HDTenEightyP/NetNews huggingface dataset:
From: JBrandt@AAA.UOregon.EDU (Jason & Thyra)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: New Year Pizza Party
Followup-To: alt.callahans
Date: 7 Jan 1993 16:15:42 GMT
Organization: the Polyhedron Group
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: aaa.uoregon.edu

In article <brumby.726381221@nella7.cc.monash.edu.au>,
brumby@nella7.cc.monash.edu.au (Stephen McNamara) wrote:
> 
>    The brumby hasn't had a chance to join in the festivities as yet.
> However...
> 
> JBrandt@AAA.UOregon.EDU (Jason & Thyra) writes:
> >In article <1993Jan4.204321.29551@crc.ricoh.com>, rowanf@crc.ricoh.com
> >(Rowan Fairgrove) wrote:
> >> and the Founder of the Feast -- the Octomouse 
> >          ^^^^^^^
> ><Grin> shouldn't that be 'flounder'? No squidding, it's a great party DM.
> 
>    "What, fishing for compliments? I should salmon up some peanuts to
> fin-ish you off!"

Jason chuckles "Well, I was just, sea-horsing around, y'know. Thought I'd
float it out and see what nibbled. I'll admit, I started this thread of
puns on porpoise."

>    The brumby realises that everyone except himself is in costume.
>    "Does anyone think they can help me here? Being somewhat challenged in
> the area of hands or similar appendages, I don't think I can manage a
> costume on my own. Anyone have any ideas on making the brumby into a
> sea-horse?"

Thyra swims up to Brumby and strokes the bridge of his nose. "You want to
be a Sea-horse, Brumby? I can fix that! The illusion will last only until
you get out of the water. Once you dry off, you will revert to normal, OK?
Remember, if you're out of the water more than five minutes, you change
back." 

Thyra looks deep into Brumby's eyes, and he sees them start to glow bright
blue. All of his attention focuses on the glow, and the noises of the party
seem to fade away. Soon, a warm glow starts at the middle of his chest,
spreading down his nether flanks. His front hooves also glow warmly. It is
a comforting warmth, gentle and soothing. He slips into the water of the
party, and his front hooves grow somewhat larger, with webs for swimming.
His strong back legs become a powerful tail, with irridescent green scales.
His mane is braided at the base with colorful kelp and corals, the rest
flowing freely in the water. He is magnificient! A Sea-horse indeed, with
his tail curled sedately under the barrel of his chest. The sounds of the
party resume, as people seem to notice his beautiful form for the first
time. Thyra, herself a twin-tailed mer-cat for the party, swims up to him
with a large green bundle in one webbed paw. "Brumby, you're -beautiful-!
King Neptune himself would be glad to have you with him on his travels."
She holds out the green bundle. "Would you like some sea-grass?"

Hugs and Purrs,
Jason & Thyra
From: s903040@minyos.xx.rmit.OZ.AU (Christopher Francis Anderson)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: boo
Date: 8 Jan 1993 04:53:18 GMT
Organization: RMIT Computer Centre
NNTP-Posting-Host: minyos.xx.rmit.oz.au

aaron@atlantis.uucp writes:

>"Are you on the level, Brumby, or you just being screwy?  I'm sure people will
>get plumb used to her new name if we hammer it into them.  It may be a bit of
>a strain at first, but if anyone gives us trouble, we'll just nail them.  If I
>saw any plankety-plank giving our wench a hard time, he'll get poleaxed."

Shoot him now! Shoot him now!

:-)

-- 
ThunderKat (a.k.a. Chris Anderson)    s903040@minyos.xx.rmit.oz.au

"Sam pressed the button. A few lights flashed on the CPU. And another human
life ended. Somehow, it's always sad, no matter what."
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: pel@maximo.enet.dec.com (Phillip E lujan)
Subject: Re: A Tall Tale for Twelfth Night
Reply-To: pel@maximo.enet.dec.com (Phillip E lujan)
Organization: Digital Equipment Corporation
Date: Thu, 7 Jan 1993 15:20:13 GMT

After enduring a tall tale worthy of Doc Webster, Starknight sputters on his
drink at the punchline.  "Mirth, gold and Franklin cents?!?!?!?  AAAAGH!"  And
runs screaming into the night, holding his nose...
From: JBrandt@AAA.UOregon.EDU (Thyra)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: New Year Pizza Party
Date: 8 Jan 93 21:54:46 GMT
Followup-To: alt.callahans
Organization: the Polyhedron Group
NNTP-Posting-Host: aaa.uoregon.edu

