HDTenEightyP/NetNews huggingface dataset:
From: narxtc@navier.math.uh.edu (Noah Ramon)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Hippo Gnu Ewe(r)
Date: 1 Jan 1993 02:16:51 GMT
Organization: UH Dept of Math
NNTP-Posting-Host: navier.math.uh.edu

"Kitten, could you bring me an IBC red cap? And NO, I won't call you 'wench'! 
The closest to that I could get from 'Ma'am' would be 'Milady', which I don't
think is sufficiently casual. Thanks bunches!"

Stepping over to the chalkhills, the Bulb drains the vintage rootbeer in three
and a half swallows, then turns. "People, I won't be here until after the 
switch(local), but I do want you all to know that my heart is here with all of
you. To friends; past, present, and future. There shall be no difference 
between the three."

***CRASH!***

"Now, I do need to change into something more appropriate for where I shall be
celebrating the changeover..." The Bulb makes an odd gesture in fourspace, and
is suddenly in blue-gray jeans and a T-shirt with the words "The Basics - 
Sondido Basico" and a picture of four men on it. "There - much better. Now, I 
have my other aspect : the Noah Constrictor!" At this, Susan jackson smiles... 
"And so, I plan on dancing my fool head off. If I may have the first dance 
after I get back, anyone?"

HAPPY NEW YEAR, 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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From: tjl9@cunixf.cc.columbia.edu (Thomas J Lee)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Didi-Sprite
Date: 3 Jan 93 17:43:24 GMT
Organization: Columbia University


	The Lamplighter comes back in, having changed back into his normal
clothes (mostly black, brown and gray).  The streetlamp outside is shining
white again, the Lamplighter having removed the red and green gels.  He finds
kitten, which is no easy task in an infinite virtual bar, and greets her.

	"Kitten," he says, "Aurora and I prayed for Didi last night, but I
don't know what I could virtually 'do' in here that would help, if she's even
reading right now.  We're glad she's out of the woods for now, although we
don't really know which forest she was in.  You're the one who's been
bringing us all the news lately; I'd like you to know that Aurora and I are
thinking about her and hoping she'll be fine."

	He sits down nearby and listens to the music and the toasts.

The Lamplighter (Tom Lee)                            "Arms wide, dancing inside
tjl9@cunixf.cc.columbia.edu                           I got the feeling
                                                      Time tide, so mystified
Current Listen: Indigo Girls, "Rites of Passage"      I got the feeling"
                                                             -- Jamie Bernstein
From: jammer@eskimo.com (Lyle Harwood)
Subject: Re: The world, and what it'd be like...
Organization: -> ESKIMO NORTH (206) For-Ever <-
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL6]
Date: Thu, 31 Dec 1992 12:57:31 GMT

Sean Eustis (snarf@access.digex.com) wrote:
: In article <105771@bu.edu> schweppe@acs.bu.edu (Edmund Schweppe)
writes:
: >After Darkshot leaves, Merlinvin steps over to Mike and lays two
singles on
: >the bar.  "One's for me, Mike; the other is for Darkshot when he
returns."
: 
: >"To the dreamers, who show us where we need to go;
: > to the doers, who show us how to get there;
: > and to the denizens of the Place, who stand ready to heal the scars
: >   we get along the way."
: ><crash!>
: 
: Dreamweaver talks to Mike about starting a tab, even with all the free
: drinks everybody else buys. Mike just nods his head, 'Of course."
:  "Well then, lets start with some _really_ strong Kahlua or coffe
: liquer in honor of Darkshot. I'll kinda miss him."
: One shot of the stuff is consumed and the container sent airborne.
: 
: <<Crash>>
: 
: 
: -- 
: In VR -- The Dreamweaver  In RL -- Sean Eustis
:       snarf@access.digex.com
: "God never closed a door without
:  first opening another."


Jammer walks through the door, flushed from the snowfight, just in time
to brush past Darkshot, and hear Dreamweaver's toast.

"Out, eh? Where was the wee one when the MEN needed him, answer me that!

Mike! My mocha, if you "

and stops dead in his tracks. 
He takes two soft, tentative steps towards the bar, and gazes into
Sgt Coffee's mocha.
He picks it up, and turns slowly around. He looks at the assembled
patrons, 
and then slowly, carefuly, turns the mug upside down.

