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Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1993 00:12:33 GMT
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: Murali <majcher>
Organization: UB
Subject: Re: talking is useless
EJ Fnord <EJFORD> writes:
>Marc, I take back every nice thing I said to you in those personal
>posts this morning. Rob has once again demonstrated why all of you
>"neato intellectual types" are just a bunch of fucking squids.
Ow, ow, ow...I am fuckin' struck. Now shutcher festerin'
hole, ya twat. You don't know me from a dead street mime, okay? You
wouldn't know me if I was on the other side of that hole in the stall
wall (ya never know...watch yer...er...back...), so don't even _start_
to talk about "my type", hm? You, and the rest of you, only know a
slice of a very small part of my net.personality, acting in a certain
capacity. Don't even suggest that you know "me" from what y'all have
seen here. You don't know if I'm a "neato intellectual" or not (hint:
think wayne and garth), you don't know how many posts from here I've
thrown in my "good stuff" files, even (gasp of all gasps) from a lot
of you that I unsubbed.
I suppose, what I'm basically trying to say here is, "Bite me."
(Jeez, wasn't somebody around here just bitching about people
who judge people on appearances?)
>I NEVER objected to your right to censor anyone on this list. You
>are the list owner. I NEVER objected to anyone pranking in
>association with the list. But the responsibilities of listowner
>obligate you to play it a bit differently. Your cowardice in
>confronting people openly has cheapened the entire list, a fact which
>I will happily tell anyone who asks, or even seems interested.
Feel free. Before you do, though, take this little test:
1) compare and contrast the following words:
-cowardly
-apathetic
-futile
My "responsibilities" as a listowner include deleting faulty
accounts so that the bounces don't clutter the wires and munge the
list software with uneccesary traffic, helping newbies that can't take
their thumbs out of their asses long enough to RTFM join this hole,
and providing information to any unfortunate desperate enough to send
mail asking for such to fnord-l-owner. If I spend more than ten
minutes a day doing this, I feel like I've wasted valuable time I
could've been using to read alt.religion.kibology. Otherwise, I'm on
my own. As the more astute of you have pointed out, any bozo on the
net can jack in to port 25 on pretty much any machine around and do
exactly the same thing I done, and there's nothing that you or I can
do about it. You just don't get it, do you - it's not that I'm not
"tough" enough to confront each of you sons of prostitues personally
and individually, it's that I just don't fucking _care_ enough
to...and, as we've seen in the past, it really doesn't help, anyway,
so why bother? My world doesn't even come _close_ to revolving around
fnord-l, and if yours does, I suggest a home-brew vasectomy so's ya
don't go breedin' all over the place.
Marc
(maybe I should've just left it at "Bite me"...)
--
majcher
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Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1993 04:31:52 -0600
Reply-To: zeek
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: El Zeek <zeek>
Subject: THEY CALLED THEMSELVES HUMANS
It matters not WHO is performing the mastabatory act of subbing, unsubbing
lists, and individuals. I and others (read-> WE) ask that you put a quickend
to your boredom upon receipt of this note.
(WE) would liken this act to an offensive invasion of OUR privacy, personal
space, and ATTENTION.
I must restrain myself from producing insults. You do realize that even
happy people form sanctions sometimes don't you?
Never, ever, make "real-life-consequence" decisions for the lot withoutfirst
taking a vote.
gracias bendeho.
- -z
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Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1993 05:31:56 -0600
Reply-To: zeek
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: El Zeek <zeek>
Subject: WAS IT CECIL?
You decide:
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BINGO@CECILS.DEBTORS.PRISON 1
BINGO@CECILS.FOILED.EXPLOITS.LTD 1
BINGO@CECILS.GARDEN.OF.TERRORS 1
BINGO@CECILS.LATE.SHOW 1
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CECIL@CECILS.BALCONY.ORG 1
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CECIL@CECILS.BARBED.WIRE.ENCLOSURE 1
CECIL@CECILS.BIG.LABORATORY 1
CECIL@CECILS.BIRDCAGE.EMPORIUM 1
CECIL@CECILS.BIRTHDAY.PARTY 1
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CECIL@CECILS.DIVE-BOMBER 1
CECIL@CECILS.ESCRITOIRE 1
CECIL@CECILS.FISHING.HOLE 1
CECIL@CECILS.GAMBLING.HELL.AND.DEN.OF... 1
CECIL@CECILS.HIGHRISE.ORG 1
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CECIL@CECILS.IRON.PALINGS 1
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CECIL@THE.PETTY.CASH.AGAIN 1
CECIL@THE.RIGHT.HAND.OF.THE.LORD 1
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Cecil@CECIL'S.HOUSE.ORG 1
ESTB@CECILS.HOME.OFFICE 1
Ray@CECIL'S.IMAGINARY.FRIEND.ORG 1
ray@CECIL'S.SCREAMING.NIGHTMARE.ORG 1
It seems the only place I have now... the only good drug for this leader
is out here... where the freaks are not just freaks, but many freaks in
one.
The candle dims.
-z
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Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1993 00:20:37 GMT
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From: Murali <majcher>
Organization: UB
Subject: Re: talking is useless
<WHIPLASH> writes:
>golly, you're a real tough cookie huh? you and danny
>solomon, you gots alla answers. always gots a reply.
>why don't the two of you invent our new Intellectual
>Frontier for all of us? intelligentsia see it as a part
>of life huh? you stirrin' us all up, huh? you kind
>of a modern day philisophical philanthropist, eh? yeah,
>you're gonna plant that first flag on the antarctica of
>human reason for all us dumbass hourly wage earners, right?
Just a wild stab here, bob...let me know if I'm anywhere
close: the physics club ganged up on you in the little boys' room in
highschool and gave you a real nasty swirly, right?
>hey man. take this list and shove it up your ass.
Sorry, won't fit, what with that broomstick up there and all...
Marc
dumbass hourly wage earner
(hey, $6.15 ain't bad for sittin'
here playin' with you turds...)
