From: nsn@ee.mu.OZ.AU (Nick Nicholas)
Subject: More total blatant fluff
Organization: Electronic and Electrical Engineering - University of Melbourne 
Date: Mon, 14 Dec 1992 04:27:09 GMT

Because fluff, mesdames et messieurs, counteracts the engulfing blackness,
and of that I've had *plenty* this weekend. Enough for (ObToriRef) five
Tori songs to take me over. We've gotten through _China_ and are on to
_Little Earthquakes_ now...

So, in no particular order:

Micchelino (Mike Lloyd, if you insist): Remember our little exchange on
trad-ism? Well I've just read a pretty nifty Yiddish song that went a 
little like this:

Fregt di velt an alte kashe:		People ask the same old question:
Tradi, tradi-ridi-rom?			TRADi, TRADi-ridi-ROM?

Enfert men: tradi-ridi-reylom ---	And they answer: TRADi-ridi-reylom ---
Tradi! Tradi-ridi-rom...		TRADi! TRADi-ridi-ROM...

Un az men vil, kon men doch zogn:	Or, if you will, you can counter:
Tradi!					TRADi!

Blaybt doch vayter di alte kashe:	So, we're left with the same question:
Tradi, tradi-ridi-rom...		TRADi, TRADi-ridi-ROM...

...which *I* think explains a lot. :) Btw, Joe and I, shall we say,
followed up the debate yesterday. Me doing both devil's advocate and
trouble-maker, and Joe the Rock of Reason we know so well... needless
to say, he 'won' --- if winning mattered, which it doesn't. Most...
invigorating process, I suppose... debating ethics in a SHOE-STORE?!
Where's that great unDead White Male, Al Bundy, when you need him?

Muffy Barocky: It is *NOT* *TRUE* I was scandalised by your apparel in your 
.gif! NOT TRUUUUUE, I telle yow! Rather, when I visited Giuseppino's campus
in fair downtown Upper Middle Bumfuck Nowhere Frigging Paddock, he did
drool to me of the photo of you in a dress with most of the dress missing.
So I followed the trail of drool to his terminal room, whereat he was
conducting himself most businesslike kicking heads, while Karina stayed
outside to chat to the local lesbians (prompting predictable utterances
from Joe :) --- and I did spectate the .gif --- and *I* was expecting
a well-ventilated evening gown, with strategically placed rips --- not
extra-broad gaffer tape with buckles! :) So you want to scandalise me,
fair Muffy d00d, then all you need do is pick up an evening gown and
a pair of scissors, see, and... %^)

Tim Bell: if you have net.access still --- thanks for our chat last night.
Just what I needed to get myself back on track. Good luck with your...
affairs? :)

Jennifer Broekman: forgiven? *Forgiven*?! Do you know what your e-flirts
*did* to a whole generation of net.newbies?! *The Horror! The Horror!*

Joe Woodhouse: be VERY careful about what ends up in your letterbox a couple 
of days hence. I will *not* be held responsible for the outcome *grin*

Karina Roberts: remember: *con*-*sti*-*pa*-*ted*! :) :) Remind me to write 
a sonnet on your cap...

Dawn Elizabeth: *hug* Strength, dear one. It all passes. Somehow or other... 
*kisses tip of nose, of course* Love you...

Zoe Velonis: Leaving homeward so soon? *sigh* *hesitant backrub* Be well, 
hon, and give the wall a rest... OK? Ei'sai pra'gmati ...h Zwh' mou!
*xamogela'* Do mail us b4 you go...

Laurie Eight: When we *do* go for that koffee, *do* bring along your 
penis-extension^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^Hdigital diary! I wanna
compare it to Tim's! (O my gawd, was that a line and a half or wot?!)

Kay Dekker: sure you won't settle for fruit yoghurt? :) *skip wiggle flaunt
trip over bounce off paunch*

Yvette Lian: yo. How goes? Same here :) . Take abundant care of thee. Is 
that a BIG BUTCH KNIFE IN YOUR POCKET, or... oh, it's *two*! *smile*

Richard Kennaway: so how does it feel being the only other bisexual on
lojban-list, hmmmm? *snigger*

Nikos Kazantzakis: all hail, compatriot. I'll get the better of you yet...
and that's the kind of thing you'd like me to do anyway...

Tori (Myra Ellen) Amos: get out of my *head*, woman! :)

Suzanne Vega: Get *back* in my head, woman! :) :)

Geoffrey Chaucer: God wot, Geoffrey, Iwis I will anon thi _Troilus_
rede, whiche that a feministick interpretaccioun beareth...

The second pictorial in "Eroticat Cum Shot Spezial 1": er... *ahem* not
now, pictorial, I'm talking to these people... *blush*

The ant walking on my hand near my PC last Thursday at around 11 am: Hey,
weren't you on my hand half an hour before? 

Cole's _Underwater Explosions_, Princeton University Press, 1948: Fuck, 
you're a boring book.

Nick Nicholas: Self of mine, you are a superstar and ought to be given
lots of money... and is that a roll of 20c coins in your pocket, or...
oh? they don't make 4'' long rolls? More fools they! :)

End of fluff for today.

Momenton senpretende paseman mi retenis kaj # [Victor Sadler, _Memkritiko_ 90]
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