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From: aaron@atlantis.uucp
Subject: Re: New Year Pizza Party
Organization: Atlantis Communications, Edmonton, AB, Canada
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL8]
Date: Thu, 31 Dec 1992 18:50:02 GMT

Henry Polard (henry@netcom.com) wrote:
: Henry tootles some merry tunes on his recorder, and turns into the
: seal of approval. He slaps his flippers together and barks with
: delight. He stares at his fippers, and they become hands. He turns
: into a merman, with his seal legs turning into seal-fur covered
: landlubber's legs. He goes to the pizza machine and orders his
: redoubtable Dessert Pizza, which he puts into a fridge for future
: reference.

"You know, Henry, the above reads like a Gooley non-sequitur post.  At least
the first part..."

: Henry Polard |Current drink: Guiness 
:              |Current book: L'epuisement du soleil by Esther Rochon

"Esther Rochon?  My gosh, someone reading Quebecois SF!  Waycool!  I have to
read it in English, and then only the stuff I can find in Edmonton...I don't
have 'Canadian SF Quasi-Activist' in my .sig anymore, but I still am one...
and I'm currently busy trying to read all the Aurora-eligible works in
English."

-- 
---Alfvaen(Still looking for "October's Baby")
"Give me your mirth.  It bores me when you weep.                                 My loves you cannot touch.  They're buried deep."  ---Don Marquis
Current Album--Laurie Anderson:United States Live
Current Read--Tesseracts4
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: maryb@cix.compulink.co.uk (Mary Branscombe)
Subject: Re: A BDay Message, amongst other things...
Reply-To: maryb@cix.compulink.co.uk
Date: Tue, 22 Dec 1992 13:46:00 +0000



> "First and foremost, I should mention that today (the 21st) is the birth date
> of a certain noted cartoon rodent who frequents these parts. So, in keeping
> with this individual's fabled reputation, I think we should all arise and
> celebrate the passing of this event in a fitting manner... PEANUT ATTACK ON
> IGNATZ!!!!"
> 
> The Cartoon Mouse duly disappears under a mountain of peanuts. (Yes, Simon,
> I know you're not actually *here*, but we can imagine, can't we? :-) )
Well, if this is just imaginary...
Mary wanders up with her tail hidden behind her back, snuggles up to 
Ignatz and...... tips a large sack of unshelled peanuts down the back 
of his neck.

> 
> Sipping on his Beamish, MonTemplar continues. "Secondly, I finished off my last
> Practical Assignment this morning and handed it in. 
well done, Kimberly! Deadline monsters don't *always hibernate over 
Christmas
> 
> "To Time - always in short supply." *CRASH!*
"yeah - anyone got an Acme clock of holding?
<Crash>
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| Organisation: Me? You're joking, right?   |maryb@cix.compulink.co.uk |
|                                           |maryb@cix.compulink.uucp  |
|I know I type "teh" for "the" My fingers have their own accent ;-)    |
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Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: maryb@cix.compulink.co.uk (Mary Branscombe)
Subject: Re: DIDI
Reply-To: maryb@cix.compulink.co.uk
Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1993 18:30:00 +0000


TITLE: DIDI
> kitten has a message...
> 
> mellie sent a note and said didi is in ICU in a paris hospital ... she
> had some sort of seizure...heart, they think.
> 
> pass the word...and PRAY....

MerryTail sits down cross-legged in the corner. If you look closely 
you can see the candle she lit of herself for Didi Sprite at the 
Solstice. It's flaming bright with love and caring and hope as she 
reaches out to a bright distant city.
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| Ommmmmm, said the lift                    |maryb@cix.compulink.co.uk |
| Organisation: Me? You're joking, right?   |maryb@cix.compulink.uucp  |
|I know I type "teh" for "the" My fingers have their own accent ;-)    |
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From: narxtc@navier.math.uh.edu (Noah Ramon)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Stick
Date: 1 Jan 1993 22:02:18 GMT
Organization: UH Dept of Math
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: navier.math.uh.edu

In article <1i2e1tINNag6@menudo.uh.edu> cei@navier.math.uh.edu (Chuck Ivy) writes:
>Meanwhile, on the dance floor, in a dark and shady corner, stands a man in a
>wool overcoat that must be way too warm, a white scarf, and a grey fedora.
>He stands near the stick player, nervously tapping his lapels with the fingers
>of both hands, and occasionally taking notes...
>--
> . _____________________________
>/:|                    /  /  : =| Chapman Stick		Chuck Ivy
>\:|___________________/__/___:_=| White Oak #240	cei@po.cwru.edu
>                       ++				cei@math.uh.edu
"MALIK!!!" The constrictor jumps over, and starts looking him over. "When did 
you show up? Hang around, there are some people here you need to meet!"