Nothing comes out.

He steps to the fireplace, and places it carefully on the hearth, in
front of the flames.

He steps back to the bar, and picks up his mocha, and steps to the line.

"My new friends, I give you Callahans.
A place where I can loose track of where I am,
A place where while I don't live here, Warrior roams free,
A place where Wee Wenches are brave enough to bop my nose,
A place where it's not neccessary to be afraid,

and then his voice breaks, ever so slightly, as he says,

And at last, a place where it's possible for Sgt Scott Coffee
to return from patrol."

Warrior roars.

Jammer drinks, and throws his mug in a straight hard line at Sgt Coffees
mug. They both explode into the fire.

Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski)
Subject: Re: Wench
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Mon, 4 Jan 1993 01:30:58 GMT


>>: : 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.
>>:   
>>: Alfvaen replies:
>>: >"Well, kitten, we could start calling you 'wench' more often if you
>>: >want.  We could even make that your official net.alias, or at least
>>: >add it after conan the librarian.  How far are you willing to go
>>: >with this 'wench' thing?"
>>:  
wales: (i think)
>>:    Personally, if that's going to be her moniker -- I'd like to
>>: apply to be the 'loose bolt".  After all, aren't wenches used to
>>: tighten  loose bolts?
>>:    And I figure a bar is a pretty good place to get tight.... ;-)
>>:   
>>:   "Outa my way -- I've got to duck those peanuts!"

>>
>>Warrior turns his massive head to the roof, and wails pitiously.
>>Jammer shouts
>>"oh, GAWD! Engage! Engage! Fire! Fire! Fire!"
>>and begins launching, singnaling for more peanuts, he does not intend
>>to let up on this, the worst pun yet...

k. montemplar:

>"Oh, I can go one better than that. How about I become a wishing well, then
>Kitten can come along and wench up water from me in a bucket?" :-)
>--

"but doesn't that involve honest work?"  giggles kitten  "....besides,
there's a hole in my bucket!"
--
***************************************************************************
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: jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu (Jimmy Malcolm Pierce)
Subject: Re: Hullo...
Organization: University of Southern Mississippi
Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1993 07:07:59 GMT

Kitten writes:
>(i have ALWAYS wanted to wear what eunice wore in _i will fear no evil_)

      A good story, and kept me awake for several nights afterward.
    Why ? I wanted her to be rescued by a certain family. Jim.

-- 
         Jim Pierce Bach. of Sci. in Applied Computer Science USM 
             jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu  Disclaimer: Standard.
                   Video. Cher: Love and Understanding.
          'Rush Limbaugh is the 'Chia Pet' of TV talk shows !'
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 22:58:34 GMT

   The brumby puts on his best lecherous impression. Despite his actual
habits, he is very good at it.

korz@cs.columbia.edu (Frederick Korz) writes:

>Frood continues, "Literature and life are rife with all sorts of
>wenches - buxom, comely, skinny, earthy, lusty, spritely, ....  Just
>throw in the flavor, where appropriate.*"

   "So where is it appropriate to throw flavour into a wench?"


-- 
     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.
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski)
Subject: Re: boo
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Fri, 1 Jan 1993 02:43:13 GMT




>[[snip]]
>>
>>kitten giggles...."i don't know....it is okay for occasional
>>use....makes me feel 18 again....but i am really not buxom enough to
>>be a wench...sigh....

frood:

>"But, my dear Kitten, from what i've seen, being a wench is, more than
>anything else, a state of mind.  Costume and such are ancillary."

>Frood continues, "Literature and life are rife with all sorts of
>wenches - buxom, comely, skinny, earthy, lusty, spritely, ....  Just
>throw in the flavor, where appropriate.*"

>"There's naught to keep you from being one, an you want it."


"i will certainly accept that" says kitten, with a saucy toss of her
head... (i read _forever amber_ years and years ago...and have always
wanted to be able to saucily toss my head.....)