--
majcher
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Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1993 00:23:54 GMT
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From: Murali <majcher>
Subject: Re: shame
DICKENS (Merciful Lee Dickens) writes:
>Well, folks, I say if the listowner doesn't want us here - fuck him.
>Let's take our party elsewhere.
I'm sure you musta heard it a thousand times before, most
likely in the wee hours of the morning, but, "don't let the door whack
you on the ass on your way out!"
> He doesn't have a sense of humor anyway.
Oh! Oh! Wait! Don't go...I could...I could sit around and
quote Monty Python for you! Wait, come back! I'll do it in my best
Ren Hoek voice! Really! It'll be a scream!
Marc
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majcher
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Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1993 01:01:18 GMT
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From: Murali <majcher>
Subject: Re: majcher speaks
Ig. Okay, last one, but then I'm gonna _have_ to take a shower...
AP <LIBALP> writes:
>In the past, I've wasted a lot of words trying, in good faith, to giveyou
>some clue about what we do here, and have been rewarded with responses
>that revealed a lack of attention and/or comprehension. It's fairly
>insulting when someone rewards honest efforts (really) with
>scant scrutiny and thought; hence the hostility.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've heard your schpiel before. Maybe
you're right - maybe I just didn't understand it. Go for it - explain
it one last time...maybe it'll click this time. Right now, all I see
is the usual babble and hostility, both notoriously Old Ways Of
Thinking - hostility's just about the oldest, and glossalia only works
when you can work it so that _everyone_ understands ya..
>>anyway, more fuckin' power to ya. Just be aware of what you'redoing,
>>and don't make excuses to me, the list, or yourself.
>Oh, thank you! So it's US who aren't aware of what we're doing! And we
>thought it was you. My apologies.
Accepted. Think nothing of it. How polite of you to point
that out, when I missed it completely.
>Foss, I hear, is popular among the Leri-L
>crowd. Now isn't *that* odd? Foss was The Enemy, wasn't he, the
>epitome of the rampling spewage that was Stony Brook; and Leri-L was
>supposed to be the refuge for all the Real Thinkers that objected
>to the Stony Brook crowd, wasn't it? And yet, there he is, imparting
>his brand of wisdom to a receptive audience. How do YOU feel aboutFoss,
>Marc?
You seem to have some _serious_ complex. If you continue to
think of myself and the SBRHYM-ish-ers as "Enemies", then there's no
point at all in trying to communicate here. Foss has been, and
continues to be, and excellent writer. I personally think that he
tends to ramble a bit, and can be a bit...er...academic (not the right
word I'm looking for, but y'all know that bullies like me have limited
vocabularies...) and dry for my taste at times, but it's always been
Good Stuff(tm). I have, on the other hand, kept my eye on some of the
other regular posters here, and while I can't vouch for their
personalities, I've seen some people improve, some people spin off
into idiocy, (all, of course, IMfuckingHO, AMEN) and just...well,
watched y'all. Just because I don't dump praise on your limping
little egos by the truckload doesn't mean that I think y'all suck.
Then again, it might. Point is, just because you don't see my hairy
ass around here for months at a time, doesn't mean that I'm one of
those cutout-prop listowner things like in that McCauly Kulkin (or
however you spell the little guy's name) pepsi commercial, but miracle
of miracles, my MIND does indeed CHANGE, on a regular basis, even.
So, while we're running with the theme of Shutting Your Fucking Mouth
About Things You Don't Understand, feel free to do so your-all-fuckin'-
-knowin'-self, hm? Seems to me that you all are the ones playing the
Tortured Misunderstood Art-Fag types with all your, "You Fascist! How
dare you interfere with our New Ways! You don't _understand_ us!
None of you _understand_ us! Now shut up over there while I roll
around naked in german shepherd entrails and spotted owl guano and
Prell on the stage here...I'm making a _statement_, you pig!"
All's I know is that this here list was originally started up
to throw ideas back and forth, and all I see nowadays are discordian/
SubGenius wannabees and pointless (but often creative) invective
hurled around like so much imitation lemon pudding in a high school
cafeteria food fight. If that's what you want, have fun. If not,
please enlighten this tired old brain as to just what the fuck you
think you're doing, Rik.
Whatever...enjoy it...
Marc
--
majcher
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Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1993 10:12:39 EDT
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: EJ Fnord <EJFORD>
Subject: Re: talking is useless
Yup, shoulda left it at bite me, because you have now left yourself
open for the obvious question:
"If you don't give a shit about the list, why did you unsubscribe a
bunch of people from it?"
I won't try to explain this to you. Clearly, you either don't need
to have it explained or you wouldn't understand even if I did.
Marc, you fucked up. I don't need an apology, I'd just like it if
you were human enough to admit it.
EJ Fnord
PS: If you are looking through that hole in the wall, you'll know
I've been fucking it since I was knee-high to Harry Reems. Hope you
like cum-stains.
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Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1993 11:36:08 EST
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: "." <jadycu01@ >
Subject: Re: talking is useless
In-Reply-To: from "Murali" at Nov 4, 93 12:12 (midnight)
listowner person writes:
>
> Ow, ow, ow...I am fuckin' struck. Now shutcher festerin'
flap flap flap flap flap flap flap flap flap flap flap flap flap flap flap
> --
> majcher@
do y'all get the feeling that our esteemed list owner is one of those typeof
people whose life is just so rich and full that we couldn't understand it if
we tried so they can't even attempt to explain any of it because we are just
such utter morons and we should feel lucky that they let us have theprivilege
of wallowing in their shit?
-j
ps and boy don't i feel lucky for that privilege. please don't take itaway,
i might cwy...booo hooo
pps fuck you and the privileges you bestow.