(Constrictor does a jig...)


--
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* Noah Ramon - The Bi-Bulb     * Your only limitation is your own *
* Mail to : narxtc@math.uh.edu * imagination - Beans Barton       *
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Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: tjl9@cunixf.cc.columbia.edu (Thomas J Lee)
Subject: Re: New Year Pizza Party
Reply-To: tjl9@cunixf.cc.columbia.edu (Thomas J Lee)
Organization: Columbia University
Date: Thu, 31 Dec 1992 16:47:55 GMT

	The Lamplighter says, "Hey!  A party!  Be right back!" and zips out
the door.  He leaps back in dressed in exactly the same clothes -- but in
color!  To entirely describe his outfit would take a long time, but he has
replaced his traditional all-black wardrobe with chartreuse sneakers,
vertically striped pants of all colors, a checkered multicolored shirt, and
an overcoat and top hat that appear to be made entirely of patches of
different materials.

	"Happy New Year!" he shouts to everybody ... "Who are you?"  He has
nearly run into an old man with an hourglass, who is sitting at a table
writing with a quill pen in a book.

	"Father Time," says the man with the white hair and long white beard.
His hourglass has almost run out, and he is writing on the book's last page.

	"Oh.  You haven't shown up to turn this post into another one of
those depressing, serious things that I've been writing lately, have you?"

	"No," says Time.  "I'm just writing."

	"Okay."  The Lamplighter wanders around, eats pizza, drinks
beverages, sings songs, and basically has a good time.  When the clock
strikes midnight, he shouts gleefully, "Happy New Year!" along with everybody
else.

	The old man turns the hourglass over, and closes his book.  It has
"1992" printed on its spine.  He carefully puts it away in a carry-bag next
to his chair, and takes out another, with blank pages.

---==--===-+===++==+++=*+++**++***+****#****+***++**+++*=+++==++===+-===--==---
The Lamplighter             |"Everybody here
(Tom Lee)                   | Seen the changing of the year ..."
                            |
tjl9@cunixf.cc.columbia.edu |                -- The Guess Who, "Hand Me Down"
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: brumby@nella7.cc.monash.edu.au (Stephen McNamara)
Subject: Re: boo
Organization: Monash University, Melb., Australia.
Date: Fri, 1 Jan 1993 22:25:05 GMT

   This could get obscure for the non-unix-impared. (Would they be the
'systematically challenged'?)

aaron@atlantis.uucp writes:

>"No, I'm fine for now, wench.  Maybe later, next time a toast is in order..."

>% sort toast

% nice pun


-- 
     The Silver Brumby of          brumby@yoyo.cc.monash.edu.au
      the Silicon Plains            brumby@zikzak.apana.org.au

      The grass is always greener on the other side of the network.
From: JBrandt@AAA.UOregon.EDU (Jason & Thyra)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: New Year Pizza Party
Followup-To: alt.callahans
Date: 4 Jan 1993 01:20:13 GMT
Organization: the Polyhedron Group
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: aaa.uoregon.edu

In article <1992Dec31.171504.16324@zip.eecs.umich.edu>,
bshsiung@quip.eecs.umich.edu (Bernard Hsiung) wrote:
> 
> Dear me.  An octopus, a manta ray, a sea elf, and more to come ...
> I've never been much for costume parties in the past, but VR is much
> more accomodating; I'll make a brief fly-by appearance as a flounder,
> lurking at the bottom of the virtual ocean.  *smile*

Thyra looks at Jason "Jason! You didn't tell me this was a -costume- party!
We're wearing completely the wrong clothes!"

She smiles at him and her eyes glow brightly. Jason's dark jeans and
leather jacket flow, shift, and change colors. Now he is wearing a late
21st century diver's skinsuit, dark green and hugging -every- contour of
his body. A slender backpack unit containing a mechanical set of gills
provides air to his full-face facemask, which is of course provided with a
drinking tube for consuming party potables. His Cyberdeck is strapped to
his chest, sealed in a watertight plastic cover with a thin membrane over
the keyboard. She smilers and then comments "Well, I'm -sure- the other
ladies would love you just like that, but Pegasus will kill me if we don't
do a -bit- more for modesty's sake." She grins and waves a hand, and adds
to his outfit a loincloth of seafoam green, the edges trimmed to look like
kelp. Jason looks at himself reflected in Kitten's serving tray, and nods
his approval.

