Forrest had recognised the paper quality instantly. He was looking at a recall notice.

Whilst being no flame-war-criminal, Forrest knew that once ever in the GELATO ( http://bit.ly/hLaUvl ), never out, was the unwritten code, the eternal 'flame' by which he had long ago elected to live. Not everyone liked the Gelati, as the Literary Style Police were colloquially known, but that simply went with the territory. One just had to accept that a recall notice could come at any time. Whilst it was undoubtedly true that some words would never pass away, others had to, and it was the job of the Gelati to help bring that final solution about, whenever such need arose.

Invariably the recall notices came by snail mail, with the real message being read from between the lines of otherwise banal manuscript longhand that prattled on and on about one aspect or other of the inconsequentia of daily life among the boondogs. Nothing was actually written between the lines. This method of communication completely defeated ECHELON, and the other more up-front world-wide intelligence gathering tools of Twitter, Facebook, and the ever-recorded results of personally optimised Google searches, upon which intelligence projections and assessments, not to mention mind-readings, in certain places were now increasingly being based.

'World-wide intelligence gathering'. There was an oxymoron if ever there was one, thought Forrest. More like a background noise level arising like static from the millions of minds untroubled by thought happily expressing themselves through the new media. There was no doubt about it: a GELATO Skriptsturmbannfuhrer with a preconceived idea as to what he was going to find was at an extreme advantage in relation to the crowd-sourcing 'intelligence' gatherers.

It had been many years since Forrest had worn the black jodpurs and tunic. All of the insignia had been removed when he had packed it away, and now he was having trouble re-inserting the silver doppelblitzen into their places.

A new challenge had emerged. The socque puppette Tezcatlipoca!

The Aztec god of smoke and mirrors!

Forrest, fuming, reflected upon this anthropological conundrum.

for-rest..[g]-rumph-[g]-elato..quote from link

<<A little icon..could henceforth..accompany the userID of such organisationally-classified OLO user..such that other mono-dimensional users..>>

isnt that supposed to read..mono-identical?
or non multi-persnal?

<<could know..*that they could effectively
not know..with whom they might be debating..should they decide to enter the lists:>>gelato..lisps?

<<..perhaps that icon could be a little yellow star,..or something.

A so-classified..'organisational'..user could,>>.ah here we have a different class>>..nyet?

like two party hack could have double star's
or two faced icons..?

<<for example,..be restricted to posting..only within the General Discussion area of the Forum,...>>or only within..the arty-cles?

<<and then only upon topics..submitted by themselves>>or their other personum?

<<subject to the normal OLO topic approval processes.>.
of those of the red star?
ooops cross..

<<By adopting such an approach,..OLO could go a long way toward..'icing'..thread-hijacking,

and..'creaming'..would-be ideologues attempting to pole upon the status of the Forum..in their quest for fame.>>huh?

<<Who knows,..the standard of discussion on OLO might improve dramatically,..the boredom index decline,..and a thousand electronic-paper flowers bloom!>>

so all we need is the SS and the stazie
and then everything..will be roses and kisses
then we shall be in the land..[hand]...of the milkfed and/or hungry

do we get a secret hand-shake..so we dont kill our own?
could we maybe get a hit-squad...and do a bit of looting plunder and plague-arism?

ie get credit..where creed is due
what happens when i wear my star on my sleeve
or under my hell-mitt...or across my eyes..as i have my last ciggie

dont do it forrest
resist the urge to purge
the last thing we need is another putche
[or indeed another geo-busche][or teeny..cheeney]

signed by the anti nastie natzie partly

I take that on board Lexi and you will not be troubled by me.
Maybe OUG you should have asked, some of us did, and received answers.
Even the fact TPP can come back if she wants to ,hope she does.
Not sure I could get in to those trousers FG bit pear shaped but well in to a diet.
What say I wear union shirt, have to wear 30 out, cost too much to waste.
And bottom half yellow rain pants ok.

Talk about Ignazio Gomez and the Temple of Gloom!

Events had taken a natsy turn up on the altiplano near the ancient ruins of Olobombastiplatlanatl, and fear and suspicion was everywhere. The locals considered the place ginxed and feared the very typography. This was, after all, where the dreaded hex had first been put on the Mex' and their predescessors, the Aztex. Something had to be done to lighten the mood. Whilst Forrest may have been 'sorry', perhaps even been prepared to give voice to that forbidden word, he had no real anthropology to offer. The haunting sound of a distant pan flute reminded him that near these forbidding and mysterious ruins was the last minstrel of the layman. He would just have to trust his instinx, and bring the hidden truth to light as best he could.

Topicatlipotzal, another Aztec deity, was on Forrest's mind as it wrestled with the challenge to OLO posed by the socque puppette Tezcatlipoca, one that had all the appearance of being an alter-ego of the Pied Piper of Hamlyn's Terrors. It was almost as if the Pied Piper hadn't believed in the Deletions' (a quite well known group) success, and needed to undergo a suspension herself to be convinced of the reality of that experience. She had but to invoke the name of Tezcatlipoca, and, bingo!, she got one: seven daze in the maze.

Topicatlipotzal had been the god of hedge-trimmers (who worked constantly to maintain the sustainable living mazes of the famed ancient Gardens of Olobombastiplatlanatl), but was also the Aztec patron deity of hunters and investigators, those who, spurning multi-tasking, knew they had to stay on a trail to have any hope of success in any of their endeavours.

Forrest knew that socque puppettes featured in the OLO rules: a user was not permitted to keep one! His post was right on topic! Topicatlipotzal had protected him!

"Took my Luger and my Ruger to the Temple of Gloom,
fired off all my bullets into the darkened ruin.
Singing 'this'll clear the room from outside, ..."

I fear we have an unreliable narrator here that appears to favour its protagonist: Forrest.
One wonders at such apparently disingenuous a device, ostensibly third person omniscient, yet no more nor less than the sock puppet of Forrest's subconscious! Forrest Gumpp, an obverted doppleganger!

Of course no one blamed her(?). Squeers was disposed to admire her devotion to form ("form", now there's a word! A transcendental signifier if ever there was one), her disregard of the ordinary verities Forrest was pledged to preserve. A world without form is chaos!
And yet Forrest was troubled in her heart. Though she new the Piper as her nemesis, he was also her mirror image. She only wanted form, and Forrest only wonted it.
Fortunately Forrest (and her sock-puppet-master) was above the follies of mortals, and so she cast down upon them a shiver of enigmatic words that might suitably confound them.
And yet she was uneasy in her complacent complaisance, and wondered at their garrulous daring..
But no! It cannot be tolerated, she affirmed, for no word is superfluous and silence is golden.
Meanwhile the the Piper is merely teased, heaven fortend; ever greater excesses shall she foster-forth..
Forrest pulled her robes tightly about herself and frowned..

for those who like to refer to themselves as a third person:

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080801230738AAuK5WD

http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/HowTo:Refer_to_Yourself_in_the_Third_Person

LOL

come one.. what are you going on about? stay on the topic for goodness sakes, you're not even respecting the rules :p

whatever fancies your smancies i suppose.

so all the rules can be found on this thread but we're(not all) still not doing that great a job following them :P