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Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1993 11:39:09 -0500
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From: 00bcpalmer
Subject: Re: majcher speaks
I think it is very very sad that majcher does not see everyexpression
on this list as a direct commentary vis-a-vis (sp?) the list definition he
felt necessary to post for our ... edification? To propose newness involves
changing the way in which one proposes it. It's called genius.Simultaneously,
respect for the fumbling dictators/serfs is an empowerment of them asspokes-
people for new thought, which many can just take for granted. Sorry,majcher,
for as much as you made a case for having "figured out what would happen"when
you made the choice you did, well, I'm afraid the boat has sailed and you're
still chatting with Isaac Newton on the dock of the bay. The bay is the
discourse. The discourse fits the definition. Call yourself a catalyst, buta
pseudo-dictator? Hardly.
Not even in jest.
Brent <Pollex>
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Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1993 16:03:11 GMT
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: Carsten Husek <2husek@>
Subject: Does this group make any sense? (honest question)
Hi,
I just dropped in first time in this group, read 3 postings and couldn'tmake
ANY sense of them. :-) What is this group all about? Please send me a clear
answer.
Thanx,
Carsten
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Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1993 11:56:52 -0500
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From: 00bcpalmer
Subject: Re: Feeb?
Why is it that excellent examples of the development of Americancolloquialisms
such as would make Mencken proud e.g. A Freeman's "feeb" are met with the
accusation that she is being "childish" <-- a highly feeb word. ???
Don't you realize Mr. You-are-all-childish that the tenure and tone of the
discussion depends less on your feeble grasp of the nuances in the useage
of language and furthermore syntax, and more on your ability to find the
philosopher's gold?
Having expressly said you find no gold, why would you stay? This is notmedi-
ocrity or childishness my friend, this is the new gospel, this ismetalanguage
this is the result of poststructuralist antitheoretical mode-o'-day. If you
don't get it, well, I often say that when one calls someone else a name,they
are often in some way looking in the mirror. If you don't try to see beyond
the facade of language, well, you are quite the feeb. You can find all the
answers in any one post here. Including your own if you look deep enough.
Anything anyone says is as important as everything everyone says.
Drawn into the foxhole, cloying (oy!) to get out!!
b <Pollux> "brent"
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Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1993 12:27:00 -0500
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: 00bcpalmer
Subject: Re: talking is useless
>You, and the rest of you, only know a
>slice of a very small part of my net.personality, acting in a certain
>capacity.
If you can understand this about yourself, not that I, or anyone hasexpressed
an interest in "knowing" you, what is so difficult about understanding how
a post such as this is merely an aspect of something more profound. It seems
you care more about you than understanding what has happened to "your"/your
list ... Dr. Frankenstein?
Nah ... you have written SimLife. The best Sim on the net. Now get one.
-- b. "hairy tryman" <pollux> hardly adolescent, though def. post to aneo.
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Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1993 12:37:38 -0500
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: 00bcpalmer
Subject: Re: shame
The equation of Merciful Lee to "monty python" humor and ren & stimpy,is,
well, a humorless gesture.
Merciful seemed to me to be one of the more mature thinkers on this list.
Mr./Ms. Listowner, you have an interesting way of insulting other people
while also being self-deprecatory. I hope you are learning something from
these rather intelligent, albeit visceral, responses to your action(s) and
words. It looks as though you are interested in things neural -- on the
surface at least.
B<p>
p.s. I would hardly put Bass-Rankin in the same league with other popular
cultural icons, the idea of claymation suggests the same frame by frame mvt.
which we see now. too many heat misers though. it will be interesting to see
what forms or doesn't. blah blah blah. please put quotation marks around
every word you see today.
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Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1993 12:43:49 -0500
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: 00bcpalmer
Subject: Re: majcher speaks
>Tortured Misunderstood Art-Fag types
well, this takes the cake.
first a diatribe *against
hostility, then a huge cake of it.
um, let me try this again:: hostility and juvenalia are aspects of a larger
reality/criticum, just the same as your or anyone's persona on this list is
a mere aspect of their whole personality. Both scenarios =insisht/enlightenment
er, insight rather.
holding a baby <-- timid a la majcher
Brent <pollux> -- away for too long
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Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1993 12:49:45 -0500
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: 00bcpalmer
Subject: Re: Does this group make any sense? (honest question)
There is no yes or no to your serious question.
You must be open to uncertainty to begin to understand.
If there
*are*
to be any games after the parade
creative fluff pollux
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Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1993 13:16:10 -0500
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From: <LIBWCA>
Subject: Re: Does this group make any sense? (honest question)
In-Reply-To: <9311041658.AA17149@ >
On Thu, 4 Nov 1993, Carsten Husek wrote:
> Hi,
> I just dropped in first time in this group, read 3 postings and couldn'tmake
> ANY sense of them. :-) What is this group all about? Please send me aclear
> answer.
> Thanx,
>
> Carsten
Sorry, dear; there is no clear answer. Even if there were, it would do
you no good to send it to you, as the nature of the list is entering
a period of radical flux. At the moment, most of us are of a mind to
exercise our prerogative as rattus rattus and scurry for the aft deck;
if you've the inclination, you might survey the scene for a bit with
an eye to founding a new dynasty. I can send you the signet ring and
hot wax, which I seem to be holding this week, for whatever reason;
I suggest you retain the services of Foss, Daniel A. as Court Magician
and Fool, but that's entirely up to you, of course. You'll have to
install all new furnishings, of course, but you'll probably be able
to convince a few of the peasants and varlets to show you where to
scrounge. Have fun, and remember to dress in brightly colored robes
if you go out after dark.