--
***************************************************************************
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: JBrandt@AAA.UOregon.EDU (Thyra)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Dalek has entered the building
Followup-To: alt.callahans
Date: 30 Dec 1992 19:59:29 GMT
Organization: the Polyhedron Group
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: aaa.uoregon.edu

In article <C033A6.2G0@agora.rain.com>, feath@agora.rain.com (Feather)
wrote:
> Feather looks down and gulps.  "Uhhh..."
> The tiny gray bird looks down at the big wet robot, and decides that she
> has bitten off more than she can chew.  (as if that tiny beak could chew! :-)
> "This is what I get for being impulsive.  NOW what do I do?"
> The small bird is feeling intimidated...

<giggle!> "Why, you -try- of course. You might surprize yourself. Come on
feather-luv, reach out with your TK and -GRAB-! Don't worry, Dalek's aren't
supposed to be ticklish."

Purrs,
Thyra
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: JBrandt@AAA.UOregon.EDU (Thyra)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: hello
Followup-To: alt.callahans
Date: 22 Dec 1992 16:21:31 GMT
Organization: the Polyhedron Group
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: aaa.uoregon.edu

In article <1h5vjiINNs64@mirror.digex.com>, snarf@access.digex.com (Sean
Eustis) wrote:
> 	"Just wanted to add a little energy to the goodwill gathered here.
> I am the Dreamweaver, and I bid you all a good Solstice."

> 	"To youth, may we learn to teach it well."
> <Crash.>

> 	"To courage, may we all find it when we need it."
> <Crash!>

> 	"To life, and the memories that make it last forever."
> <Crash!>

A tall woman with downy golden fur, and the ears, whiskers and tail one
would expect of a housecat walks up to the bar. She's barefoot, and wearing
a short, black velvet dress with a matching choker. A small sapphire blue
stone set in the choker is glowing softly. "Dragon's breath, please, Mike."
She exchanges a small gold coin for a glass of transparent red liquour, and
approaches Dreamweaver. She salutes him with her glass, a smile on her
lips, and drinks deeply of the potent liquour in the glass. "Well spoken
Dreamweaver. I'm called Thyra. Welcome to the Place." She finishes her
drink and tosses it into the fire.

<Crash!> <Whumpffff!>

The residue in the glass makes a lovely fireball. "You seem to have our
toasts down pat. Let me introduce you to another Callahans tradition. Care
for a hug?"

She purrs as they embrace. "Mmmmm. That was nice. I think you'll do well
here. See you later." As she steps away from him, and walks toward the
fire, she changes in size and shape. When she arrives at the fireside, she
is a tawny golden kitten with a black velvet collar. She pads around in a
circle a few times, and makes herself comfortable, curled in the warm glow
on the hearth of the fireplace.

A man in black leathers wearing a Greek Fisherman's cap notes Dreamweaver's
somewhat astonished gaze, and comments "Don't let it get to you. Thyra's a
shapeshifter. She appears here in a variety of feline guises. I think she
likes to see the reactions of newcomers to her transformations. By the way,
my name's Jason, welcome to Callahans. Have a seat. Can I buy you a drink?"
Dreamweaver notes that Jason is working with some sort of laptop-sized
personal computer, but unlike any he has seen before. This one has a
holographic cube floating above it for a display, and there is some sort of
interface cable that runs from the computer to a jack implanted in the back
of Jason's head, just under his ponytail. Jason notes the look. "I see you
noticed my Cyberdeck. I'm a decker, an information jockey. I use this
Cyberdeck to interface directly with the Matrix of computer networks, to
access, retrieve and manipulate data and information. I also happen to
write documentaries that you would call science fiction, in the Cyberpunk
genre. Now, what will you have?"

Hugs and Purrs,
Thyra and Jason
.
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: brumby@nella7.cc.monash.edu.au (Stephen McNamara)
Subject: Re: Bi-bulb (was Re: Dalek has entered the building
Organization: Monash University, Melb., Australia.
Date: Fri, 1 Jan 1993 22:38:56 GMT

   The brumby can never resist a straight line.

feath@agora.rain.com (Feather) writes:

>"How many Callahaners does it take to change a Bi-Bulb?"

   "Into what?"


