HDTenEightyP/NetNews huggingface dataset:
From: olson@husc8.harvard.edu (Chip Olson@somewhere.out.there)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: *Now* I can celebrate.
Date: 28 Dec 92 04:11:46 GMT
Organization: Spam-On-A-Rope Inc.
In-reply-to: youngj4@rebecca.its.rpi.edu's message of 28 Dec 92 03:43:33 GMT

In article <7fz2hpl@rpi.edu> youngj4@rebecca.its.rpi.edu (Jeffrey 'Taldin' Young) writes:

>With a spinning sidearm hurl and flourish followthrough, the glass dies
>violently.   >>>>CRASH!!!!!<<<<<
>
>
>"To The End Of My Worries--IT'S OVER!"
>
>He grins. "It appears, after all that worry, I seem to be the proud and
>relieved owner of my Very Own Comp Sci Bachelors Degree from RPI.
>Got a C in the course I thot I failed-  Prof. Issaccson, I might just name
>my first kid after you.   The long wait is over.  Four and a half years
>of -- no, 17 years of education, over.   Khai, this feels great!!!"
>
>"Yeeeehah!!"

"Congratulations, Taldin!" <CRASH!>
--
-Chip Olson. | olson@husc.harvard.edu | ceo@{gnu.ai,silver.lcs}.mit.edu 
"If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down?
Maybe we would if they screamed all the time for no good reason." -SNL
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: li@Data-IO.COM (Phyllis Rostykus)
Subject: Re: Quantum (and untutored Zen) and Beliefs (was Re: Absolutes)
Organization: Data I/O Corporation
Date: Wed, 23 Dec 1992 00:20:38 GMT

In article <1992Dec22.185411.29489@zip.eecs.umich.edu> bshsiung@quip.eecs.umich.edu (Bernard Hsiung) writes:
>If everybody is bored to tears by this discussion, I offer my apologies in
>advance.  This is my first posting to alt.callahans and I ought to try to
>avoid offending people, after all...

Liralen giggles.  "It's O.K.   Most of the folx involved in these
dicussions aren't that easily offended..."

>I just wanted to make a small observation about Schrodinger's Cat:
>We may not know if the cat is alive or dead.
>But, certainly, the _cat_ must have observed something!

"True.  Just as, if God exists, then God probably observes quite well
wheither or not She exists.  Thing is that we, who aren't the cat can't
know.  Though... if the assumption is that we *are* God, then we know that
God exists and that is what we are.  But for someone who doesn't have that
assumption, they don't have that assurance or that kind of proof."

"Personally, I can believe that God exists, because my basic belief is that
God is all that is 'good'.  Love, life, the top of a mountain, the ease
and effort of running down a soccer field, courage in the face of fear,
the arc of a dolphin playing with the interface between sea and sky, the
scent of a flower, a Didi-spritely smile, the rush of white water in the
Skykomish, and any touching of perfection are all God.  So I 'know' that
God exists, I don't know God's limits, because I believe there are none,
especially not those of the human mind or imagination.

"But I also accept and 'know' that for some people God doesn't exist
because of their beliefs are that God doesn't exist.  Just as I know that
other people's concepts of who/what God is are very different than mine.
I accept that those are right for them, even as I believe that my beliefs
are right for me.  Even when they contradict.  Both contradicting
beliefs exist and are valid at the same time for the people holding them.

"Does that make any more sense?" she asks.

-- 
Phyllis Rostykus    | "... and how you feel can make it real  | - _US_
aka Liralen Li      | Real as anything you've seen            |   Peter
li@Data-IO.com      | Get a life with this dreamer's dream."  |   Gabriel
From: ajm@wag.caltech.edu (Abner J. Mintz)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Sunglasses (was Re: Hats)
Date: 28 Dec 1992 09:37:52 GMT
Organization: California Institute of Technology, Pasadena, CA
NNTP-Posting-Host: degas.wag.caltech.edu

>>Chip Olson says:
>>>"I am also among the myopic, and I have a pair of prescription sunglasses,
>>>and they work really well for me. 

