How stubborn IJBM was

Icalasari Warble from Alberta, Canada

Warble

Jan 8th 2011 at 12:06:34 AM

It was like seeing a house get napalmed to kill a bunch of bugs, only for a few roaches to go running out, screaming in pain while on fire but refusing to die

It was awesome :3

I wonder what a strip tease from a creature made of souls would be like?

INUH

Jan 8th 2011 at 12:12:19 AM

It was pretty cool. My last IJBM post was in a thread talking about how it was still there. The text of it was:

Shouldn't this be in IJAM?

Infinite Tree: an experimental story

INUH

Jan 8th 2011 at 12:13:58 AM

IT'S ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Infinite Tree: an experimental story

ariesku Get me the Brain Bleach! from ES

Get me the Brain Bleach!

Jan 8th 2011 at 12:14:37 AM

I hope somebody screencapped my last post in the goodbye thread.

Horseman of War: "War never changes? F*** you! You don't know me!"

INUH

Jan 8th 2011 at 12:16:01 AM

And now it's dead.

My new last post in the hidden thread was

What?! How?!

Infinite Tree: an experimental story

ItJustBugsMe

Jan 8th 2011 at 12:18:10 AM

Somehow I managed to sneak out of the chamber right before the execution...

please don't tell daddy, i'm scared of him now

Redhead

Jan 8th 2011 at 12:19:18 AM

There's a few threads still floating around.

The new It Just Bugs Me!

DYRE

Jan 8th 2011 at 12:42:50 AM

Indeed.

captaintheCaptaiN

Jan 8th 2011 at 12:43:50 AM

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Viewer Gender Confusion?

Jan 8th 2011 at 4:07:42 AM

I'm crossposting this to two different threads - one in Yack Fest, and one in IJAM. Partly, I am doing this so that IJBMers who've decided to avoid one of those fora but not the other can still see the fruits of my labor, and partly to make the last verse more accurate.

I was going to actually sing it and embed a YouTube video, but my roomie's asleep right now and I didn't get a chance to record the video before coming home from work.

I tried to avoid mentioning specific people, although there were a few mentions:

Couldn't talk about the deletion of IJBM without mentioning Fast Eddie's "Big News about IJBM" or the fact that he shut that shit down.
Madrugada and Bobby G got namedropped in a verse about mods. Ironeye didn't, even though he was the first mod to post in that thread, simply because I couldn't remember his name until I was on the next verse, and it was too late to rework the line.
I got desperate for a couplet at one point and remembered Myrmidon posting in my thread bitching about Towards Speculative Realism.
The poster who discovered the prior sockpuppet limit got a nameless mention, even though I think everyone knows who she was then and who she is now.
Another poster (who shall remain anonymous unless he or she pipes up) was posting while stoned, and I needed a rhyme for "crazy" so we got the first couplet of verse four that way. (I wanted to mention the loli-rape bunker, but what the fuck rhymes with bunker? "Funk her?")

Requiem for a Forum	American Pie
(To the tune of American Pie)	(For the benefit of those who only know about The Saga Begins)

A couple months ago	A long, long time ago
I came into the forum	I can still remember
A bit nervous	How that music
About how it would go.	Used to make me smile.
But once I gave it half a chance	And I knew if I had my chance
I fell into a posting trance	That I could make those people dance
And soon I	And maybe
Cursed it for updating slow.	They'd be happy for a while.
But then of course there were some problems	But Februrary made me shiver
And only one way left to solve 'em	With every paper I'd deliver
"Big News" said the sticky	Bad news on the doorstep
"You're damaging the wiki."	I couldn't take one more step.
And a cry went up from every coast	And I can't remember if I cried
When we read Fast Eddie's "Big News" post	When I read about his widowed bride.
Soon our forum would be toast.	Something touched me deep inside
Last night,	The day
A forum died.	The music died.
CHORUS	CHORUS
So bye-bye, IJBM, goodbye	So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Too much flaming	Drove my Chevy
Too much blaming	To the levy
Too much trolling for fights	But the levy was dry.
And soon the threads were piled up to the sky	And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Saying, "This'll be the day that it dies."	Singing, "This'll be the day that I die."
"This'll be the day that it dies."	"This'll be the day that I die."

[uptempo]

Did you post in "Fetishes"	Did you write the book of love
Or "Kagami Snuggling After Sex"	And do you have faith in God above
Or on that church in Westboro	If the Bible tells you so?
And it's just not funny anymore	And do you believe in Rock'n'Roll?
When your cat acts just like a whore	Can music save your mortal soul?
Or when the forum eats your posts.	And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
"Before I Clicked It" we will call	Well, I know that you're in love with him
When we're Totally Radical	'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym
What are we gonna do	You both kicked off your shoes
Now that Rudolph is a Mary Sue?	And I dig those Rhythm and Blues
The kitty virus, it did spread	I was a lonely, teenaged broncin' buck
While we avoided megathreads	With a pink carnation and a pick-up truck
No one can see the things we said	But I knew I was out of luck
Now that	The Day
The forum died.	The Music Died
So now we're singin'	I started singin'
CHORUS	CHORUS
Bye-bye, IJBM, goodbye	Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Too much flaming	Drove my Chevy
Too much blaming	To the levy
Too much trolling for fights	But the levy was dry.
And soon the threads were piled up to the sky	And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Saying, "This'll be the day that it dies."	Singing, "This'll be the day that I die."
"This'll be the day that it dies."	"This'll be the day that I die."

