HDTenEightyP/NetNews huggingface dataset:
From: cblandy@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu (Chris Blandy)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk
Subject: Re: "Cyberpunk breakins" (was: re: Gibson)
Date: 29 Sep 92 06:27:36 GMT
Organization: The University of Texas at Austin

In article <1992Sep24.135907.7361@informix.com> dsimon@informix.com writes:
>**Actually, most people call it dumpster-diving.
>

Irrelevant..I used to trash, and I never called it dumpster-diving.

>**Again...where do you get this stuff?  The only case I know of involving 911
>was that the editors of one of the hacker-rags printed a whole lot of inside 
>information on the 911 system...internal documents and all.  Bell tried to sue
>but failed in court, the court ruling that no real damage had been done.
>  This is not to say that some people haven't caused extreme damage in their hacking 
>endevours...but not to a 911 system yet (that I have heard of)
>
>don simon
>Maybe, just maybe...Nawh.

Have you ever heard of LoD?  Or Steve Jackson Games?  Craig Niedorf?

Quit wasting bandwidth..


-- 
--Chris Blandy             | "All the world's an analog stage, and digital
cblandy@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu |  circuits only play bit parts"
                           | "All power corrupts, but we need the electricity!"
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk
From: scarrobi@shearson.com (Steve Carrobis)
Subject: Re: What is Bladerunner?
Reply-To: scarrobi@shearson.com
Organization: Lehman Brothers, Inc.
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1992 20:13:40 GMT

actually it does belong here ...
 BLADERUNNER: took place in the future  where CYBERware existed ... the REPLICANTS
are a type of CYBERPUNK ... or actually the reverse ... a robot teched down to human reseblance ... usually a CYBERPUNK is teched up beyond human appearance... like say 
the BORG on Next generation Star Trek...

   Steve C.
From: majcher@acsu.buffalo.edu (Salamander~)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk
Subject: Re: Mondo 2000 #7 and Technoculture
Date: 29 Sep 92 21:26:05 GMT
Organization: UB

tbredeho@magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu (Thomas A Bredehoft) writes:

>Ultimately, I think _Mondo 2000_'s concern with glitzy, superficial 
>visuals denies any real connection with the literary aims of the cyberpunk
>genre.
	Hooray!

>his review, as he calls the K/S writers S/K writers, and places Penley on the
>faculty of the University of Santa Barbara, rather than UCSB.  
	One Step to Improve the Enjoyment of Life:
	------------------------------------------
	1)  Remove stick from ass.

>more on sensationalistic titles and captions ("Radioactive 50-ft. Woman Has 
>Period in Space") than on intellectual content, _Mondo 2000_ is far more suited
>to pseudo-intellectual, economically privileged wanna-bes than for people 
>trying
>to deal appropriately with the intrusion of technology into daily life.
	Yay pseudo-privileged wanna-be intelligent economists!
	
>_Mondo 2000_ seems instead to be merely self-serving,
>self-congratulatory, self-indulgent glitz.  
	And it's _ONLY_ $5.95 (or even _less_ if you subscribe!!!)!
How can you beat a deal like that, when you're _looking_ for
self-serving, self-congratulatory, self-indulgent glitz, hm?  M2K's
the best source o'dat shit that I can find...and I _am_ impressed...

Marc

PS.  Lighten up, huh?



-- 
  majcher@acsu.buffalo.edu     *  The meek shall inherit the earth,   *
  Marc Majcher@P.O. Box 156          and the wise keep moving on...
     Amherst, NY  14226        *   The Earth is our Mother, but how   *
    Voice: (716) 834-1648       many of us still live with our mother?
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
From: jgoodric@dante.nmsu.edu (GOODRICH)
Subject: About that Ninja...
Organization: New Mexico State University, Las Cruces, NM
Date: Mon, 5 Oct 1992 19:00:27 GMT