-- 
     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: amanda@wam.umd.edu (Me again)
Subject: Re: Hi Alfvaen
Organization: University of Maryland, College Park
Date: Fri, 1 Jan 1993 14:43:29 GMT

In article <1992Dec31.022645.15452@atlantis.uucp> aaron@atlantis.uucp writes:
>Michael D. McAfee (mdm@sparc2.prime.com) wrote:
>
>Current Favourite Alphabet: Georgian
>Current Favourite Language: Hungarian

"Awesome!"  Amanda, when not being a physics nut, is a part-time linguistics
nut.  "You have just picked the coolest language... and definitely one of the
neater scripts :)  I remember copying Georgian alphabets down when i used to
go through the encyclopedia looking for nifty alphabets to write in...."

amanda@wam.umd.edu       maybe i could be a translator         Amanda Babcock
                       between physicists and Normal Folk?
From: ekho@cybernet.cse.fau.edu (amanda rothman)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: January birthdays
Date: 31 Dec 92 16:32:23 GMT
Organization: Cybernet BBS, Boca Raton, Florida

amanda@wam.umd.edu (Me again) writes:

> Amanda (the one without the echo)
> tea, chocolate
> Feb. 1 1972

  Amanda starts jumping up and down with glee, "I knew it!  I knew it!  
Chocolate!!!"  She starts cackling, "Mike, I just know that you've got 
some Assasination By Chocolate cake back there.  Might I "borrow" a slice 
for my sister in more than name?"  She takes Amanda by the hands and 
starts dancing in a circle around her.  "You know, Ekho likes chocolate 
as well, but this cake is just up her alley."

  Ekho mutters, "The chocolate daemon has been awakened in me.  How 
unfortunate..."

  Mike produces a slice of cake from behind the bar.  It has a bottom 
layer of *dense* chocolate cake (i.e. some chocolate with a tablespoon of 
flour mixed in) alternating with a layer of fantastic chocolate mousse.  
On top is an arch of pure chocolate poised in whipped cream.  Amanda goes 
over to take the cake from Mike when, with a grin of his own, he produces 
another slice.  Amanda laughs, produces a gold coin, and cheers, "A round 
of Assasination by Chocolate, on me!  And I really wouldn't mind, so go 
ahead.  Make my millenium!"  She dances over to Amanda and hands her her 
slice, then gives Ekho hers, intoning, "I offer this sacrifice to appease 
the daemon warrior tech.  May our friendship persevere!"  The smile on 
her face runs from ear to ear.  To the entire bar, she comments, 
"Chocolate heals.  Shared chocolate is more than the sum of its parts!"  
She snickers and sits down to enjoy her slice.

        Yours in Time and Space
From: JBrandt@AAA.UOregon.EDU (Thyra)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: a small sentiment
Followup-To: alt.callahans
Date: 21 Dec 1992 20:45:09 GMT
Organization: the Polyhedron Group
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: aaa.uoregon.edu

Thyra listens thoughtfully to Nick Chopper as he talks about the season.
Then she goes over to the tinman and guves him a gentle hug. "Nick, that
was no small sentiment. That was beautiful. Thank you for sharing that with
us."

Hugs and Purrs,
Thyra
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski)
Subject: Re: Moving Right Along
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Sun, 3 Jan 1993 23:43:02 GMT



>Toothpick is enjoying synchronicity and Mary MerryTail's tail starts 
>twitching in sympathy and a big gooey smile spreads over her face...
>"Toothpick, this is, I can testify, a *wonderful Place for meeting 
>people" - her gaze steals over to an over-stuffed rocking chair that 
>waits for a certain mouse - "and be warned, the co-incidences and 
>synchronicities will continue. Well, they have for us.... I start 
>talking to someone in Callahans... who turns out to live three 
>minutes away from me... who turns out to be friends with two people I 
>work with... who turns out to have so many co-incidences and 
>happenstances in common with me... who turns out to be someone truly 
>wonderful.....
>I think that for Callahans people, reality bends slightly, so that 
>these things happen around here quite a lot"
>MerryTail is smiling very broadly still
>"Will your lurker friend be joining us? A welcome awaits...."