In article <1ilrdhINN9jt@newsman.csu.murdoch.edu.au>,
keulen@csuvax1.csu.murdoch.edu.au (Splash!) wrote:
> 
> JBrandt@AAA.UOregon.EDU (Jason & Thyra) writes:
> 
> >Thyra, herself a twin-tailed mer-cat for the party, swims up to him
> >with a large green bundle in one webbed paw. "Brumby, you're -beautiful-!
> >King Neptune himself would be glad to have you with him on his travels."
> >She holds out the green bundle. "Would you like some sea-grass?"
> 
> Splash swims over and admires the new aquatic Brumby "A wonderful
> transition indeed - congratulations Thyra and Brumby.  
> 
> "Now, about that seagrass ... might I enquire as to the species?"

Thyra looks at the sea-grass and pouts, but just a bit. "I don't know,
really. It came from Netarts Bay on the Oregon coast (About 45 degrees N
latitude, East rim of the Pacific Ocean). It's one of two types of kelp
that often is brought up on anchors and crab-pots the fishermen in the bay
use. Jason told me once it was what they looked for when fishing for perch
in the bay, as the prech fed in and around that kind of aquatic plant. 'Sea
grass' is what the local fishermen all called it. The 'leaves' resemble 5
mm to 10 mm wide blades of grass, one to three meters in length, and are
rooted in clusters on the sandy bottom of the bay. Usually found in zero to
four meters of sea-water. We've never been snorkling in that area, so I
can't tell you much more about it. I noticed however that when it dries it
looks a lot like land grasses, and I think I've seen marine mammals
munching on it, so I figured it would be OK to offer to Brumby in his
sea-horse form."

"The other kind they generally just call kelp. It has much wider leaves,
attached to a long, hollow, whip-like stalk, and is usually found in deeper
water. When this kind washed ashore, kids had a lot of fun playing with the
root-stalk, like it was a six to twenty-foot bullwhip. I've also heard of
folks making sliced, fresh stalks from that species into pickles, but I've
never eaten one."

Hugs and Purrs,
Thyra
From: snarf@access.digex.com (Sean Eustis)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: No subject
Date: 11 Jan 1993 04:21:15 GMT
Organization: Express Access Online Communications, Greenbelt, MD USA
NNTP-Posting-Host: access.digex.com

In article <106471@bu.edu> schweppe@acs.bu.edu (Edmund Schweppe) writes:
>Amanda (without the echo) writes:
>>I *love* troika! <grin> It's my favorite part of Markland medieval
feasts..." >>
>>She looks around for two other people to troika with... "You have to have 
>>several groups to do it properly, you know.  One after the other...."

>"Well, if you can show me how to troika..." Merlinvin hasn't got the 
>faintest clue how this dance works, but it sure sounds like fun.
Dreamweaver gathers Amanda and Melinvin and everybody else for the Troika,
and describes it the way he remembers it as row after row of dancers kick,
spin, laugh, and twirl,

	"Okay, do you see how there are several lines of people holding
hands right behind each other? Yeah, well the front line kicks their feet
up in a kind of jumping skip. That line starts kicking down to the end of
the feasting hall and forms a circle. The next line starts kicking up their
feet while the first line does a weaving pattern where one end of the
circle goes underneath the arms of the other end and usually getting mixed
up and running into each other, which isn't suppossed to happen but its fun
anyway, and then kicks back to the other end of the hall and in between
the people in the next line. This is done to a very loud drum beat and the
whole point is to have lots of fun and jump around alot. The other thing
that some people do while the line at the end of the hall is weaving
through each other, is to get a partner and swing around in a circle and
get dizzy. Wheee!"




-- 
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: aaron@atlantis.uucp
Subject: Re: New Year Pizza Party
Organization: Atlantis Communications, Edmonton, AB, Canada
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL8]
Date: Tue, 12 Jan 1993 04:28:55 GMT

Charles Olson (olson@husc8.harvard.edu) wrote:
: In article <1993Jan10.034802.25553@atlantis.uucp> aaron@atlantis.uucp writes:
: >The endless string of fish-puns gives Alfvaen an idea.  He dials up Radio Free
: >Colorado.  "Yes, could you please play 'I Lobster But Never Flounder' by
: >Pinkard & Bowden?  Thanks."  He hangs up, and a simple country-type melody
: >starts up.