Cuthbert C. Cuthbert
Tired Old Warlord and Chancellor of the ex-Czecher
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Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1993 13:45:19 -0400
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: Scott Lesser <LESSER>
Subject: i promised myself i wouldn't do this
shouldn't be doing this, as in getting involved in thinking and writing and
expressing myself precisely enough to get pinned down into the judgementtrap.
there may still be time to avoid that... yes, perhaps... we'll begin with a
short clarification of ourselves, regarding the post responding to "thatjerky
fellar." i do get what you were getting at, pal. i got it and begat it,
thusly. what i shouldn't (!) have come out and said clearly, instead of
mumbling (as i did) to see how you'd respond, is the truth that was hidden
within the tangles. which is? well, look at those blank faces, ponytails,
single hoop earrings, frothy cappucinos, and surface conversations. tsk,
tsk... it's all just so empty, huh? yeah. well, why do you say that?what
is that higher thing that you aspire to, which they, the shallow andbeautiful,
are missing? an overall understanding of the patterns of chaos and sweeping
ideas that flow across humanity, and the meanings of it all? consider this
flower that i hold in my hand, and all that spiel... i'll tell you, maybei'm
fantasizing, but i identify with you, jerky. (i identify with a part ofeach
and every fucker, fuckee, and voyeur on this list, as a matter of fact.) andi
learned that the most serious thing you can do is to lighten up and live It,
pal. don't miss It, trying to find It. dig? those grand thingies andideas
you're pondering, the answers are within yourself. the enlightened won'thand
you the truth, so take this biscuit from another struggling fool. ingetting
hung up on judging what is outside of you, you miss seeing It for being whatis
inside you. there's no barrier between the two... bullshit? maybe. butwhat
more is there than laughing, fucking, talking all night, creating,destroying,
crying, grieving, hurting, sleeping, waking, trying, failing, workingharder,
slacking off, and being. isn't that what goes on amongst those "unwashed",
primping and caffeinating themselves? how can ANY individual escape falling
into the beauty of living? ONLY BY SEPARATING THEMSELVES FROM IT, FAILINGTO
TAKE IT AS THE BIG JOKE THAT IT IS. joke is not a bad word. joke is what
makes me laugh so hard that my paroxysm of laughter knock over buildings, or
spill coffee all over the report in front of me that needs to be finished by
3:00. but therein one finds joy... affirmation of feeling and being alive.
ah, joy! it's such a fucking chance to take, too. it involves riskingfailure,
feeling pain, and abandonning yourself to the realization that chaos rulesyour
life anyway, and jumping into it -- rather than hanging on the sides of the
pool, trying to order your life & future -- is a hell of a lot more fun.see
jerky? i'm a babbling idiot! you can laugh at me or piss on me, and i'lljust
luv it! come roll around on the floor here. lemme give you a noogie, yousilly
bastard... don't just stand there and tell me i'm not saying anything that
hasn't been said before. make a palm-sized piece of spaghetti-esquesculpture
or something! curl up on your mattress on the floor, under a pile ofclothes,
eat tv dinners, sleep twelve hours, and then get up and go out and live,boy!
grieve and bury your dead and find out that they never really leave you.
i can't help lecturing, it's just a bad habit i picked up in school, before
dropping out.
...and remember "grits is hominy" -- if anyone asks.
...and there's still time to scream, "fuck you, authoritarian bastard!" atmarc
,
though it's starting to sound a little hollow.
...and even if dana unsubbed (& his silence will be a huge loss to thislist),
whaddya wanna bet he's reading this in usenet?
...and marc, you think $6.something an hour is good for sitting around onthe
net? i'd love to figure out what the garbage i wrote above just cost my
employer! and i'll kiss them all firmly on the lips as i walk out thedoor
to probable poverty and happierness soon in that state that people were
ragging on earlier today.
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Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1993 14:40:35 -0500
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From: 00bcpalmer
Subject: Robert Anton Wilson
Here's a quote from ol' RAW that illustrates things:
[Yes, I am giving in to trying to meet Them on Their level]
>In short, the various levels of consciousness and circuits ... are allbio-
>chemical imprints in the evolution of the nervous system. Each imprintbrings
>a bigger tunnel-reality. In the Sufi metaphor, the donkey on which weride
>becomes a different donkey after each imprint.
E.G. The listowner looks at EJ's "ass" [donkey] and sees the opportunity to
mention what Webster's calls "glory holes". The listowner [apparently] sees
a literal asshole or bunghole. However, I do not see EJ's ass in this way[Are
you following this?]. I see EJ's asshole exactly as Robert Anton Wilsondoes:
As "a bigger tunnel-reality".
Same donkey. Different rider.
I hope the list can keep part of its previous tenor. What appears asjuvenalia
and hostility to one, may be another man or woman's glory.
One man's meat, as they say.
My last word on whether the purged were following the terms as cited byowner-l.
brent <pollux>
riding the same donkey as you
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Date: Fri, 5 Nov 1993 01:14:19 -0600
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From: zeek <zeek>
Subject: Let us evaluate Honesty (Reprise)
*> I just subscribed to this group too. After one day I'm just getting out.I
*> think they're all assholes.
Poo! You whimper so laud in this crowd it makes my unflowered ears
go kaploofity.
We suppose you were looking for the list IGNORD-L <MY WAYS OFTHINKING>...
you took a wrong turn sweetie and ended up in the dregs of downtown. No!
I won't lend you my mittens, it's fucking cold out here! Besides, they're
the only ones we've got...
and we like taking turns feeling the imprints of eachother's paws.
Now get the fuck outa here and back home to madre... I'm told she abandon
the bottle and in place uses chest.
-z
<who was never mentioned in the magic mirror of romper room>
--
ThesearelessonswhichIlearnedinpartwalikingwithmydogsandwonderinghowtheworld
lookswithoutafoveaandveryfewretinalcellsforcolourvisionbutwithahugeneural
processingandsensoryareaforsmellsTheeyesmadeavailableinmoderntechnological
sciencesshatteranyideaofpassivevision-donnaharraway.
--
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Date: Fri, 5 Nov 1993 08:02:00 -06
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: Merciful Lee Dickens <DICKENS>
Subject: Reply to Re: shame
>
>DICKENS writes:
>>Well, folks, I say if the listowner doesn't want us here - fuck him.
>>Let's take our party elsewhere.
>
> I'm sure you musta heard it a thousand times before, most
>likely in the wee hours of the morning, but, "don't let the door whack
>you on the ass on your way out!"
>
>> He doesn't have a sense of humor anyway.
>
> Oh! Oh! Wait! Don't go...I could...I could sit around and
>quote Monty Python for you! Wait, come back! I'll do it in my best
>Ren Hoek voice! Really! It'll be a scream!