	                          The Rebuttal
                 Copyright 1992, John Goodrich

After the Master Electrician and the Foley Crank had disappeared, but before 
Cliche Dude was able to get up from his monogrammed director's chair, a 
looming shadow fell over him.  Uglyjack looked down with the smile he used to 
scare away children.  "I don't like what you've done to the bar." he said quietly.
	"Well," Cliche Dude started, but he never finished.  The grim monstrosity 
grabbed the hair on the back of his head, and dragged him ignominiously 
towards the bar.
	Once there, he smashed the offending face against the hardwood of the bar.,  
Blood flew, and there was the sickening crunch of cartilage as the director's 
Roman nose gave way.  Then 'Jack moved the ruined face to a few inches from 
his own.  Again, he smiled.  Cliche Dude winced, and flopped weakly in the 
leather-wrapped grip.
	Jack sighed, and lowered the face once more.  " I just wanted you to see that 
I am not one of your generic Ronin.  So you will under-STAND-" His voice grew 
louder as he smashed the helpless face against the bar again, "that I don't en-
JOY-" again, the face rebounded, "being made FUN of."  With the last emphasis, 
the face again crashed down onto the wooden bar, and there was the crack of 
several bones giving away.  Uglyjack let go, and let the ruined Avatar of the  
Mediocre Game slump to the floor.
	  The bar was covered with spattered blood and a few clots of tissue.  'Jack 
looked up at Ratz, "Gimme a rag, unless you want the stains to set."  Grimacing, 
Ratz complied, and watched as the larger man wiped the counter.
	But when the work was done, Jack looked under his barstool, and noticed that 
Cliche Dude had crawled away.  "Hell," he muttered, "and you know he'll go 
make another suppliment."  He sighed, and ordered a wall banger, paid up, and 
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
From: timk@tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca (Tim Kuehn)
Subject: Re: ADMIN: Writer's block
Organization: TDK Consulting Services
Date: Wed, 07 Oct 1992 03:17:54 GMT

In article <80970@ut-emx.uucp> wolfone@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu (Patrick Chester) writes:
>Hey! Any of you know any quick cures for writer's block? I'm stuck in 
>part 2 of my story trying to figure out how to run a fight.
>I *hate* writer's block.

Start at the end result of your fight and then work backwards. Once 
you've got a basic outline of how everything has to happen, work 
forwards and fill in the details.

Works for me.

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    +	Tim Kuehn   + 	TDK Consulting   +    (519)-888-0766	
    +	<><         + 	Services         +    timk@tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca 
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From: dmr@medicated.Corp.Sun.COM (Daniel M. Rosenberg)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
Subject: Re: The Castle [ part 1 ]
Date: 6 Oct 92 20:24:37 GMT
Reply-To: dmr@medicated.Corp.Sun.COM
Organization: Sun Microsystems, Inc.
NNTP-Posting-Host: medicated.corp.sun.com

Pardon the doubling up there. The posting mechanism here has been
a bit rambunctious lately....

---
# Daniel M. Rosenberg        Dan.Rosenberg@Corp.Sun.COM   +1 415 688 9580
# Opinions expressed above aren't Sun's.
From: houk@athena.cs.uga.edu (Joshua 'Santo!' Houk)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
Subject: [none]
Date: 2 Oct 92 21:36:28 GMT
Organization: University of Georgia, Athens

As the steel grey sky let loose with its load of chemically tainted
water, Tom Bremen waved frantically at any transport that flashed
its headlights in his direction. Time after time again, the scraggly
behemoths who drove these iron tanks accelerated past him - a
non-verbal "screw you" that stung like a hornet. Not because of
rejection. Only because Bremen was getting seriously drenched at this
point.

After three hours of desperate thumb-waving, a tiny moto-car pulled
into the gravel sidebar. Bremen took his chance and jumped inside,
and the dirty yellow cab sped off...