>>"Gee, does that mean that we have to refer to you as a Myopic-American?"

>"That being the new, Politically Correct equivalent of "Four-Eyes", I suppose?"

"Exactly!  (Gee, that has to be one of the cornea jokes I've told ...)"
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: henry@netcom.com (Henry Polard)
Subject: Re: New Year Pizza Party
Organization: Netcom - Online Communication Services (408 241-9760 guest)
Date: Thu, 31 Dec 1992 06:14:34 GMT

In article <OLSON.92Dec30231605@husc8.harvard.edu> olson@husc8.harvard.edu (Chip Olson@somewhere.out.there) writes:
>In article <1992Dec31.003841.20212@ucc.su.OZ.AU> mar@physics.su.OZ.AU (David Mar) writes:
>
>>"G'day folks!" the radio blares with DM's voice, "Welcome to the first
>>ever Callahan's _Remote_Control_ New Year's Pizza Party!"

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.
Going back to the machine, he orders a Fun Guy pizza - lots of
Romano and a touch of Parmesan in the cheese, and truffles, morels
chanterelles, and portobellos on top (for this round).

After enjoying a slice, he leaves the rest for other to taste,
orders a Mortlach's, and goes to the chalk line.

"A toast to the new year - may it bring joy to all! *gulp*
*yum*>crash<

Henry Polard |Current drink: Guiness 
             |Current book: L'epuisement du soleil by Esther Rochon
             |Current music: Voices on the Eastern Wind by Kitka
             |Current current: 110V AC
             |Current currant: Black (in Robertson's Jam)
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From: henry@netcom.com (Henry Polard)
Subject: Bah!
Keywords: Virtual candy
Organization: Netcom - Online Communication Services  (408 241-9760 guest) 
Date: Fri, 25 Dec 1992 06:53:30 GMT

Henry opens an X-window into a candy store. He goes to a barrel of
clear mint candies with white stripes on them, buys a couple of pounds, 
and re-enters the Place. With a wild glint in his eye, he runs
about, tossing the candies to everyone and shouting, "HUMBUG!
HUMBUG!" until all but one of the candies are gone. As the candy
dissolves in his mouth, he laughs.

Henry Polard | Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker. -- O. Nash
From: keulen@csuvax1.csu.murdoch.edu.au (Splash!)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Hats
Date: 22 Dec 1992 22:05:58 GMT
NNTP-Posting-Host: csuvax1.csu.murdoch.edu.au

Oh yeah, I forgot one other hat I wear occassionally.  I also have a dark
blue woollen beanie ... it used to have a pom-pom on top, but it felt
unbalanced, so I removed it.  It was bought for me by a friend, when I was
skiing for the first time, a number of years ago.  I now wear it in winter
when I've been diving, and have to conserve my heat (what little I have
left after a long dive in winter).  It certainly works a treat, but again,
it's just another work hat really.

Splash!

--
		Splash!		*To love is to LIVE!*
   (aka Mike van Keulen -- e-mail: keulen@csuvax1.murdoch.edu.au)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: mdm@sparc2.Prime.COM (Michael D. McAfee)
Subject: snow and pizza and cons, oh my
Organization: Yale CS Mail/News Gateway
Date: Thu, 31 Dec 1992 20:00:46 GMT


		Mary gets a bunch of folks to head out into the
	snow.  The dark elf thinks about romping in the snow, getting
	into snowball fights, making snowfolks and angel patterns, and
	quickly...

		...goes into the kitchen to make up some hot chocolate.
	("Been in Boston since '82, and I still don't like winter.")
	But let's face it, getting warm again is one of the best parts
	of playing in the snow.

		But soon, the Place changes into an undersea New Year's
	Pizza Party.  Unfortunately, the elf doesn't have an appropriate
	costume ("Well, there are the costumes I made for Masquerades,
	but when was the last time you saw Edawrd Scissorhands or an
	Overlord underwater?")  So he goes over to the VPM to place an
	order of sausage pizza, when an idea strikes him ("WHAP!  Owww").  
	He presses a few buttons, and some spiffy pirate duds pop out
	(perfectly sized, too).