>
>Marc
>
>--
> majcher
*** Comments from ABANDONING THIS SINKING SHIP; 11/05/93 08:01am:
I rest my case.
Ta ta.
It's been a slice of heaven.
Merciful
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Date: Fri, 5 Nov 1993 12:08:07 -0500
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From: 00bcpalmer
Subject: The Secret Life of Babies
Dear serious readers,
I was warned that my three-month-old daughter would make repeated
morphemes a way of life for me, and I was prepared for the minimalism.
What I have now is more of a primitivism however; my daughter re-
peatedly grunts [prolonged grunts] for an entertaining ;) few hours.
Robert Anton Wilson, when discussing karma, says that adults can
learn a whole heck of a lot from listening to their children.
I am listening, the same grunting over and over. It is gettinghollow,
boring, tiresome. Yet there must be something there. There must be something
there. Must be.
When I was a child I spake as a child. I was a child I spake.
Spake. Spake me harder.
brent <pollux> : someone tell me what she's saying?! !!! ???
and tell me how to cut my hair, again and again
forever
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
art fag ... with children
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Date: Fri, 5 Nov 1993 13:50:35 -0500
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From: <LIBWCA>
Subject: Re: Education and Politics: A Critical Essay
In-Reply-To: <9311051811.AA23259@ >
On Thu, 4 Nov 1993, I Am A Jerky wrote:
> 2. The strictness of delineation between public and private schoolscomes
> from my own experiences. I attended a private boarding school in NewEngland
> for three years and then proceeded to drop that and went to public schoolin
> texas for a year. Just in case you were interested.
Well, that's a stunning database you've gathered there, Iama. I really
have to congratulate you on your research technique, and have decided
to employ it forthwith, towit: the makers of swivel chairs in this
country are cursed with an inordinate fondness for chrome, while authors
of children's books are almost uniformly named "Grahame". It might
interest you to know, however, that a large percentage of the private
schools in this country were founded not in order to test innovative
pedigogical methods, but to provide religious instruction or to allow
the children of the wealthy to avoid contact with the serving classes.
It's true, of course, that an independent private school often has
more leeway to experiment than a node in the great public bureaucracy,
but the difference, really, between your average public school and
your average segregation academy is, y'know, not that great. This
judgement is based on the reading of books, admittedly an inferior
method of knowledge banking.
Excuse me, too, if I fail to find in your worker-bee idea any particularly
New Way of Thinking, as I believe a Mr. Plato laid that one out a few
years back, and it's been sorta what you might call fundamental to every
culture in recorded history. Usually, if you look at the credits at the
end of any particular cultural epoch, the good guys can be seen to have
spent a lot of time making little grunting noises in order to
indicate their disapproval of the idea; and while this should not be
taken as an endorsement of good-guy-ism since they almost always get
expunged, they sometimes die in interesting and original fashion, and
quite frequently they leave a great deal of stirring verbiage in theirwakes,
although mordant and sardonic commentary may be substituted as necessary.
This is the era of toleration, though; and if you want to come down on
the side of the Solemn Evil Dickweeds and the Sullen Resigned Beancounters,
you are of course perfectly free to do so, although tenure may not be
granted in extreme cases and Gregory Peck will not play you in "Fnord-L:
The Motion Picture Experience." Please to refrain from insulting our
collective intelligence, however, by claiming to have invented the
concept of oligarchy. Thank you, and goodnight.
Bosco the Malignant
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Date: Fri, 5 Nov 1993 15:47:41 EST
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From: eumaeus@AOL.COM
Subject: pardon me, but ...
To Whom It May Concern,
I recently began reading this list and I am at a total loss. I don't
understand what you are all about.
I am a homosexual who is interested in various creative representations of
reality. I had heard that my interests would be reflected here.
Sincerely,
Arthur Fag
Artfags On Line
Eumaeus@aol.com (pronounced: You May, Us!)
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Date: Fri, 5 Nov 1993 15:57:03 -0500
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From: moores7518
Subject: Fighting the War on Drugs
I was already hallucinating wildly when my friend Crank Boy came to visit.
Most of the time he looks a little funny anyway, but today he had threeheads
and little chirping mouths all over his chest. Yes indeed, friends, I was
having an interesting evening.
"How you feeling, Scotto?" Crank Boy's middle head, the one that looked like
Cheryl Tiegs, asked.
"Well," I replied slowly, so as not to bite my own tongue off inadvertently,
"you know how sometimes you *really* have to throw up, only you can't, andyou
just sit there and heave and heave and heave..."
Crank Boy's heads nodded.
"Well," I continued, "imagine that you're heaving like that and thensomebody
comes up, doesn't matter who, could be anyone, let's just say it's FredGrandy,
Fred Grandy comes up and starts shoveling spoonful after spoonful ofHellman's
mayonnaise into your mouth, jar after jar, and then he scrapes sandpaperacross
your eyeballs and starts singing 'Ave Maria'..." I paused for a moment.
"Umm...did I have a point with all of this?"
Crank Boy's three heads looked disdainfully at the pile of garbage that
surrounded me. I was literally bathed in empty Mad Dog bottles, usedsyringes,
empty Robitussin bottles, three or four mounds of macaroni and ketchup, and
bottle after bottle of pills that I filched from my shrink.
Crank Boy's first head, the one that looked like Phyllis Diller, asked,
"Scotto...are you a substance abuser?"
"Of course not," I replied in a huff. "I treat my substances very well,thank
you."
Little green faeries were climbing out of the walls and going through myCDs,
looking for old Donna Summer albums. For some reason, Crank Boy didn't seemto
notice.
"Scotto," said Crank Boy's third head, Karl Malden, "haven't you heard about
the War on Drugs?"
"I'm *fighting* the War on Drugs, can't you see?" I replied.
"How?"
"BY TAKING ALL OF THEM!"
"Come on," Crank Boy said, lifting me to my feet. He dragged me outside toa
waiting car. My friend Laurel, Crank Boy's second cousin, was in thedriver's
seat. Crank Boy tossed me into the back seat, climbed into the front, andwe
took off.