While shaking his head free of the water that had drenched his dark,
shoulder-length hair, he glanced at his benevolent angel. What Bremen
saw was a short, aging man - wrinkled, white tufts of hair reveling
in uncombed glory, a pipe with some foul-smelling substance almost
falling out of his mouth, the smoke wafting throughout the cramped
compartment. Yeah - thought Bremen as he smiled to himself - this is
heaven....
-- 
Joshua Houk  ||  houk@athena.cs.uga.edu
[co-moderator of the Indie-List : email for info!]
"I wanna be a goddamn hero."
   - the Didjits
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
From: jgoodric@dante.nmsu.edu (GOODRICH)
Subject: Greetings, of a sort
Organization: New Mexico State University, Las Cruces, NM
Date: Thu, 1 Oct 1992 21:12:00 GMT

	The door was again darkened by an enormous shadow.  A large figure strode 
from the door to the bar, shaking the last of the misty rain off a worn leather 
jacket.  
	At the bar, he extends two thick fingers and says to Ratz, "two brain tumors."
The produced drinks look as unpleasant as the name suggests., reminiscient of a 
small mamalian brain preserved in formaldihyde.  The giant gulps one down, 
winces, and clears his throat.  "Good shit" he says.
	Holding the other drink in a paw, he moves over towards Jack mills, keeping 
his hands steady and in plain sight.  As he passes under one of the bare bulbe 
that illuminates Chat, everyone gets a glimpse of the scarred right side of the 
man.  The right side of his face looks like it was chewed on by an army of rats for 
a long week.  The flesh is an unhealthy grey, and eye white with a cataract.  The 
right hand is also pocked and unhealthy, although there is no sign of stiffness to 
his movements. 
	He stands over Mills' table, looking down with one blind eye.  
	"Mills," he rumbles, " I heard you can fix someone up with a job.  I need a job.  
I'm a third don in Judo, and really good with a handgun, too.  My name's 
Uglyjack."
From: IDS07215@APPSTATE.EDU (*Matthew Justin Harmon)
Subject: The Shipment/2
Organization: APPALACHIAN STATE UNIVERSITY
Date: Sun, 4 Oct 1992 20:00:01 GMT
X-News-Reader: VMS NEWS 1.24

   The asian was nervous.  Stevens thought that this might be because of his
nine millimeter, but then dimissed the thought...Koreans, as far as he was
concerned, just didn't get nervous about things like contraban, which was
basically what this little plucker was talking about.
   "You corprate?"  he asked.
   And the asian squirmed.  Yeah, thought Stevens, that's it.
   "No.  No, what ever gave you that idea...?"
   "Not important, Saito.  Fill me in, where to, what type of flack, how much,
and I want a reference to check you with...."
   "These things will take time..."
   "No, Saito.  We may be in Japan, but you're going to move like it's Germany.
Like I said before, I have no time.  I want the info now."
   Saito looked up at a clock hanging nearby.  "Very well.  You will be
carrying a very special cargo, very special, so special, in fact..."
   Stevens pulled the hammer back on the nine millimeter, "Don't waste my time,
man...."
   "It's a component for an...uh, what is the word, satelite."
   "What type, who to, where from, and will there be any flak involved?"
   "Industrial, to Seoul, from Osaka...We will provide you with the proper IFF
codes."
   "And let's not forget payment, my little asian friend..."
   "One million Swiss francs, plus fuel and aircraft mantainence."
   Stevens whistled, and lowered the hammer.  "And your reference?"
   "Steven Chu."
   Yeah, thought Stevens, definately corprate, with a capital C, as he put the
gun away.
   "When do I pick this most wonderous instrument up?"
   "16:30 GMT, 01:30 local time.  You will be at the Osaka airport, then?"
   "Yeah, I just have to make a couple of phone calls, you understand...."
   "Yes, yes, certainly."
   Stevens smiled as he watched the Korean leave the Chatsubo, picked up
the telephone, and paid Chu a collect phone call.

Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
From: JBrandt@AAA.UOregon.EDU (Jay Brandt (Thyra))
Subject: Re: Latest in the Archives saga!
Organization: University of Oregon, Architecture
Date: Mon, 5 Oct 92 20:26:40 GMT

In article <1992Oct5.022841.2904@organpipe.uug.arizona.edu>,
hgb@catalina.edu (Hubert Bartels) writes:
> 
> The screen advertising Kirin Lite behind Ratz's head beeps.
> Flashes and beeps again. Letters start to form on the screen.