		Well, the P _is_ supposed to stand for anything beginning
	with a P :).

		Anyways, with all this talk about Evecon, I thought I'd
	remention for those who can get to Boston Jan 15-17 there's the 
	Arisia SF con.  I plan on being there, with "the Chaotic" on my 
	nametag.  It should be a lot of fun (hopefully this isn't too
	blatant a plug :).  If anyone's interested, we can probably meet
	up there for a RL.  Also, I'm helping out the folks running it,
	so if you'd like any info, feel free to ask.

	Sincerely,
	Michael, the Chaotic
	disclaimer:  that's not an opinion, that's a typo
From: jane@soave.swdc.stratus.com (Jane Beckman)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: seduction
Date: 22 Dec 92 00:06:42 GMT
Organization: Stratus Computer, Inc., San Jose, CA

Jilara winks.  "Of course, I'm partial to the soundtrack from
Batman, myself.  But then, I sort of regard that as "our"
song, anyway."  She snuggles up to Alaric and nibbles his ear.

"To me, good seduction music has a lot in common with good
driving music.  But then, zipping along Highway 1, at high
speed, late at night, has a lot of the same appeal..."  She
grins.  "And you thought it was just *men* and cars..."
--
  Jilara   [jane@swdc.stratus.com]

"The field of pseudo-science hasn't progressed much in ten
years, except to gain access to the net." --from ca.earthquakes
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski)
Subject: Re: S.R. does it again
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Tue, 29 Dec 1992 19:16:29 GMT



>Dreamweaver seems to daydream for a little while, then snaps out of his
>trance and heads for the bar,"Give me a Blessing, Mike." Then he puts his
>dollar on the counter, takes the Irish Coffee, and goes to the chalkline.

>	"Some of you may already have read it, but for those of you
>without subscriptions to Analog magazine, Spider Robinson has gone and
>done it. That's right, Mary's Place is open. January 1993 issue."
>	"The story is called _The Immediate Family_. I just finished reading
>it and its of the same consistent quality and good feeling as the original
>stories of Callahans. "


>	"To _The Immediate Family_."

><<<Crash.>>>


kitten hears this toast after she comes back in...she shakes the snow
out of her curls and adds her bit to dreamweaver's toast...

"don't wait, because it will be awhile.  spider said that the third
book in the "stardance" collaboration will come first...and 'analog'
is worth buying anyway..."


--
***************************************************************************
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: li@Data-IO.COM (Phyllis Rostykus)
Subject: Re: Hats
Organization: Data I/O Corporation
Date: Tue, 22 Dec 1992 02:33:08 GMT


Hmmm... I have four hats...

One is a baseball cap in BRIGHT Hawaiian print.  It's one that I usually
wear backwards and more for the looks than the protection.  It's pretty
against my black hair, chuckle... and hides the silver hairs.  Grin.

One is a red 'legionaires' hat, squareish with a round bill and two tails
down the back which are really good for preventing sunburn of the back of
the neck.   I got that one from Disneyland.  Grin.  I usually bring this
one for camping when there is lots of sun or mosquitos.  The tails also
keep mosquitos from biting the back of my neck.

And one is a pith helmet with a sweat band in front.  That one is fun for
summer vacations.

My sister gave me, for one Christmas, a neon YELLOW!!! stocking cap.  I
occassionally wear that one for soccer games when it's below freezing out.
It's nice because it doesn't get in the way of headers, but, occassionally
flies off if hit at a glancing angle.  It's also nice because then my
teammates have no trouble, whatsoever, in spotting me, so they don't have
that excuse not to pass to me.  So I do get the ball more often then.

John also owns a flat cap for driving, but it's too small for him, so I get
to wear it.  And I've made a couple of knit caps and stocking hats that are
fun, but I don't wear 'em.  Mostly give 'em away.

It's funny, but when I do wear a hat, I usually take it off before going
inside anywhere.  I once doffed my hat to a lady who called me "Young
sir." She liked that.  :)  I think it's cause she didn't expect someone
she thought was a teenaged boy to do that.  It's fun.