"Where are we headed?" I asked, casually munching on a sheet of LSD I'dhidden
in my pocket. It was especially tasty, being Barney blotter and all.
"We're taking you to detox," Laurel replied. "At the rate you're going,this
city will run out of Mad Dog in 23 hours and 17 minutes." She spun around,
fixed me an evil glare, and said, "And I can't have that."
What a lush, I thought to myself.
**
I awoke to find myself strapped to a hospital bed in a room with rubberwalls.
Luckily, the bed was a Craftmatic adjustable bed, and by the time the doctor
arrived, I had folded myself into a neat little parallelogram.
"Hello, Scotto," the man said. "My name's Dr. Schlitz. I'm here to talk to
you about your problem."
"What problem?" I replied. "I got over that bed-wetting stuff *years* ago."I
paused. "Well, *almost* a year ago."
"Not that problem," Dr. Schlitz replied. "Your *drug* problem."
"Which particular drug problem?" I replied. "The one where I run out, orthe
one where wild goats continue to break in and graze on my magic mushroomsand
then wreak terrible goat-like havoc on the neighborhood?"
"Why do you take drugs, Scotto? Why do you need such an escape?"
Ah ha, I realized. *This* was the trick question of all time. He wanted meto
tell him that I'd had such a horrible childhood that I needed drugs to deal
with the pain. He wanted me to say that this reality was too much to bear,and
drugs were the only alternative. Never mind that this particular reality is
not so hot to begin with, never mind that two-thirds of the world'spopulation
is *starving* to death, growing up brain damaged because of lack of foodwhile
over at the local McDonald's they waste enough pseudo-beef in a day to buildan
overpass. And never mind that somewhere right now children are shooting
high-powered assault rifles at their relatives and playing "war" games inreal
war zones. And oh yeah, never mind that the main privlege of living in the
wealthiest nation in the world is the joy of getting 72 channels andlearning
how to think and feel from mindless societal automata who wouldn't recognizea
paradigm shift if it crawled down their throats and carved "Hi there" ontheir
stomach walls -- NEVER MIND ALL THAT, DOC, I JUST WANTED A VACATION!
"Well, Doc," I say softly, "I had a horrible childhood, you see..."Subtlety
was never my strong point, after all.
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Date: Fri, 5 Nov 1993 22:11:31 -0600
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: zeek <zeek>
Subject: Did I remind you all today...
Did I remind you all today how much I love you?
I love you all!
Let us make the orgy!
-z
<flower boy in black leather>
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Date: Fri, 5 Nov 1993 22:17:11 -0500
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From: <LIBWCA>
Subject: Bravo!
Did I neglect to mention how much I enjoyed the interpretive reading
Thursday morning? I fine performance, really; a treat. I couldn't
help but feel that a bit of the substance was lost in the process of
excerption, but the brutal honesty, the depth of character, the
receding hairline - I felt as if I were in the same room with myself.
An astonishing rendition, truly.
Here, have a cigar.
They're Cuban.
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Date: Sat, 6 Nov 1993 03:47:32 -0600
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From: zeek <zeek>
Subject: Re: Fighting the War on Drugs
In-Reply-To: <9311060513.AA25751@ > from "moores7518" at Nov 5, 9303:57:03 pm
Scotto,
and others:
drugs es droga en espanol. Cuando los chicos blancos vienen al Mexico, no
gustamos la pregunta "Where do I find drugggs man?" Por Favor, nos sabemos
tu tienes el fucking courtesy to ask the right way no?
-z
<Grew up in Barrio Logan Heights cross cut by El Norte Estses... don't
know how the fuck they let a brown boy into a big school>
<And now he's a fuckin Marxist>
<I'm peace like that>
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Date: Tue, 9 Nov 1993 16:43:31 -0500
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: <LIBWCA>
Subject: Bang bang kiss kiss
As the Oldest Living Member of My Tribe, and the only authentic
ex-Sky God in captivity, it is my distinct privilege to yield
the Withered Head of Dan Boyd, symbol of my Absolute Authority
over Everything You Think, to the lovely and engaging Carsten
Husek. Obey her as you would me.
Carsten, I suggest that as your First Official Act, you vigorously
purge the remaining Thanes and Housecarls. While decapitation is
the traditional method, I leave it to you to make your own decision
in this matter; be sure you get them all, though. They breed like
rodents. Heed the advice of Daniel Foss; it's entirely possible
that he knows what he's talking about, although it would be very
difficult to devise an objective test for this. Keep sacred the
memory of M. Cheating, whose Horrible Progeny this is, and defame it
often, as he would have it. Administer Frequent and Energetic Beatings,
but not until you've calmed down and can fully enjoy yourself. Do
not feed the wolverines, and stay out of the room with the Necklace of
Human Fingers on the latch. Ablute Daily, Expunge Weekly. Remember:
if you disappoint them, they'll turn on you like a pack of jackals.
Otherwise, they'll turn on you like a pack of Belgians. Decide
which you prefer, and stick to it. Every morning, before breakfast,
pretend to be me and mutilate yourself in some grotesque way.
You've learned all I can teach you, dear Carsten. Do the best you
can, and know the pride I would feel in this moment, if I had any
interest in the matter at all.
The rest of you, go on about your business. Nothing to see here.
Cuthbert C. Cuthbert
Gone Fishin' Since That's The Sort Of Thing That Happens
P.S.- Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain, for he spelleth
not, and neither doth he parse.
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Date: Tue, 9 Nov 1993 17:03:27 -0500
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: moores7518
Subject: Trivial Pursuit
I was playing Trivial Pursuit with friend, Laurel, and her second
cousin, Crank Boy. I had just answered a question about the mating habitsof
ptarmigan in the Yukon when the doorbell rang. I got up to answer it.
To my surprise, in walked none other than Satan himself, Lord of the
Flies and ruler of the nether regions.
"Hello, all," he said with a charming grin. "Sorry I'm late."