<Great info about the archives deleted for bandwidth>

> hours." He wipes tears from his eyes and stares down into the empty glass.
> "Ratz, where am I going to find another cat eared woman like..."
> 
> The door of the Chatsubo opens. The programmer turns around on his seat to
> look at the latest arrival.

At the same time, the screen flickers again, , and he hears a purring
sound. Looking directly at him out of the screen is the face and shoulders
of a very attractive, very feline woman. This is rather disturbing, as it
is supposed to be a display-only screen. She has downy golden fur, with
collar-length curls a few shades darker. The curls do nothing to hide a
pert set of feline ears. The only clothing he can make out is a black
velvet choker, set with some sort of blue stone. 

She giggles a moment, and twitches her cat-like whiskers at him. He sees a
feline tail flick past her shoulder. "Why Hubert," she says, "Some women
just don't appreciate a man who knows what to do with information. Unlike
myself." 

He gets up and moves to the other end of the bar. Her gaze tracks him
accurately. She says "We'll be seeing more of each other, sooner than you
might think." 

The screen disolves back into it's usual unending display of innane ads.
But in one corner of the screen, in elegant, bright blue, cursive script,
there is a single word. Perhaps it is a name.
"Thyra"
From: kxh16@po.CWRU.Edu (Kathleen Hardy)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
Subject: Re: ADMIN: Writer's block
Date: 3 Oct 1992 04:08:13 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, OH (USA)
Reply-To: kxh16@po.CWRU.Edu (Kathleen Hardy)
NNTP-Posting-Host: thor.ins.cwru.edu


In a previous article, wolfone@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu (Patrick Chester) says:

>Hey! Any of you know any quick cures for writer's block? I'm stuck in 
>part 2 of my story trying to figure out how to run a fight.
>
>I *hate* writer's block.
	Got a deck of Tarot cards? Deal out five poker hands of
	five cards each. Go through each stack until you find a
	'story' or a set of cards that meshes with what's going on.
	If it fits, use it. If it doesn't, try it again. :) Either
	way, you get interesting stuff.
	Or find something else to work on. :)
	(Or you could do what I do - go to class. ;)

Kitten

-- 
And I don't want to ever feel like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way...
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
From: li@Data-IO.COM (Phyllis Rostykus)
Subject: Re: ADMIN: Writer's block
Organization: Data I/O Corporation
Date: Mon, 5 Oct 1992 16:32:46 GMT

In article <80970@ut-emx.uucp> wolfone@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu (Patrick Chester) writes:
>Hey! Any of you know any quick cures for writer's block? I'm stuck in 
>part 2 of my story trying to figure out how to run a fight.
>
>I *hate* writer's block.

Chuckle.. doesn't everyone?

The one way that I beat it is to write anyway.  Grin... even if it's just
a letter to a friend or a completely different story.  I just write 
anything and that usually loosens stuff up enough to get back on a story.
Sometimes, though, a certain story will just get stuck; and I have to leave
it alone for a while until I can finish it.  One story had six months
between part 4 and part 5.

----
Phyllis Rostykus
li@inigo.Data-IO.com
From: IDS07215@APPSTATE.EDU (IDS1101101)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
Subject: The Shipment
Date: 29 Sep 92 16:24:52 GMT
Organization: APPALACHIAN STATE UNIVERSITY
X-News-Reader: VMS NEWS 1.24


