion, however, far easier than I do to my
real name. Mainly because there are very few Aquarions in the world,
and I’m unlikely to be mistaken when someone shouts it across the
room.

So, Personally, I prefer to be called Aquarion. Even if you know what
my real name is. Because it’s what I prefer to be known as.

There are other reasons. The main one being that, although they are
closer now than before, Aquarion is different to $REALME, and I’ve had
enough problems of the “Who Do I Want To Be Today…?” variety to keep
me going for a while.

To Summarize the above: I’m only not anonymous because I comply with
the T&C of my account[1], but really I prefer to be called after the
name I post under.

If anybody tries to restrict my rights to be known as whatever the
hell I like, I will continue to argue with you.

(Not that anybody here has, yet)

To Summarize the summery:
Aquarion is a fairly mucked up person,
light blue touch paper, and stand well back.

Yours in total sincerity,

Aquarion D’Blue

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[1] Yes, I *know* they have never been known to enforce this, but it
is still the rules.

AFP, 2002-03-15

The simple thing is that, light of my life, Marmite is ikky. Marmite is a blot on the spec of a culinary horizon of spreads that rises over the mountains of “It’s All Mine” Real Chocolate spread, though the wastelands of peanut butter, around the small puddles of sandwich spread[1] and flooding the valleys with a sheen of golden syrup glinting lightly in the sunset. Somewhere out in this metaphorical landscape is a pit of thick brown liquid that occasionally goes “gloop” horribly, it’s only claim to fame being a brief appearance in a movie staring David Bowie. Marmite is the anti-spread, a single gram of it dropped into half a kilo of butter will render the entire pat useless for consumption by all those with more than one single properly functioning taste bud. Marmite is the very definition of evil, it’s very colour a signal to nature to stay the hell away from it, nothing edible can be that colour. It’s smell can drive grown men out of a house, it’s taste causes ducks to swim *away* from bread. Even it’s makers admit that you can make circus-freaks of the people who eat the stuff. It is Wrong, purely and simply. And the fact that you, darling, eat the stuff just confirms how good your taste in things is.

Now, if you excuse me, I think I’d better start running.

Yours in total sincerity,

Aquarion

(Lonecat’s worst, or at least other, half)

[1] Sandwich spread was used in a great many TV dramas for when a character needed to throw something up. This is all you need to know about it.

A Chat Log. From #AFDA

(15th Dec 1999)
(about 10 to 9)
(PM)
[Non-relivant bits cut)

Matter

Aquarion: Hello
ZZ9: what’s up, Aquarion
Aquarion: Sky, Clouds
Aquarion: Does it matter? And even if it matters, does it matter if it
matters?
Aquarion: Does Matter matter? And even if Matter matters, does it
matter if Matter matters, or if Matter matters not?
Bbz: It doesn’t. That’s the easiest way of thinking about it. Or
rather of not thinking about it.
Aquarion: Everything matters
Aquarion: to someone
Bbz: Nothing Else Matters.
Aquarion: Apart From What?
Noser: Matter or matter not, matter is no matter. A matter a matter
keeps the matter away.
Noser: A matter in the matter is worth matter in the matter.
* Bbz is baffled.
* Noser likes this game.
Aquarion: And even if Matter matters, Who does Matter matter to? are
do the increase from the point where there was one item that mattered,
to two too many mattering items of Matter?
Noser: My matter’s breath smells like cat food.
Aquarion: Does matter Matter to Matter itself? Is there some kind of
Meta-Matter that matters to Matter?
Noser: Meta-matter is like a box of matter.
Noser: Matter doesn’t actually matt, does it though.
Aquarion: Does Matter care? Does Matter feel pain? Does it matter if
Meta-Matter matters only to matt?
Aquarion: And is Matt Matter? Does it matter if Matt is Matter? Is
Matt Meta-Matter?
Noser: Who’s Matt? No matter, it doesn’t matter.
Noser: Take it away Bbz!
Bbz: Come on! You know I can’t be this silly.
Noser: What matter?
Aquarion: Is matt mad? and is Matt madder than meta-Matter. Does it
matter if Matt is madder than Matter? Is Meta-Matter madness?
Bbz: It doesn’t matter anyway, I’m not going to try. Not that it
matters anyways.
Aquarion: But does it matter?
Marvin: Even if it does matter, does it matter that it matters?
Aquarion: blast. I was going to say that. But does it matter who said
it?
Bbz: What’s this Meta-Matter madness? Does it matter that it’s
madness? Or Meta-madness?
Noser: My aunt Matt collects anti-matter?
Aquarion: Is there a Meta-Madness that manafests itself in Matter?
Does it matter? Has Matt fallen prey to this Meta-Madness?
Bbz: But do you have an anti-aunt anti-Matt who collects matter?
Noser: No, she collects ants.
Aquarion: Or is it an Anti-aunt who collects Mad Meta-Matter?
Noser: It’s a matterhouse! A MATTERHOUSE!!!
Aquarion: But does it matter that this is a matterhouse?
Aquarion: and even if it matters, does it matter that it matters?
Bbz: Meta-aunt-Matt-Maddness-matter.
*** Joins: Rasher (jfh@t3o106p110.telia.com )
*** ChanServ sets mode: +o Rasher
Bbz: High!
Aquarion: Anti-aunt-Matt-Maddness-matter.
Noser: Hey Rasher, join in the matter-rich matter madness!
Rasher: Which is?
Noser: Doesn’t matter.

(I had a post which I tended to use to Delurk on big newsgroups. It gets noticed fairly quickly. This is the latest revision, done for RHOD, posted 2000/04/22)

The minds eye is an infinitely versatile object, capable of rendering objects that
the most dedicated artist would find impossible to make look real. In dreams we see
another reality, and it is in dreams where this post begins.

Imagine, if you will, the multiverse. A huge sphere of multicoloured points linked
in ways our minds, conceived in one of these points, cannot possibly see. And yet
there is something around it. A sprinkling of blue sparkles surrounds the entire
area, around every point they eddy and swirl, gradually focusing on one point,
pointing, leading, like iron fillings to a magnet, and onto one point they focus and
the mind shifts perspective.

We are inside one of the points of the multiverse, one of the nodes, one of the
universes. There are many more, governed by magic, words, or just the same
more-or-less logical rules that bind our own universe together, for that is where we
are. And the blue sparkles are here also, spinning and flowing towards another,
smaller point, a swirl in the galaxy, and we zoom in further.

And further, though the clouds of stars, focusing on a string that is orbiting the
galaxy in mindnumbing slowness, and yet travelling faster than many thought
possible.

Onto a single star, orbited by 9 rocks of varying size, and as we circle the sun -
as all the rocks do – we can see the sparkles head toward a single planet, a
blue-green planet.

We spin past the lands, though the daytime, the evening and into the night, and in
the darkness we focus on a small triangular country which for the sake of argument
we shall call “England” and from there into the south-eastern corner, midway between
the bright lights of the big city and the calmness of the sea to the south.

And closer do we zoom, to a single room, and a single computer, as the blue sparkles
collate and solidify into a young male, typing at his keyboard. The figure of
Aquarion, making his de-lurk post to RHOD.

Hi, I’m Aquarion, and I am to be your newest member for a while.

I love to say I have lurked lots, but in reality I followed people from AFDA a
couple of days ago.

Yours in total sincerity,
Aquarion

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E-Mail: Aquarion-At-Aquarionics-Dot-Com
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