Crank Boy stood up and said, "Oh, sorry, guys. I guess I forgot to
mention that I invited Mephistopheles over to play."
"You invited Mephistopheles?" Laurel asked incredulously. "What are
you, some kind of nutball?" Laurel, it seems, still hadn't gotten over that
time that Satan sent those poisonous frogs for her birthday.
"What's wrong with having Satan over?" Crank Boy asked. "I mean,
besides the fact that we know he's going to cheat."
"Well," I said, "he's probably going to make a pretty big mess, too.
It's hard to get brimstone out of the carpets."
"Come on, Scotto," Satan said. "I promise to keep it clean."
"You're lying," Laurel said.
"Of course I'm lying," Satan replied. "I'm the devil."
We started the game over. Turns out Satan's pretty good at Trivial
Pursuit, although he usually missed the sports question. Toward the end ofthe
game, however, Laurel made a quick phone call, and within minutes thedoorbell
rang again.
I opened the door, and to my surprise, in walked none other than the
Archangel Gabriel himself, with a lily in one hand and a bag of chips in the
other.
"Hi, guys," Gabriel said. "Laurel said you were having a party."
Satan fixed a vicious glare at Laurel and said, "I don't find thisvery
funny."
"Deal with the pain," Laurel replied.
We started the game over once more. This time, Crank Boy broke outthe
Mad Dog 20/20 and we finally started to loosen up -- all of us, that is,except
Gabriel, who said, "I don't need drugs to have a good time." ("Pansy,"Satan
muttered.)
Gabriel turned out to be an exceptional Trivial Pursuit player, much
better than Lucifer, and soon he had very nearly won the game. Finally, avery
drunk Satan started pulling out all the stops.
"All right, sissy," he said, "answer this: what was River Phoenix's
*real* cause of death?"
Gabriel grimaced and said, "That's absolutely tasteless."
"Of *course* it's tasteless!" Satan replied. "I'm the devil! Now
answer the question."
"He died of a massive cardiac arrest," Gabriel said.
"Wrong!" Satan shouted, leaping to his feet. "He sold his eternalsoul
to ME, for the chance to play Indiana Jones! I'M the cause of death, do you
hear? He tried to tell his friends, 'Oh, no, of COURSE I don't worship the
devil, of COURSE I haven't accepted the Lord Satan into my life,' but it was
TOO LATE! Too late, do you hear..."
Satan staggered out into the street, sloshed. Crank Boy ran afterhim
and tried to calm him down. Meanwhile, Laurel and I played frisbee with
Gabriel's halo. By the time Crank Boy and Satan returned, Satan was cryingand
moaning about his incredible rent; I guess he was having horrible problemswith
the land Lord. He stumbled inside and passed out in the closet.
Laurel, Gabriel and I sat on the front steps together and watchedthe
stars. It was a tight fit; Gabriel's wings were pretty big. EventuallyLaurel
got out her guitar, Gabriel got out his harp, and I got out my tuba, and the
three of us played Simon and Garfunkel songs all through the night.
"You should come over more, Gabriel," Laurel said, after we'dfinished
"The Boxer" for the 23rd time.
"And bring St. Peter next time," I said. "I hear those saintsreally
know how to party."
"Nah," Gabriel replied. "All they ever talk about is 'martyr this'and
'martyr that.'" He stood up. "But thanks for having me over. Maybe nexttime
we can watch 'Jesus Christ Superstar' or something." And with that, he flew
off back to Heaven.
Laurel and I sat there together and watched the sun come up. It was
exceptionally beautiful, even through the haze of our drunken stupor.
"You know," Laurel said, "it's times like these, watching the sunrise
with your best friend after playing folk songs with an archangel of the Lord
all night that you really wish the world didn't suck so much."
"Yeah," I replied. We went inside and fell asleep together on the
couch. It was a pretty good night, all in all.
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Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1993 14:29:21 -0500
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: 00bcpalmer
Subject: Fitzgerald Revisited
"Under the stars," she repeated. "I never noticed the stars before.
I always thought of them as great big diamonds that belonged tosome-
one. Now they frighten me. They make me feel as though it was all a
dream, all my youth."
"It _was_ a dream," said John quietly, "Everybody's youth is adream,
a form of chemical madness."
"How pleasant then to be insane!"
-- From "A Diamond As Big As The Ritz" by F. ScottFitz
-- courtesy b "whither FNORD-L?" <p>
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Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1993 17:27:01 -0500
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: 00bcpalmer
Subject: Israel Regarding Parting
From:::00BCPALMER "Riding the same donkey as you." 10-NOV-1993 17:25:2
7.34
To: 00BCPALMER
CC:
Subj: farewell fnord
Remaining Fnorders and various Strewn Corpses,
I am in general, not a general, but a creature of whatevermedication
is currently altering my neural pathways. For this reason, thoughbrent<pollux>
and his account remain on-line to answer your questions about Nordic Trak,the
Pollux part of me will be following that Lesser wind to greener pastures,where
there may even be a polio vaccine, the skies are not cloudy all day, andwhere
the corn is as high as an elephant's eye. Cultural referents, baldly used,are
*not* silly. Au Contraire.
I, Pollux offer this poem upon my parting. This is part of atriptych
(sp?) I wrote in 1986. It really sucks unless your read it aloud. If youread
it aloud it only marginally sucks.