   It took awhile for the asian to get to him.  Stevens looked around and said, 
"Who the fuck'r you?"
   The asian smiled and sat down across from him.  "You have come here to do
business?"
   "No.  You stupid enough to do business here?"
   "I understand you are a trader, a...Pilot."
   "Look man, sounds to me like you have the wrong guy," Stevens said, "The
airports that way.  I don't fly planes - I just kill people who think I do."
   "You are Stevens, are you not."
   "A couple of folks think that's my name..."
   "Stevens flies cargo, yes."
   Stevens pulled out the nine millimeter, and pointed it at the asian's chest,
"Listen asshole, I don't have time for bounty hunters, and I sure as hell don't
have time for greasy little orentials trying to sell me down the river.  What
the hell do you want, and who the fuck are you.  You got about ten seconds
before I blow your fucking intestines all over the back of that seat."
   There was a slight pause, and then the asian said, "My name is Saito, from
Korea.  I have a...Proposition for you.  Yes, that is the word."
   Stevens kept the gun to the asian's chest and said, "So deal, my man, so
deal."
From: jgoodric@dante.nmsu.edu (GOODRICH)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
Subject: OOps...
Date: 6 Oct 92 16:11:16 GMT
Organization: New Mexico State University, Las Cruces, NM


	OOps...  I seem to have stepped on some toes.  My apologies, and 
whatever other obsequities you require.  I'll be posting some more
stories, but these aren't, shall we say, off the cuff.
	I apologize to whoever's character I abused, I was showing
my displeasure at what I feel is coming a growing trend; bland c-punk
movies and games.  No personal feelings were involved.
	Thanks to all those who set me straight.
	
	On with the Mayhem!

	John Goodrich
From: hgb@catalina.edu (Hubert Bartels)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
Subject: Latest in the Archives saga!
Keywords: Archives
Date: 5 Oct 92 02:28:41 GMT
Organization: Optical Sciences Center

The screen advertising Kirin Lite behind Ratz's head beeps.
Flashes and beeps again. Letters start to form on the screen.

>>>>>Message header. From Hubert Bartels,   01-OCT-92.........
The articles in the Chatsubo newsgroup are available for......
anonymous FTP from <catalina.opt-sci.arizona.edu>.............
IP number is [128.196.206.60].................................
Files can be found in pub/chatsubo......................<<<<<<

"Ratz, she left me..." A bespectacled programmer drains his beer and
taps it against the bar, ordering another hit. 

Ratz nods his head sadly and refills the chipped glass.

"She wouldn't listen. She didn't care that I revised the archive for
alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo. She wasn't interested that I've divided the
back issues into larger files, roughly corresponding to the time that
the articles where posted. However, in 1992, I've started keeping
the files by article number (400-499, etc.)" He starts sobbing.

Ratz shakes his head in apparent agreement and wipes up the beer spilling
from the programmer's glass.

The programmer slams the beer down his throat and slams the glass on the
battered bartop. "The files are now compressed, and up to date as of
September 15, 1992. If there are any problems, write to me at the address
below. As usual, please try to restrict FTP'ing to evening and weekend
hours." He wipes tears from his eyes and stares down into the empty glass.
"Ratz, where am I going to find another cat eared woman like..."

The door of the Chatsubo opens. The programmer turns around on his seat to
look at the latest arrival.
--
Hubert Bartels          INTERNET: hgb@catalina.opt-sci.arizona.edu
Optical Sciences Center (602)-621-2032
University of Arizona   "Uchi-ra wa Buaku-do no Annapuna to Yunipuma ya!" 
Tucson, AZ, USA 85721   "Senshatai Yaburetari!!" Annapuma & Unipuma, Dominion
From: strake@coos.dartmouth.edu (strake)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
Subject: Character Contact list
Keywords: characters, contacts, addresses
Date: 29 Sep 92 18:46:47 GMT
Organization: Dartmouth College, Hanover, NH

Ok, another month, an updated list. In the interests of saving space I will
post a short list which is just names, occupations, and who to contact.
I have a longer list which contains more information, such as the chronicles
they have been in, and a few lines on their personality or more in depth
job descriptions.  If you want the other info tell me, I'd be glad to mail
it to you. If you have any corrections, updates, or characters you want added
to the list send em to me. I'll be posting updated lists near the end of each
month. Keep the stories coming.

