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Ah yes, "Spot". That is a clever translation of a complicated word-phrase in archaic Altaic, which my esteemed colleague out of modesty is not sharing with you, gentle reader.

Dr. Buckethead is recalling Dr. Boyd's seminar- not Jack Boyd's, on Gobi trade influence on yurt construction- Garrison Boyd's, on Kogul-era grammars. That was the source of the original text, the clay tablets from the R-1 ruin at the fringe of the southern waste, where we first learned about "Spot".

In that time and place, the word was huggrtil khranuliminitilim, or something like, "the empty between the space that surrounds".

Now, I was pretty puzzled by that, and to his credit so was Garrison Boyd; never afraid to say he didn't have an answer, that one. We sort of looked, hummed and hawed, scratched our heads, and, maybe it was the baking sun or all the earthy scents, but I was getting pretty horny after awhile.

So right about then up walks Buckethead with a red delicious apple in one hand and a giant Ka-bar fighting knife in the other. He starts cutting slices off his apple with his oversized knife and eating them. Casually munching, he looks over my shoulder at the ancient clay tablets, reads through, gets to the phrase we'd been puzzling over for what seemed like hours, and said, "Spot. Huh."

It's that kind of nonchalant brilliance that has made Dr. Buckethead such a star in his field.

You see, GeekLethal, that's the kind of writing that makes me feel like a grasshopper learning at the feet of the master.

If by "master" you mean manufacturer of retarded babble, I'll buy that.

Shit, I'll OWN that.