Then her eyes glow again, and her own form shimmers and shifts. The dress
disappears, and her legs become a pair of dolphin-like tails, covered in a
glossy, dark-brown fur like the pelt of a sea-otter. The fur on the upper
half of her body and down the length of her feline tail darkens to match
her twin fish-tails, and her hair vanishes, leaving a smooth feline pelt.
Her feline ears and whiskers are still present, but the ears have become
smaller and fold back flat when she swims. She isn't wearing a top, to the
delight of several of the male patrons nearby. She grins "There, a
bifurcated mer-cat. Purrrfect for an undersea party!" She takes a deep
breath, filling her lungs with the water that now surrounds them both. When
she exhales, several fine gill-slits hidden in her fur, just below her
rib-cage, briefly become apparent. "OK, Lets get in the swim of things,
shall we?"

Jason & Thyra
.
From: narxtc@navier.math.uh.edu (Noah Ramon)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: 1993
Date: 2 Jan 1993 17:08:48 GMT
Organization: UH Dept of Math
NNTP-Posting-Host: navier.math.uh.edu

maryb@cix.compulink.co.uk (Mary Branscombe) Writes :
>Mary MerryTail wanders over to the Bi-Bulb to see if he wants any help 
>getting the snow out of his fedora - she knows how many corners and nooks 
>there are in a hat like that and it snow fun getting cold water down the 
>back of your neck!
>Emmett - that'll be *the Emmett Chapman will it? Neat instruments, those 
>sticks. Do you guys know All Lovers are Deranged, from Dave Gilmour's About 
>Face
>
>"and burning wine - intoxicates and takes all caution in it's wake
>but then all lovers are deranged.
>The break of day will make your spirits fly
>but you can't know what it means
>unless you're seventeen...
>We have the right to think we're right,
>we're addicts feigning shame
>but then all lovers are deranged."
>Dance with me, Bi-Bulb?
>
>Mary MerryTail
>
>
>+-------------------------------------------+--------------------------+
>| Ommmmmm, said the lift                    |maryb@cix.compulink.co.uk |
>| Organisation: Me? You're joking, right?   |maryb@cix.compulink.uucp  |
>|I know I type "teh" for "the" My fingers have their own accent ;-)    |
>+-------------------------------------------+--------------------------+

Ma'am, it would be my honor. I am afraid I don't know the tune, but I can 
do my best to improvise (as I always do with a new song...) And I thank you
for the honor and joy. But I will ask for one song in return :

Strange
How the world got so small
I turned around and there was nowhere left to go
So sad
The dream always dies
Each new arrival closes places in my mind
But I can dream
Until I go
Of smells I don't recognize
And by the river
In Shanghai
The color of the sky 
Is something I've never seen
After the summer rain
Children smile
Curious and kind
And the world is big again...
	(Joe Jackson : Shanghai Sky)
Thank you, milady.

And don't sweat the snow! (I mean, don't mind the snow - maybe reigonalisms
aren't so hot - I mean, great, anyway!) All I really need is a good hair 
dryer... And like I said, I HAVEN'T ever had this problem, because down here in
Houston, we see snow once every few years, and as a result, it shuts down the 
city (don't laugh!) and we are too busy staring at the snow to have fun with 
or in it. Besides, that stuff's COLD! (as most natives like me end up saying.)

Take care, and keep flying!







--
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* Noah Ramon - The Bi-Bulb     * Your only limitation is your own *
* Mail to : narxtc@math.uh.edu * imagination - Beans Barton       *
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Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: cliveg@cix.compulink.co.uk (Clive Grace)
Subject: Re: To new beginnings
Reply-To: cliveg@cix.compulink.co.uk
Date: Thu, 31 Dec 1992 12:28:00 +0000


I'll toast to that! Tanais says: Endings *can* be beginnings I 
guess.
--
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| When I grow up, I want to give up being   |cliveg@cix.compulink.co.uk|
| a Journalist and learn how to write...    |                          |
+-------------------------------------------+--------------------------+
|       Bisexual knitter of quality and distinction since 1992.        |
+----------------------------------------------------------------------+
From: HC61@lafibm.lafayette.edu (HC61000)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: RE: Summer Solstice
Date: 22 Dec 92 00:02:40 GMT
Organization: Lafayette College
Originator: news@lafcol


