From: bberbeni@nyx.cs.du.edu (Bill Berbenich)
Subject: Re: Morning Thunder Tea
Organization: University of Denver, Dept. of Math & Comp. Sci.
Date: Tue, 29 Dec 92 04:19:18 GMT
Expires: Mon, 11 Jan 1993

In <1992Dec28.193149.23935@email.tuwien.ac.at> alex@vmars.tuwien.ac.at (Alexander Vrchoticky) writes:

>bill, what the hell is wrong with you? the stuff you've been posting lately 
>is starting to worry me. are you going for that image of the 
>born-again, in frantic love with every little detail in the world, what 
>used to be a `trust me' smile changed into the grimace of a permanent 
>grin which is broad enough to be tied together at the back of your head?

Good point there, Alex.  My peevesome edge has been dulled lately.  I know
as well as anyone that this isn't alt dot happy dot fucking dot day!  I just
can't help but think that my recent good fortunes seem to follow along with
that ancient Hebrew maxim that the sum of good and bad in one's life is zero.
I don't recall it any more precisely than that right now.

>if so, you've succeeded; now cut it out. if not, get your act together! 
>this is, after all, alt.peeves, and who am i to tell you what is
>expected here?

Here's some peeves - the weather here has REALLY sucked the last few days,
what with freezing rain and ice.  The fan/drive belt on the Billmobile
snapped the other morning (fortunately, I pre-planned and had a spare and
some essential tools in the car) - well, it didn't snap but it is now
quite useless;  let's say it jumped the track and got a bit chewed up by
the time everything slowed down...  Cave crickets have decided to take up
residence in the house where I live.  And now I have a nasty rhino virus
up my right nostril that has mucous and phlegm running out that nostril
like a fucking waterfall.

A person was killed the other night while using my favorite nearby ATM
(but I have an airtight alibi), and a woman disappeared while using my
next-favorite one.  Bad night, Saturday, for that sort of thing...

And lest I forget, the quiet little neighborhood where I live has been
transformed into a hellish place with a recent spate of group barking
frenzies from the neighborhood dog population.  I can and does happen
at all hours, though the after-11pm episodes are quickly quelled,
presumably by sleepy, fearful owners.  I probably would never know this
except that I have been trapped in Casa del Bill because of the sucky
weather and general circumstances.

So, even though life has been a bed of cherries it has not been a bowl
of roses.

ObDecaturNewsForAJingHippy - East Decatur High School's band is going to
                             England to play for Liz Regina on New Year's
                             Day.

And although I didn't mention it here before, the Psycho Bitch From Hell
came by a few weeks ago to beg $500 out of me so she could pay the
deductible on her wrecked car and get it back.  I courteously and succinctly
refused and that's the last I've heard, seen, or smelled (nice smell,
actually) of her.  And she isn't really a psycho except for the fact that
she is weak and undisciplined.  That's why she doesn't scare me in the
least.  But enough of that.

Hope this has quenched everyone's thirst for Billpeeves.  If not, I'm sure
I can come up with more.

Statutorily,
  -Bill

P.S.  See you Beigh Aryans in a few weeks...