Taking my place here will be "Brent <Haldol>" AKA "Hal Doll"AKA
"b[h]<p>". Here is the poem. At least move your lips while you read:
iii. THE, the uh uh the BLACK kuh kuh kuh HARBINGERS of fuh DEATH Thuh YELLOW-EYED and FLYING hhh, hhh ON THE (thuh) DIM muh muh SUN nuh nuh nuh hhh FOLLOW HER IN THE (thuh) SWAN nuh nuh DRESS suh suh FOLLOW HER ruh ruh FALL, fall OH oh HER hhh hhh NOW wuh wuh AND THE BIRDS, black kuh, kuh WINGED hhh hhh FOLLOWED uhhhh hhh HER and SHE FELL, a 1000 times, SHE FELL SHE FELL SHE FELL SHE FELL hhh hhh AND THE BIRDS said duh FARE THEE WELL
-- luv, Mr. Pollux
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Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1993 17:41:48 -0400
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From: Scott Lesser <LESSER>
Subject: in case you haven't noticed, we are going gently into that goodnight... (2nd attempt)
do not what? already too late for explititilations and such. suffice tosay
the snow has melted and our hearts are forever cold to the possibilities we
once hoped for, the dreams we dreamt In This Space, even the loves wedelicately
cultivated have returned into the earth. what is left of what once wasalmost
has mostly gone. i'll take charge of their souls now, marc, and feed themand
change their sheets regularlyish. i will always keep my ears to the wall to
hear particularly good sobs, screams, and sighs, however; so all is not for
naught; voyeur and passive element of action that i will always be.
honor the names cuthbert, general mills, m.cheating, cecil, h.uniatz,merciful
lee dickens, whiplash, natasha f. fatale, and any others that you like the
ring of. think about what you heard, and more so of what you probably didnot.
i'm off now, building a new castle perilous with the help of pope joan, the
marquis de sade, tristan tzara, Real People, and accumulated scar tissue.will
not be back for a long time, perhaps; but you won't miss me, as you neverknew
me anyway.
beware of sores and rashes that may develop 6-13 months after readingFNORD-L
regularly. recent antibiotics may have taken care of the infection,however,
but, still, it is important for you to know the signs of new thought. (ie.,
you Don't Get It, but you want to.)
try to read from the source whenever possible, don't use the word "paradigm"
more than once a week, love freely and deeply, hate.fiercely.melting.into.
compassion.quickly, and buy my books when you see them on the shelf, ok?
solomon nathan eleazar,
"enraptured, helpless other"
you can say you knew them before the first mention in WIRED, but that won'tget
you in any doors, chum
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Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1993 17:59:47 -0500
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From: moores7518
Subject: Re: Bang bang kiss kiss
> The rest of you, go on about your business. Nothing to see here.
>
> Cuthbert C. Cuthbert
> Gone Fishin' Since That's The Sort Of Thing That Happens
Suddenly I find myself to be incredibly Sad about this place.
No, wait! False alarm! I could give a shit less! Cuthbert's gone; I'mtaking
over! I don't know no Carsten, but SHe ain't getting in MY way!
Sincerely,
Scotto
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Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1993 13:47:12 -0500
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: Jabberwocky <bwmatteo >
Subject: re Bang bang
Hey wait I gonna take over! Sorry Scotto but from hence forth this
is not a New ways of thinking list, it's a New ways to have fun and
torment authority figures. Yay! A garden for everyone, That shall be
my battle cry! Spoon! Go, leave your computers, run through the
streets, make strange noises, embarrass those older then you, laugh,
cry, act stupid and revel in it. This I say unto you.
-Beamish "I haven't got any pants on." G.S.
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Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1993 13:43:00 -06
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: Calamity Jane <JOHNSM4>
Subject: HELPFUL HINTS FROM HEL.
MEGALOMANIAC:
This romantic word can cover any of the animals taken with controlling
internet discussion lists, but we are discussing here only the Murali
type. A famous lady-of-sporting-morality (TM by MLD circa before I got
here) called Murali a joy to some, a matter of secret interment to
others. Today, when fnordlers are so aware of the need to treat their
Murali with care, joy CAN prevail. No matter what the method of
handling, certain preparations are basic.
Murali shot in an unsuspecting moment is more tender and satisfying
than that chased. (Avoid ANY trapped Murali.) Immediate and careful
gutting, immediate removal of all hair near exposed flesh and prompt
skinning are essential. Some authorities recommend only a week of
hanging, some as long as 4 weeks.
Murali is lean and needs barding (Scotto, isn't this YOUR forte?)
The choice cuts should be roasted or broiled. Other cuts should be
marinated, drained, dried, and prepared like any other bullshit.
CJ
Looking for Natasha's check-in-the-mail(TM) from Murali for use of
Nat's registered trademark - (TM) - since Nat was expunged.
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When ya'll finish jes scrape yo OWN plates, cuz Mama gotssome
NEW dancin shoes. Daz raht!
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Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1993 21:04:48 GMT
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: Murali <majcher>
Subject: Re: majcher speaks
00bcpalmer writes:
>well, this takes the cake.
>first a diatribe *against
>hostility, then a huge cake of it.
Yeah, like if I came in here skipping and strewing petals
along my path, I'd even have a _shot_ at y'all listening at all...
Like attracts like, friend, and sometimes this fly gets all itchy for
vinegar...
Murali
--
majcher
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Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1993 21:19:56 GMT
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From: Murali <majcher>
Subject: Re: talking is useless
EJ Fnord <EJFORD> writes:
>Marc, you fucked up. I don't need an apology, I'd just like it if
>you were human enough to admit it.
Didn't I already do that? Alright, just for the record:
I fucked up.
I mean, c'mon...obviously I give a _little_ shit about what
happens to this list, or else I wouldn't be here, right? But 'tain't
no big pressing concern that keeps me up at night or nuthin'...
>PS: If you are looking through that hole in the wall, you'll know
>I've been fucking it since I was knee-high to Harry Reems. Hope you
>like cum-stains.
Yummy...and lucky me, I brought the triscuits...
Murali
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majcher
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Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1993 21:37:27 GMT
Sender: New Ways of Thinking List <FNORD-L@UBVM.BITNET>
From: Murali <majcher>
Subject: Re: education and politics
bean ksc <hermes> writes:
>i was going to go into a long spiel about this, but i can't talk about
>politics. we should just kil....mmmmpphh...no...those damned old ways of
>thinking are getting out...kill all the fucking politicians.
Hey, like a friend once said regarding the cliche' of sitting
around getting stoned and listending to the Grateful Dead, "Just
because it's an _old_ idea, doesn't mean that it's not a _good_
idea..."
Murali
still can't stand the Dead
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majcher
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