>    Lords and Ladies attend me please ...
>    Philip, who was unhappy that he totally missed the last convocation to
>assist the Sprite, awaits you all outside so that we may help her heal herself
>(no snickers please) All new newcomers to the Place are invited to help also
>(we need all the help we can get)
>    A previously unnoticed silvery chain is around Philip's neck. It has a
>yellow-coloured gemstone set in the centre. The stone pulsates slightly.
>    "It is almost time, friends. We must be ready ..."
>.
>.
Count me in. Can't sing or dance though.
Chris
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski)
Subject: Re: boo
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Tue, 29 Dec 1992 14:30:41 GMT
Keywords: Jammer




>Jammer rubs his nose ruefully, and regards this beautifull wench
>thoughtfully.

>That would be a mocha breve, wench, and Jammer thanks you.
>We should be friends, as you are far too dangerous to make an
>enemy of.

>Jammer grins, and sits down.


kitten collects jammer's mocha breve....and giggles.  "here you are,
good sir...no one has called me 'wench' in years...not since my friend
the great gray wizard left town."  she sits on the floor next to
jammer and sips her drink.

--
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conan the librarian a.k.a. kitten           /\ /\  barbara ann 
"my life's a soap opera, isn't yours?"      {=.=}
                                              ~   trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu 
"love is the wild card of existance"
                          rita mae brown
From: keulen@csuvax1.csu.murdoch.edu.au (Splash!)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Hats
Date: 22 Dec 1992 20:52:10 GMT
NNTP-Posting-Host: csuvax1.csu.murdoch.edu.au

Splash listens to the hat question with interest ... "I personally don't
wear a hat very often.  On the other hand, with all of the UV problems
down under (the hole in the ozone layer is already _here_), I wear a hat
whenever I go outdoors for any length of time.  Being a sun-hat, I went
for something that had a wide brim, and because I usually wear it for my
field work, it had to be sturdy.  I eventually found one that suited my
needs, in the form of an imitation akubra hat ... the great Australian
hat, but made completely out of leather.  I think this is also called an
Australian bush hat.  Basically it's a version of the American cowboy hat.
Mine has a wire inside the rim, allowing me to set the brim wherever I
want, which is really handy when driving a boat into the sun, or avoiding
glare off the water.  I've added a chin strap made of medium cord; this
prevents me losing it in the strong winds we get here (Perth is supposed
to be the windiest Australian city).

"This hat is really just a work hat ... Lesley and the girls are
thoroughly embarrassed when I wear it to picnics or whatever, so I may
well get a new hat for Christmas ... Lesley has been threatening.  Still,
as a work hat, it's excellent.  It's quite heavy, being heavy duty leather
(unlined), and sits firmly on my head ... it does the job it's supposed
to, but class, well ... ;-)

"I did wear a Dutch fisherman's hat for a while, which I think is somewhat
similar to the Greek fisherman's hat which Jason wears.  Unfortunately
that got damaged, and I haven't worn it for a while."

Splash!


--
		Splash!		*To love is to LIVE!*
   (aka Mike van Keulen -- e-mail: keulen@csuvax1.murdoch.edu.au)
From: snarf@access.digex.com (Sean Eustis)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Bi-bulb (was Re: Dalek has entered the building
Date: 31 Dec 1992 18:44:24 GMT
Organization: Express Access Online Communications, Greenbelt, MD USA
NNTP-Posting-Host: access.digex.com

In article <C04uKp.J5q@agora.rain.com> feath@agora.rain.com (Feather) writes:
>"How many Callahaners does it take to change a Bi-Bulb?"

Dreamweaver just has to reply to this one,"None, he can change himself,
but if he asks for help, he'll get as many as he wants."


-- 
In VR -- The Dreamweaver		In RL -- Sean Eustis
						snarf@access.digex.com
"God never closed a door without
 first opening another."
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: rich@troll1.msfc.nasa.gov (Rich Krum)
Subject: Re: A Christmas Story
Reply-To: rich@troll1.msfc.nasa.gov
Organization: Boeing Computer Support Services
Date: Wed, 30 Dec 1992 16:04:37 GMT

In article 24135@rock.concert.net, darkshot@rock.concert.net (Michael B Garrett -- Chudys) writes:

> "A toast: To engineering- a talent so formidable that it can make you 
>believe in magic- even when you know how it works. And to my Dad- a master
>magician. The world is poorer without you, and your talents. If there is
>an afterlife, you're gonna have to explain that one to me. Cheers!
>
Amen to that--If we ever loose the fascination with the magik of engineering,
computers, and life itself, it's time to resign.