Now someone thought we were alone	Now for ten years we've been on our own
That the mods were leaving us alone	And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But that turned out to not be true	But that's not how it used to be
'Cause Madrugada and Bobby G	And while the Jester sang for the King and Queen
Were keeping an eye on everything	In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
In case something was said that wouldn't do	And a voice that came from you and me
Two mods deleted the same post	Oh, and while the King was looking down
The thread's brains got turned into toast	The Jester stole his thorny crown
It forgot how to count	The courtroom was adjourned
And started spitting pages out	No verdict was returned
And while I bitched about philosophy	And while Lenin read a book of Marx
Myrmidon corrected me	The quartet practiced in the park
The posters were filled with such glee	And we sang dirges in the dark
Until the forum died	The Day the Music Died
They were singin'	We started singin'
CHORUS	CHORUS
Bye-bye, IJBM, goodbye	Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Too much flaming	Drove my Chevy
Too much blaming	To the levy
Too much trolling for fights	But the levy was dry.
And soon the threads were piled up to the sky	And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Saying, "This'll be the day that it dies."	Singing, "This'll be the day that I die."
"This'll be the day that it dies."	"This'll be the day that I die."

Sock puppets were posting like crazy	Helter Skelter in the summer swelter
Others were just a bit hazy	The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter
Due to what they had just smoked	Eight miles high and falling fast
And Star Wars characters made threads	It landed foul on the grass
Joined by a dictator who's dead	While players tried for a forward pass
Lego Vader threatened to cut off some heads	With the Jester on the sidelines in a cast
The last day posts were just insane	The halftime air was sweet perfume
I wish I could go back again	As sergeants played a marching tune
To read those forum threads	We all got up to dance
But I had to work instead	But we never got the chance
But we knew it was Too Good to Last	'Cause players tried to take the field
And now that forum's in the past	But the marching band refused to yield
Does anyone know who posted last	Do you recall what was revealed
Before the forum died?	The day the music died?
And were they singin'	We started singing'
CHORUS	CHORUS
Bye-bye, IJBM, goodbye	Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Too much flaming	Drove my Chevy
Too much blaming	To the levy
Too much trolling for fights	But the levy was dry.
And soon the threads were piled up to the sky	And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Saying, "This'll be the day that it dies."	Singing, "This'll be the day that I die."
"This'll be the day that it dies."	"This'll be the day that I die."

"Man Up," "This Osaka-face"	And there we were all in one place
The forum turned into a race	A generation lost in space
And Made of Forum Wins accrued	With no time left to start again
And Sand Josieph's "Heroes" tale	So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
And "Shitty Trolls" that quickly fail	Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
Those monkeys with flamethrowers breaking loose	'Cause fire is the Devil's only friend
Oh, and as we watched the shitposts pile	Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
The forumers stood back and smiled	My hands were clenched in fisted rage
There was no other way	No angel born in Hell
To commemorate that day	Could break that Satan's spell
While wonderposters dicked around	And as planes climed high into the night
Fast Eddie just shut that shit down	To light the sacrificial rite
Did you think he was joking, now,	I saw Satan laughing with delight
Until the forum died?	The Day the Music Died
Or was he saying	He was singing
CHORUS	CHORUS
Bye-bye, IJBM, goodbye	Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Too much flaming	Drove my Chevy
Too much blaming	To the levy
Too much trolling for fights	But the levy was dry.
And soon the threads were piled up to the sky	And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Saying, "This'll be the day that it dies."	Singing, "This'll be the day that I die."
"This'll be the day that it dies."	"This'll be the day that I die."

[downtempo]

There was a girl with forty socks	I met a girl who sang the blues
Which automatically got locked	And I asked her for some happy news
But she came back, I'm glad to say	But she just smiled and turned away
And now the limit's down to ten	So I went back to that sacred store
Until we go too far again	Where I'd heard the music years before
But until then they can all come out to play	But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And all the threads that we remember	And in the streets the children screamed
Right up through that cold December	The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
When markup all got broken	Not a word was spoken
From servers that were chokin'	The church bells all were broken
And the fora where I fit in best	And the three men I admire most
(That's It Just Awes Me and Yack Fest)	The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Well, this song will keep them abreast	They caught the last train for the coast
Of how a forum died	The Day the Music Died
So	They were singing
CHORUS	CHORUS
Bye-bye, IJBM, goodbye	Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Too much flaming	Drove my Chevy
Too much blaming	To the levy
Too much trolling for fights	But the levy was dry.
And soon the threads were piled up to the sky	And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Saying, "This'll be the day that it dies."	Singing, "This'll be the day that I die."