-- 
Phyllis Rostykus    | "... and how you feel can make it real  | - _US_
aka Liralen Li      | Real as anything you've seen            |   Peter
li@Data-IO.com      | Get a life with this dreamer's dream."  |   Gabriel
From: moh2@quads.uchicago.edu (Kateri/Mary Anne)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Not a carol.....happy holidays to all...
Date: 23 Dec 92 18:45:20 GMT
Reply-To: moh2@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations



The Twelve Days After Christmas
(as learned in Catholic choir....)

The first day after Christmas,
My true love and I had a fight.
And so I chopped the pear tree down and burned it just for spite.
Then with a single cartridge, I shot that awful partridge,
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.

The second day after Christmas,
I pulled on the old rubber gloves,
And very gently wrung the necks of both the turtledoves,
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.

The third day after Christmas, my mother caught the croup.
I had to use the three French hens to make some chicken soup.

The four calling birds were a big mistake,
for their language was obscene.

The five gold rings were completely fake,
and they turned my fingers green.

The sixth day after Christmas, the six laying geese wouldn't lay.
I gave the whole darn gaggle to the A.S.P.C.A.

On the seventh day what a mess I found,
All seven of the swimming swans had drowned,
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.

The eighth day after Christmas, before they could suspect,
I bundled up the eight maids a-milking,
nine ladies dancing,
ten lords a-leaping,
eleven pipers piping,
twelve drummers drumming...
and sent them back collect.

I wrote my true love,
"We are through, love!"
And I said in so many words,
Furthermore your Christmas gifts are for the....

	[choir breaks into two parts here]

Four calling birds,			biiiiiiiiiiii
Three french hens,			iiirrrrrrrrrr
Two turtledoves,			rrrrrrrrrrrdd
And a partridge in a pear tree.		ddddddddsssss.


-- 
 
Here, write it, or it will be erased by the wind.

					 - Isabel Allende
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: aaron@atlantis.uucp
Subject: Re: *Now* I can celebrate.
Reply-To: aaron%atlantis@kakwa.ucs.ualberta.ca
Organization: Atlantis Communications, Edmonton, AB, Canada
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL8]
Date: Wed, 30 Dec 1992 04:48:21 GMT

Jeffrey 'Taldin' Young (youngj4@rebecca.its.rpi.edu) wrote:
: "To The End Of My Worries--IT'S OVER!"

: He grins. "It appears, after all that worry, I seem to be the proud and
: relieved owner of my Very Own Comp Sci Bachelors Degree from RPI.
: Got a C in the course I thot I failed-  Prof. Issaccson, I might just name
: my first kid after you.   The long wait is over.  Four and a half years
: of -- no, 17 years of education, over.   Khai, this feels great!!!"

"Yay, Taldin!" Alfvaen says, sending his glass into the fireplace to join
the unicorn's.  "You're now an official Bachelor!  I've done that one already,
although I may yet be going back for my Comp. Sci. one, if nothing better turns
up between now and September...

"You might want to reconsider naming your firstborn chid Isaacson Young,
though if you do, let me know so I can add it to my files..."

-- 
---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--Tracy Chapman:Crossroads
Current Read--Tesseracts4
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski)
Subject: Re: An MIA returns! (-:
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Sun, 27 Dec 1992 20:27:12 GMT

In <1992Dec26.230824.14755@miavx1.acs.muohio.edu> dapetersen@miavx1.acs.muohio.edu (Toothpick (-:) writes:

>The door swirls open, catching the attention of those few left in the place
>for the holidays.  A smallish figure - perhaps woman sized - steps in with
>the cold wind and swirling, crystaline snow.  She's carrying a little bundle
>in her arms.

>She so covered in snow that no one can tell her identity, but she must know
>the place, since she carefully looks towards the chalkline before heading
>for the fire.  She stands for a while with her back to the flames, soaking
>up the warmth as the heat evaporates the snow from her and her bundle.