Merry Christmas to all, a bit late--the Troll has been news-deprived (depraved) 
for almost a week--

Have a safe New Year--I want to see everyone back next year--

--Boss Troll, Dragon Lady, Wave, Frog, and Goose--

BTW, the Wave is returning to Caltech today--He's in the air at the moment--

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From: maryb@cix.compulink.co.uk (Mary Branscombe)
Subject: Re: *Now* I can celebrate.
Reply-To: maryb@cix.compulink.co.uk
Date: Wed, 30 Dec 1992 01:07:00 +0000


Hey Taldin... want a nice warm fluffy towel?
Mary MerryTail
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| Ommmmmm, said the lift                    |maryb@cix.compulink.co.uk |
| Organisation: Me? You're joking, right?   |maryb@cix.compulink.uucp  |
|I know I type "teh" for "the" My fingers have their own accent ;-)    |
+-------------------------------------------+--------------------------+

Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski)
Subject: DIDI
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1993 16:56:27 GMT

kitten has a message...

mellie sent a note and said didi is in ICU in a paris hospital ... she
had some sort of seizure...heart, they think.

pass the word...and PRAY....


--
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conan the librarian a.k.a. kitten           /\ /\  barbara ann 
"my life's a soap opera, isn't yours?"      {=.=}
                                              ~   trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu 
"love is the wild card of existance"
                          rita mae brown

Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski)
Subject: Re: Definition of "monogamy"?
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Thu, 24 Dec 1992 14:40:41 GMT



>Soprano wanders back into the Place from the meadow where she has been
>taking part in the healing ritual for the Didi-Sprite just in time to
>hear Aahz say

>>We're having a nice little discussion (read "flamewar" ;-) in
>>alt.polyamory about the nature of monogamy.  I'd like to hear some
>>thoughts from people in this newsgroup about what it means to them.

>She goes over to the bar and gets an eggnog from Mike before settling
>back down at her vocal-score-covered table.

>"Monogamy, huh?  I guess I'd define it as being committed enough to one
>person to want to make a life with that person to the exclusion of
>others.  Ideally, this would be both physical and emotional -- but I
>have found to my great consternation that it is possible to be
>physically monogamous while being emotionally polyamorous."


"!" kitten agrees wholeheartedly...."soprano....you have described me
to a t!"
--
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conan the librarian a.k.a. kitten           /\ /\  barbara ann 
"my life's a soap opera, isn't yours?"      {=.=}
                                              ~   trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu 
"love is the wild card of existance"
                          rita mae brown
From: feath@agora.rain.com (Feather)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Dalek has entered the building
Date: 27 Dec 92 19:50:02 GMT
Organization: Open Communications Forum

>> >mischievous grin, The Doctor smashes the pie right on tope of the Dalek, 
>> >scooping a bit onto his eyepiece for good measure. Roaring with laughter, 
>> >he proclaims "Welcome!"... and ducks.
>> >
>> >The Doctor
>> 
>> "MY VISION IS IMPAIRED" cries the Dalek "I CAN NOT SEE."  He starts
>> rotating and randonly moving around the move, bumping into various people.
>> (Excuse me).  Finally, the Dalek crashes into the pool, and sinks to
>> the bottem. This serves to clear the Dalek's eyepiece and cheers him
>> up incredibly.  However, he will need some assistance getting out of
>> the water.  (Luckily Dalek casings are waterproof.)
>> 
>> The Dalek
>
>  Putting the Dalek between herself and Ekho who is still stalking her 
>(again), Amanda considers the situation.  "Well," she comments in between 
>dodges, "we have a large number of people in here with great strength 
>and/or telekenetics.  Let's get a team effort going!"  Amanda jumps to 
>the side, but to no avail.  Ekho gives her a light shove, sending her 
>into the pool to keep the Dalek company.
>
Feather takes off from her former resting point on Taldin's head and lands
on a high place directly above the hot tub. 

"Did someone say 'telekinetic'?"  Feather grins.  "Hey, THYRA!  How does one
levitate an object submerged in water without levitating the water itself?
Teach me, and we can do it together, somehow.  What do you say?"