: [Alfvaen's request deleted in the interest of the public health and safety]

: After everyone's finished groaning in agony, Castellan dials RFC.  "Yeah, an-
: other fish pun song... Wet Dream, by Ogden Edsl, at least I think it's him...
: OK, thanks!"

[Castellan's request deleted just for the halibut]

: Several patrons by this time have called in bomb threats to RFC to discourage
: them from ever playing that song again.  Castellan's only comment is, "I sup-
: pose it says something that I transcribed that little masterpiece entirely
: from memory.  What it says I don't know, nor do I care to."

"Yeah, I did mine from memory, too.  But then, I've listened to it a fair bit
in the six or so years since I first heard it...

"Somehow, while reading that, I pictured the guy from Was(Not Was) who does 'I
Feel Better Than James Brown' reading it.  With similar music underneath, in
fact..."

-- 
---Alfvaen(Still looking for "October's Baby")
"I'm gonna follow my feelings...I'm gonna follow my senses...I'm gonna follow   my compass!"  --Lone Justice
Current Album--Stewart Copeland:The Equalizer & Other Cliff Hangers
Current Read--Robert J. Sawyer:Far-Seer
From: narxtc@casc.math.uh.edu (Noah Ramon)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Wench
Date: 9 Jan 1993 09:02:21 GMT
Organization: UH Dept of Math
NNTP-Posting-Host: casc.math.uh.edu

ThunderKat writes : 
>Okay folks, do we shoot him now, or at dawn?

(Insert Warner Bros. routine with Daffy and Bugs here.)

Blut! (the sound a humor-seeking peanut makes when it hits a jokester.)



--
*******************************************************************           
* 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: JBrandt@AAA.UOregon.EDU (Thyra)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: New Year Pizza Party
Followup-To: alt.callahans
Date: 12 Jan 1993 01:32:26 GMT
Organization: the Polyhedron Group
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: aaa.uoregon.edu

In article <brumby.726632540@nella7.cc.monash.edu.au>,
brumby@nella7.cc.monash.edu.au (Stephen McNamara) wrote:
>    The brumby snorts as his attention is released from the spell. He peers
> down his nose at his newly changed body, and tries to catch sight of his
> mane out of the corner of his eye. Then he abruptly launches himself
> upwards, out of the water and comes down with a tremendous splash. He
> circles around Thyra and stops in front of her.
> 
>    "Thank you Thyra, this is *wonderful*!"
> 
>    The brumby hooks his head over Thyra's shoulder and presses her against
> his chest in a horsey-hug.

Which thyra returns by warmly embracing his neck. "You're welcome, Brumby!
Always glad to help a friend."

> He lets go and nuzzles the side of her face,
> blowing gently down his nose. 

While Thyra gently strokes his head from just below the eyes, down to the
tip of nis nose.

> Only then does he notice the green bundle
> Thyra is holding. (He must have been excited to not notice food for so
> long. :-) The brumby puts his nose down to sniff and see what the sea-grass
> is like.

Hugs and Purrs,
Thyra
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: feath@agora.rain.com (Feather)
Subject: Re: Water you all doing? *grin*  =8) 
Organization: Open Communications Forum
Date: Tue, 5 Jan 1993 16:43:32 GMT

In article <1993Jan2.204923.14816@miavx1.acs.muohio.edu> dapetersen@miavx1.acs.muohio.edu (Toothpick (-:) writess
>
>"Yum!  But..."  She looks around for a place to sit. "Where do you sit under
>the sea?" 

Feather delivers
her reply with deadpan magnificence...

"In an octopus's garden, in the shade?"   

"
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu (Jimmy Malcolm Pierce)
Subject: Re: an idle observation
Organization: University of Southern Mississippi
Date: Tue, 12 Jan 1993 15:38:56 GMT

Kiiten says:
>bi-bulb lears:
>
>>>You should hear what I did with Jell-o at my Birthday party!
>
>>The Didi-Sprite exercises her water-wings and 'flies' over to BiBulb.
>>Hovering near his left shoulder she queries:  "Well?"  Then, in true
>>spritely fashion, she observes:  "We are waiting, BiBulb!"
>
>"great gods and little fishes.....don't tell her."  kitten fakes a
>panicked look...."didi, you don't need any more perversity in your
>life... "

   And DJ hears this exchange of chatter... And then his face turns 
a brilliant scarlet, and then his neck... <gulp>

"Oh sorry, I have an active imagination... A techicolor imagination..." DJ.