"merry and toothpick...i just had a synchronistic moment...and it is a
small world...i was sitting in a coffee shop, minding my own business
}:) , when one of the person's sitting near me addressed another
person as "john lux"...i promptly said...are you THE john lux...he
looked at me like he wasn't sure he should admit it....but he did and
i told him who i was....this guy, who i had never met before, used to
be friends with my first husband...and a couple of ex-lovers...i had
heard many tales of him...not only that, the same guy was high school
buddies with my current husband's second wife....very strange."

kitten admires toothpick's costume and continues to carry pizza and
drinks to various parts of the bar.
--
***************************************************************************
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: noj@matt.ksu.ksu.edu (Jonathan E Miles)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Poet and don't know it? (was Re: New Year Pizza Party))
Date: 2 Jan 1993 22:38:43 -0600
Organization: Kansas State University
NNTP-Posting-Host: matt.ksu.ksu.edu

feath@agora.rain.com (Feather) writes:
>Feather gets struck with a rhyming virus (thankfully temporary): "They're
>hairy, Mary?  Better be wary..."

>...and then the small bird leaves it to the rest of the callahaners to finish
>the rhyme... 

Itosu grins...he can never resist a poetry challenge.

They're hairy, Mary?  Better be wary...
Like spam, Sam?  Made from ham...
With beef, Chief?  Beyond belief...
For him, Slim?  Nope, too prim...
Too hot, Scott?  (Oh what a sot!)...
On bread, Fred?  Or crackers instead...
By gad, Chad  This rhyme is bad...
Do stop, Pop  or we'll all throw up...
It's time, You slime  to end this rhyme...

He then blushes at the horrid rhyming and quickly returns to his seat...


--
Jonathan E. Miles
Current Mindset: Wacky
Current Jam: Never tried it
Wind Current: Like the Gulf Stream
Water Current: see Wind Current
Current Satus: Bored
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: maryb@cix.compulink.co.uk (Mary Branscombe)
Subject: Re: Hi Alfvaen
Reply-To: maryb@cix.compulink.co.uk
Date: Thu, 31 Dec 1992 16:40:00 +0000


Go on, Castellan, socket to 'em. Oh, watt am(p) I thinking of, I'm 
sure some bright spark has beaten me to it. Wonder if this thread 
will generate some interest or stay pretty static?
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 ;-)    |
+-------------------------------------------+--------------------------+

Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski)
Subject: Re: Stick
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Fri, 1 Jan 1993 23:35:05 GMT




>>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...)


kitten dodges to avoid the constrictor's dance and delivers her pizza
to the appropriate party...

"...ah HA!  a friend of yours, bi-bulb?  how lovely...welcome to the Place."

--
***************************************************************************
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: Season's Greetings!
Date: 28 Dec 1992 02:35:15 GMT
NNTP-Posting-Host: csuvax1.csu.murdoch.edu.au

[Rats!  Our news-reader/mailer-thingy stuffed up and didn't post it on
Christmas Eve like it was supposed to ... here goes on the 27th ... I'll
be on-line soon, promise!]

Splash wanders up to the bar and orders a glass of pink champagne.  Taking
his delicate glass he walks up to the chalk line and speaks:

"A Merry Christmas to you all!"

Gulping the glass of bubbly down, he shakes his head to clear out the tiny
bubbles.  "This is my official Christmas toast ... life is getting a little
hectic here, and I won't be able to read my news and mail for a day or
two, so I thought I'd slip this in now.  I'm still running around trying
to get bits of equipment at the last minute for some upcoming field work
which I'm planning to do in the break.  Also, there's my family's big
Christmas bash coming up, which requires a bit of organisation.  Lesley's
family is showing up too, so tables and chairs have to be borrowed and
transported.  Still, it's all good fun  :-)  

"I wish everyone here a wonderful Christmas and holiday ... Callahans has
been a wonderful refuge from the insanity of the Real World (TM) for me
this year ... meeting you all has been a truly wonderful experience.  I
thank you all.

"See you all after Christmas (I _will_ be there for that Pizza Party!).

"Merry Christmas!"

*CRASH!*

Splash!



--
		Splash!		*To love is to LIVE!*
   (aka Mike van Keulen -- e-mail: keulen@csuvax1.murdoch.edu.au)