Friday, November 1, 2024

Vague Recollections

One of the many downsides of our increasingly disembodied, virtual existence is the ease with which everything disappears into Orwell's memory hole. Anything produced online, especially on a platform you don't own – like this blog, for instance – could go away tomorrow if someone in an office somewhere decides it should be so. Those of us who can still recall the existence of Google Plus know all too well what I am talking about. Now, it's true that nothing lasts forever in the sublunary world, but I can't help but feel this is especially so when it comes to Internet scribblings.

I thought about this yesterday, as I tried to locate something I remember reading online back in (I think) the 1990s. Yes, I know: in Internet terms, the '90s might as well have been 300 years ago, not merely 30. Furthermore, the thing I want to find had been posted to one of the many Usenet newsgroups dedicated to roleplaying games, like rec.games.frp, so the odds of my finding it were never great to begin with. Still, I held out hope that, with enough perseverance, I might succeed. Since I was unsuccessful on my own, I thought I'd turn to my readers, many of whom possess far greater skills than I when it comes to locating obscure information.

I recall reading a narrative from the perspective of a Call of Cthulhu investigator. Unlike his colleagues, this investigator didn't go out into the field. Instead, he stayed safely at his home in Arkham or wherever and communicated with his comrades via telephone. In his phone conversations, he made certain that his interlocutor never told him too much about what he had seen or done, lest he have to make a SAN roll – "Don't tell me what you read in the book. Don't even tell me the title of the book," "No, I don't want to know what the creature looked like," etc. The whole thing was a meta-commentary on the way to "win" at Call of Cthulhu. I remember finding it quite amusing when I first read it.

Now, it's probably gone and I have only my increasingly hazy memories of it. Does this ring any bells with anyone else? Might anyone be able to suggest how I might find it again? I don't hold out much hope of ever reading it again, but I figured that, if anyone could aid me, it might be my readers.

Thanks!

7 comments:

  1. Sorry I’m commenting but not having the information you want. But I found this concept interesting because it reminded me of an old collection of Sherlock Holmes radio plays I have. Most of them feature Basil Rathbone in his portrayal of the consulting detective, but a few feature Sherlock’s brother Mycroft. Those episodes sound similar to what you describe, as Mycroft is possibly more intelligent and mentally capable than Sherlock, but he is extraordinarily sedentary and slothful, and refuses to leave the comforts of his gentlemen’s club. So others, including Sherlock, have to do all his legwork, while he critiques their findings and lazily insults them for not coming to the conclusions sooner.

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    1. It's also a premise very similar to the Nero Wolfe stories by Rex Stout, where Wolfe's associate does (almost) all the legwork, while Wolfe sits at home eating rich food and tending his orchids. It could be that the story James is remembering was some kind of homage or riff on Wolfe.

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  2. Not that this is likely to help you with this particular quest at all, but: https://archive.org/ , aka "The Internet Archive Wayback Machine" is a non-profit volunteer run organization which has the goal of archiving all of those internet resources - websites or otherwise - that otherwise may have been lost to time.

    And it seems like grognardia is included in the archive: https://web.archive.org/web/20241002184008/http://grognardia.blogspot.com/

    So if you (or your readers) like what they are doing, please consider making a donation.

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  3. Think I found a copy here https://www.facebook.com/legacy/notes/663213803691468/

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    1. I don't have a Facebook account, so I can't read it, unfortunately.

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    2. Copied to here:

      https://pastebin.com/WDEUPhi6

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