From: bufalini@cattycorner.gis.psu.edu (not Kenneth J Robinson)
Subject: Re: Bruce Bufalini's daily routine (was Re: The Politics of USENET)
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 92 21:46:34 GMT

In article <1992Jul28.033201.10654@rice.edu>, patrick@is.rice.edu (The Story Guy) writes:
>In article <bwh1H6vwq8@atlantis.psu.edu> bufalini@across.gis.psu.edu (Bruce A Bufalini) writes:
>>In article <1992Jul27.052621.4934@rice.edu>, patrick@is.rice.edu (Blind Lemon Charlie) writes:
>>>In article <9$c1H&+*p8@atlantis.psu.edu>, bufalini@across.gis.psu.edu (Bruce A Bufalini) writes:
>>>>
>>>>No, you must come to 478 East Beaver Avenue to prove my point null, for DOI is
>>>>headquartered there.  Then DOI will no longer be a part of your imagination.
>>>
>>>It's already not a part of my imagination.  That's your problem, remember?
>>
>>Then you are admitting that it does exist, which I have been saying all along.
>>Congratulations on informing yourself of an important fact, Patrick.
>
>No, all I said was it's not part of *my* imagination -- after all, it's a
>product of *yours*.  That's all it is -- a figment of your imagination.

No, nothing is a figment of my imagination.  Everything you post is a figment
of your imagination.  You are not in real life, Patrick.

>>>>Good.  Then we can enjoy watching you lead a misinformed lifestyle, for
>>>>everyone here is leading healthy, informed lifestyles thanks to DOI.  Look for
>>>>DOI to start a branch in Houston, Texas in the near future.
>>>
>>>You couldn't find Houston if you were standing downtown at the corner of
>>>Smith and Franklin.  (Actually, in your case, about a mile northeast of
>>>there -- at the corner of Jensen and Lyons -- ought to be just about right
>>>for you.)
>>
>>DOI is perfectly capable of finding Houston, for DOI is informed of
>>everything.  Why would I want to go to a city full of losers, anyway?
>
>I don't know -- why *do* you clutter up State College, anyway?

I don't clutter it up; I am just one of ~25,000 people here.  Your arguement
appears to be invalid and quite lame.

>>>>DOI news flash:  Outbound Southwest Freeway is closed indefinitely and the
>>>>only detour leads to jail.  Congratulations, Patrick, for you have finally
>>>>achieved your goal in life: a one-way trip to jail.
>>>
>>>Wow.  DOI just can't get anything right, can they?  I got on at Kirby, I got
>>>off at Westpark, and I went on home from there.  (Just to be different and
>>>waste some more of your time, though, tonight I'll get off at Fountainview,
>>>go down Renwick to Beechnut, and then go all the way out to Corporate and
>>>come in that way.  I hope you're taking notes on this.)
>>
>>No, DOI has it right, for you are in jail right now.
>
>...which shows how much the non-existent DOI knows.  (Hint:  the jail's
>downtown.  I'm not.)

Which just shows that Rice University is on a lower scale than jail.  Perhaps
you should visit a real university like Pep$i $tate Univer$ity.

>>>>I stay up late all the time, so I'm not missing out on anything.  Can we
>>>>say "PATRICK IS STILL A LAZY ASS," boys and girls?
>>>
>>>Keep your regular job -- otherwise, Fred Rogers is going to want to have a
>>>little talk with you...
>>
>>No, Fred Rogers is irrelevant, for I do not require the helping hand of Fred
>>Rogers.
>
>No, actually, you require the helping hand of Jeff Dahmer.  (He'll provide
>the A-1 Sauce and the cutlery, of course. :)

I don't require anybody's helping hand, for I am completely informed.

>>>>Response #848 is irrelevant.  And I see you had no problem with my assertion
>>>>about your brain.
>>>
>>>You're right.  I had no problem with it, for your assertion was shown to be
>>>nothing more than that.  
>>
>>Yes, I was right in saying that your brain is out for repairs.  Now, how about
>>posting those SAT scores to verify it?
>
>Dig 'em up yourself.  I told you when I took it, and what high school I went
>to -- how much more do you need to find it?

If you refuse to post them, then we can assume zero on the math part and zero
on the verbal part.  How did you *ever* get into college with those SAT scores,
anyway?

>>>>Name every person who thinks I'm misinformed.  Nobody, eh?  You, sir, are the
>>>>one who is misinformed and whose opinions are irrelevant, for your statement
>>>>takes the form of an unwarranted extrapolation and is being thrown out at once.
>>>>DOI has always been and will always be a thriving organization, thanks to
>>>>myself and K e n   R o b i n s o n.
>>>
>>>Shared dementia may be thriving.  DOI is DOA.
>>
>>No, DOI is DOI.  You lack the proper amount of information to make such a
>>statement.
>
>Like I said, it's DOA -- it never existed.  Thanks for agreeing with me.

No, you unable to distinguish an upper-case I from an upper case A.
Your eyes need repair.

>>>>Although a dead person could make much more sense than you could ever dream of
>>>>making.
>>>
>>>Too bad you're not getting a real job, out there in the world away from your
>>>DOI...it'd be funny watching you try to convince *any* employer you had any
>>>sense at all.  
>>
>>And I take it you speak from experience?  Apparently you do, for you have no
>>common sense whatsoever.
>
>I guess that's why I've got a job and you don't...:-)

Perhaps you would care to prevent me from having a job, Mr. Humphrey.

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