Now may I share the second and I think last James S Harris post I turned into Mystery Science Theater 3000 fan fiction. It’s not that Harris stopped writing (at least back then), or even stopped being a wonder to behold. But a lot of his posts tried to argue for his astounding mathematical discoveries everyone else understood wrongly. But that can be hard reading, especially when his error is a big unproven assumption in the middle of a lot of dense reasoning. And just railing against the conspiracy to suppress him gets repetitious. (And, where it got personal, uncomfortable to root on.) So maybe this is as much as I needed to do.
The game-show-themed-diseases thing grew out of like one night where for like half an hour my friends and I were adding “… and a new car!” to the ends of references to things. I think it shows. The segue between “the 23rd of May” and Allan Sherman is the “Don’t Buy The Liverwurst” segment in his medley Shticks Of One And Half A Dozen Of The Other. Fun song. Crow’s line setting it up has the meter of Sherman’s tune. Other cryptic riffs: Hm. Something about the specificity of saying “G4.872” in a riff makes me think I was referencing something, but I don’t remember what. Maybe it was my Mac’s model number or something. Baudot Code was a telegraphic alphabet where each symbol had a five-bit code. It was invented by Émile Baudot, who’s the person referenced in the unit “baud”.
[ OPENING CREDITS. As per season ten. ]
[ 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… ]
[ SATELLITE OF LOVE. DESK. DAY. DENNIS. Behind the desk are a harried CROW and MIKE, accompanied by TOM, in a bathrobe, who’s in the middle of enunciating in his best overblown style. ]
TOM: … and you’ll love the view of the Satellite of Love you get from behind the wheel of … *your new car*!
[ CROW barely suppresses a frustrated cry. ]
MIKE: Hi, everyone. If Crow and I seem to be on the edge of losing all moral judgement it’s because our own Tom Servo here has contracted a nagging case of The Price Is Right Announcer Showcase Segue Syndrome, or Johnny Olson’s Disease …
TOM: … and you’ll recover from your bout with The Price Is Right Announcer Showcase Segue Syndrome by taking a ride to the hospital in … *your new car*!
CROW: [ Staring, jaw-dropped, at CAMBOT. ] He’s gone on just this way on almost everything we say ever since the 23rd of May.
TOM: … and you’ll love listening to your Allan Sherman CD collection on the deluxe collectible sound system in … *your new car*!
MIKE: Gypsy ejected herself into space on Memorial Day.
TOM: … when you can take the season’s first trip to the Shore in —
[ MIKE, screaming, grabs TOM’s dome and tosses it away. ]
TOM: Well, now, *that’s* just overreacting.
[ MADS sign flashes. ]
CROW: Hey, uh, Kitty Carlisle, Mark Goodson, and Bill Todman are calling.
[ MIKE taps the sign. ]
[ CASTLE FORRESTER. PROFESSOR BOBO is laying in bed, clutching a teddy bear and his sheets; OBSERVER is his nurse. PEARL is nibbling from a box of get-well chocolates. ]
BOBO: C … M …
OBSERVER: One more.
BOBO: K … and an I.
PEARL: Oh, stop whining. Bobo’s had Acute Wheel of Fortune Bonus Round Condition for a week and you don’t see Brain Guy about to smack him silly, do you?
BOBO: Licorice tabernacle?
OBSERVER: Actually, Pearl, if you’re asking —
[ PEARL turns around and glares at him. ]
OBSERVER: — Right, then. Three consonants and a vowel, Professor.
BOBO: V … F … H …
OBSERVER: And a vowel?
PEARL: Say, you know what’s good for your brain being fried by the incomprehensible ravings of others?
BOBO: Marzipan doorknob?
OBSERVER: You have R, S, T, L, N, E.
BOBO: G … P … W …
PEARL: Why don’t you scurry on into the theater and fry your brains on the incomprehensible ravings of James Harris?
PEARL: Scurry along, little ones. Servo. *Now*.