Oh yeah, its in more or less alphabetical order by their common (street) names

Name:Brick (B Richard Wallace)  Occup:Programmer
Owner: David Palmer             Contact: palmer@tgrs.gsfc.nasa.gov

Name: The Countess              Occup: Cowgirl
Owner: Jen M Collins            Contact: almitra@dartmouth.edu

Name: Drax                      Occup: Demolitions/Security/Thief
Owner: Nathaniel Tagg           Contact: tagg@hg.uleth.ca

Name: Frey                      Occup: unknown
Owner: Kathryn Andersen         Contact: kat@werple.apana.org.au

Name: Sarai Garret              Occup: Holo-artist
Owner: Kathryn Andersen         Contact: kat@werple.apana.org.au

Name: Maxwell (Max) Gibbs       Occup: Physicist/Inventor/deus ex machina
Owner: Mark Friedman            Contact: friedman@cis.ohio-state.edu

Name: Kidd                      Occup: Rigger
Owner: Sean Jameson             Contact: strake@dartmouth.edu

Name: Klone Crimson (Fred Marx) Occup: Ex-corp decker turned musician
Owner: Mark Friedman            Contact friedman@cis.ohio-state.edu

Name: The Legend (Mr. Smith)    Occup: Cowboy
Owner David Palmer              Contact: palmer@tgrs.gsfc.nasa.gov

Name: Jack Mills                Occup: Information Broker
Owner: Kathryn Andersen         Contact: kat@werple.apana.org.au

Name: Panu                      Occup: Telepathic Vadin-cat
Owner: Kathryn Andersen         Contact: kat@werple.apana.org.au

Name: Ski (Dennis Broskowski)   Occup: Cowboy
Owner: Dan McDonald             Contact: danmcd@cs.arizona.edu

Name: Tarren                    Occup: dead cowboy in the matrix
Owner: Kathryn Andersen         Contact: kat@werple.apana.org.au

Name: unknown ('the kid')       Occup: surviving (cowboy?)
Owner: David Palmer             Contact: palmer@tgrs.gsfc.nasa.gov

Name: Viadd                     Occup: communications specialist
Owner: David Palmer             Contact: palmer@tgrs.gsfc.nasa.gov
--
                    . . . . .                      strake@dartmouth.edu
         .     :    .       .    :     .
   :     :    .  :             :  .    :     :      it seemed a good
   :          :                   :          :      idea at the time
From: GAYNOR@agvax2.ag.ohio-state.edu (Jim Gaynor)
Subject: ADMIN: Format, please!!!
Organization: The Ohio State University - OCES
Date: Tue, 6 Oct 1992 22:37:39 GMT
X-News-Reader: VMS NEWS 1.24

"AAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

In a rather homey apartment on the north end of Columbus, Ohio,
someone sounds just the slightest bit unhappy.

"Jeez, I don't believe this," he says, taking off his glasses and
running his hands through collar-length black/brown hair.

He points at the screen of the computuer in front of him, motioning at
lines of text that end abrubtly at the right edge of the screen.

"I mean, look at this.  This must be the third story I've seen this
way.  Someone's using an editor that wraps what can't be displayed,
but doesn't actually put a carriage return in."  He rubs the day-old
stubble on his angular jaw.

"So, sure maybe they're using a newsreader that'll autowrap lines
longer than 80 characters, but I'm not.  Hell, if they don't want to
put any effort into formatting their stories for other folks, I don't
see why I should bother reading this..."

A finger hovers over the key that will bring up the next article for a
brief moment before descending, relegating the poorly formatted
article to the bin of "marked as read."

MORAL: Please, please, please.  Make certain that your postings have
less than 80 characters per line.  About 65 is a good value to use -
leaves plenty of room for later attribution.  Not all of us have
newsreaders that wrap long lines, and even when we do, the articles
look ugly and are difficult to read.


---
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OSU/ACS/FMS/OCES | <gaynor@agvax2.ag.ohio-state.edu> or <gaynor.4@osu.edu>
Disclaimer:  Everything stated here and above is -my- opinion.  Mine mine mine!
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