>Finally, with a last shake of her head, the hood of the thick winter coat falls
>off, revealing a familiar cheery face with blond hair.  Toothpick beelines for
>the bar.


kitten bounces over, strokes tux and hugs toothpick...."it has been
WAY to long...glad to have you back!"

--
***************************************************************************
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: snarf@access.digex.com (Sean Eustis)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: hugging back
Date: 22 Dec 1992 22:38:07 GMT
Organization: Express Access Online Communications, Greenbelt, MD USA
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: access.digex.com

Thyra--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?"

Dreamweaver opens his arms to accept the embrace of not only Thyra, but
any others who might pad over, with a suprising gentleness. He also gives
gentle scratches behind the ears to all the other fuzzy creaturesin the Place.
(Purrr.)

>She purrs as they embrace. "Mmmmm. That was nice. I think you'll do well
>here. See you later."

>A man in black leathers wearing a Greek Fisherman's cap notes Dreamweaver's
>somewhat astonished gaze,

(Not really astonished, more like appreciative.)

>By the way, my name's Jason, welcome to Callahans. Have a seat. Can I 
>buy you a drin?" Dreamweaver notes that Jason is working with some sort
>of laptop-sized personal computer...
>"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?"

	"A Long Island Ice Tea, thanks."
Dreamweaver realizes just _who_ he is talking to and almost spills his
drink (except that most of it was already in his mouth). "Silk and Steel!
I thought I recognised your address! I love your work, keep it up.
Hopefully I'll get to read more of your stuff later."
	"I'm not much of a net-jock myself, but I do appreciate the work
of those who are."
	"Ooh, I almost forgot to do something. I'll be back for my drink later."

Dreamweaver heads out the door to pick up his candle and put it away for
later. Turning to Didi-Sprite he says,
	"Hope my goodwishes help somewhat. And thank you for the X-mas
greeting. I really liked the poem you posted earlier, the one about the
two children and their father, but I can't find it anymore. Could you,
please, post it again or e-mail me a copy?"

Dreamweaver starts spinning a thread made of the kindness in his heart,
and after a short time has woven some blankets.
	"if anybody feels cold, take one and its yours."



-- 
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: jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu (Jimmy Malcolm Pierce)
Subject: Re: Martyr wakes up...!
Organization: University of Southern Mississippi
Date: Tue, 22 Dec 1992 05:53:22 GMT

>Abner nods.  "Well, I'm glad to hear that your thesis defense went well.  And
>sorry to hear about your other problems.  On the plus side: at least you can
>be sure that Santa will decide you were good, and bring you a present!  
>After all, nobody takes coal to Newcastle!"

    Nor Shrimp to the Gulf Coast ! :-)

>*Evil, sadistic (but seasonal) grin*

-- 
         Jim Pierce Bach. of Sci. in Applied Computer Science USM 
             jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu  Disclaimer: Standard.
                   Video. Cher: Love and Understanding.
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: amanda@wam.umd.edu (Me again)
Subject: Re: January birthdays
Organization: University of Maryland, College Park
Date: Tue, 29 Dec 1992 04:27:14 GMT

Birthdays, birthdays... i never did put mine on the blackboard did i?

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

And, Nick, if you haven't already told the bar and i missed it, what happened
to Stan?

Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: rich@theophilus.msfc.nasa.gov (Rich Krum)
Subject: Re: Hats
Reply-To: rich@theophilus.msfc.nasa.gov
Organization: Boeing Computer Support Services
Date: Mon, 21 Dec 1992 14:14:40 GMT

The Troll jumps in, to note that he has a genuine Australian
akubra.  It was given to him by his late father.  Unfortunately,
it has been 'tarted up' with a feather hatband, but that's how he
got it, and he refuses to change it.

It's a great hat for the rainy weather and sun and everything else.
Unfortunately, the brim interferes with the frame on my backpack,
so I wear a ball cap when I'm hiking.

--Troll
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From: trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski)
Subject: Re: boo
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Wed, 30 Dec 1992 13:23:49 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:

>"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?"

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....

but you, good sir, are welcome to call me what you will...shall i
fetch your drink, as well?"
--
***************************************************************************
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

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