[ PEARL waits confidently while nothing happens. ]
BOBO: Ticonderoga gumdrop?
PEARL: [ Less confident ] Now?
OBSERVER: Giving you R, S, T, L, N, and for a change, E.
BOBO: J … D … R …
OBSERVER: Ooooh. You already had R, sorry.
[ PEARL swats OBSERVER with the candy box, sending some chocolates in the air, which BOBO scoops up eagerly. ]
BRAIN: Oh, yes, right, Mike, sorry. War of Attrition, you know?
[ He does the mind-sending thingy with the sound effect thing. ]
[ SATELLITE OF LOVE. As above; TOM hasn’t got his dome back yet. ]
TOM: Boy, glad I don’t have an annoying disease like that.
CROW: [ Restrained single-handed by MIKE. ] Lemme at him! Lemme at him! I’ll splat him!
[ MOVIE SIGN ]
MIKE: Save it —
ALL: WE GOT MOVIE SIGN!
[ 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… ]
[ THEATER. ALL enter, TOM still dome-less. ]
> Path: rpi!news.usc.edu!
TOM: Your USC news feeders coming to you by way of *your new car*!
CROW: Hit him!
[ MIKE puts a fresh dome on TOM. ]
TOM: I’ll be good.
CROW: I understand “Newsucla” is a dirty word in some places.
TOM: Not for chain mail.
> From: jst…@gmail.com
> Newsgroups: alt.math.undergrad,alt.math,alt.math.recreational,sci.math
CROW: And the sci.math all-number-theory cheerleaders!
> Subject: JSH: War of attrition
MIKE: Isn’t that a Gwar album?
> Date: Thu, 31 May 2007 22:>37:09 -0700
TOM: So it’s … negative 678:37:09?
> Organization: http://groups.google.com
> Lines: 104
CROW: Straight Lines: 75.
> Message-ID: <1180676229.3…@a26g2000pre.googlegroups.com>
MIKE: Remember to pre-Google. You don’t want to search for ‘lentil bathtub’ without warming up.
> NNTP-Posting-Host: 18.104.22.168
> Mime-Version: 1.0
CROW: Nine-Version: 0.1.
> Content-Type: text/plain;
MIKE: But you can decorate it with maybe a cheery scarf or a smiling button?
> X-Trace: posting.google.com 1180676229 31488 127.0.0.1
TOM: Aren’t those our orbital elements?
> (1 Jun 2007 05:37:09 GMT)
CROW: Grover Meridian Time — the time zone of Grover everywhere!
> X-Complaints-To: groups…@google.com
> NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2007 05:37:09 +0000 (UTC)
MIKE: The Universal Tickle Company has nothing to add to the time!
> User-Agent: G2/1.0
TOM: G2, G1.0, give or take.
CROW: It’s really G4.872.
> X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/5.0
MIKE: A fifth of Mozilla?
TOM: With a spot of gin.
> (Windows; U; Windows NT 5.1; en-US; rv:22.214.171.124)
CROW: It’s like when the thunderstorm messes up the closed captioning.
> Gecko/20070515 Firefox/126.96.36.199,gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe)
MIKE: [ As Tigger ] G-zip G-zoo, woo hoo hoo hoo!
> Complaints-To: groups…@google.com
> Injection-Info: a26g2000pre.googlegroups.com; posting-host=188.8.131.52;
TOM: But no carbohydrates, so it’s Atkins-friendly.
CROW: When computers curse in Baudot code!
> Xref: rpi sci.math:396490
MIKE: I was never good at these analogy questions.
> The Math Wars
[ TOM hums the opening to ‘Star Wars’, as in, dum-dum-dum-DAAAA-DUM! ]
> are to me all about how some people with position and
> power forget the power of the pen,
MIKE: To the brew that is true.
CROW: Don’t say a line like that when you’ve just had garlic.
> and sit letting the pot slowly come
> to a boil.
CROW: This week on baffling metaphor theater!
TOM: Then add three cups of sliced carrots and a dash of mustard.
[ To continue … ]