-- 
         Jim Pierce Bach. of Sci. in Applied Computer Science USM 
             jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu  Disclaimer: Standard.
                      Video. Peter Gabriel: Steam
From: JBrandt@AAA.UOregon.EDU (Thyra & Jason)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: 1993
Followup-To: alt.callahans
Date: 5 Jan 1993 17:11:37 GMT
Organization: the Polyhedron Group
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: aaa.uoregon.edu

In article <1993Jan5.014431.1315@ucc.su.OZ.AU>, mar@physics.su.OZ.AU (David
Mar) wrote:
> 
> >Thyra and Jason swim up to Danger Squid. Thyra, her twin-tailed Mer-cat
> >form being much faster than Jason in his divers skinsuit, got there first.
> >She gives DM, er DS, a -very- warm and intimate hug.
> 
> Danger Squid accepts the hug gratefully.
> 
> After a couple of minutes, however, he begins gesturing to Jason that it
> might be nice if he could do something to restore DS's ability to breathe
> properly. Jason sneaks up and administers a quick tickle to Thyra's ribs,
> causing her to release her hold.

Jason grins, as he tickles Thyra. "Watch out DM. I think she's in an
affectionate mood tonight." She just grins and gives Jason a wink.

> >She turns to Danger Squid and takes two tentacles in each paw. "May I have
> >this dance?" she says with a merry grin, as she swims with him to the
> >dance floor.
> 
> "Why, of course." The two begin swimming gracefully around the dance
> floor.

After the dance, Thyra thanks DM with another hug. This time with her arms
-and- her tails. But she -does- remember to let go this time so he can
breathe. She turns head over heels in a tight swimming loop. "Delightful
Danger Squid! Thank you for the dance." and swims off in search of yet
another partner.

Jason watches her go. "She loves to dance, but rarely gets a chance. Before
the night is out, she'll probably have had every male in the place, and
half the females too, out there on the dance floor with her."

Hugs and Purrs,
Jason & Thyra
.
From: schweppe@acs.bu.edu (Edmund Schweppe)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: an idle observation
Date: 9 Jan 93 05:12:27 GMT
Organization: Boston University, Boston, MA, USA

kitten puns yet again:

>kitten whirls around....ready to club jammer.  but she refrains,
>because she understands what it means to be a diamond in the rough...
>his hearts are pure...kitten hands jammer a spade so he can clean up
>the nuts...

Merlinvin tries to suppress a chortle and fails miserably. "So, kitten,
THAT's why your RL name is Trump-inski!  Well, those puns deserve something
special..."  Merlinvin throws a handful of bridge mix at kitten.

>************************************************************************
>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

"Aha!  She's been finessing this one past us for who knows how long!
Well, once you're done carrying your trey around the Pl-ace, serving
drinks to every man jack here, you should sit down for a while - I don't
think you've eight even one piece of pizza yet!"

__________________________________________________________________________
Ed Schweppe o/k/a Merlinvin - schweppe@acs.bu.edu,
    (or for faster replies)   eschweppe%drcoa1.decnet@drcvax.af.mil
All standard disclaimers (also datclaimers and deotherclaimers) apply.
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski)
Subject: Re: A purple return...
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Wed, 13 Jan 1993 05:38:18 GMT




>>>The front door opens, and in a swirl of mauve snow,
>>>/* returns to The Place.
>  
>   [deleted]

>>>"Kitten!  I *LOVE* your hair!!!  Don't change it - lilac it that way!"
>>>He runs over to her to give her a hug.  "And with one of *my* hugs,
>>>we can match the rest of you to your hair!  Temporarily, at least!"

>>"thank you /*...nice to see you again...and i am getting used to
>>purple...(i like it...it was just a surprise...)

>"You are very welcome!   And you know,(with all of the Callahaners
>who say they like to wear black) - I like to wear black as
>well - since it highlights the purple so well!!
>>you are coming back to r.a.t.s., too, non?"  kitten and /* hang out in
>>another group...peopled with rats...
>A purple grimace floats across /*'s face.
>(But then again, what other color could Grimace be?)
>"I've been trying to, but for some reason my killfile isn't
>working properly, so I have 500+ posts to get through... "
>"So I don't know how long it'll be 'til I get back there.
>I miss being a rat!"

"well, are you at least seeing what's going on in RL (tm) ... the
return of the tadmeister...erica's coma (which is as boring as
natalie's well...all the mean, nasty types who are helping adam...?"

kitten sighs, "my life is like a soap opera, isn't yours?"
--
***************************************************************************
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: carrot@bear.stonemarche.org (Little red-headed girl)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re:  A returning
Distribution: world
Date: 12 Jan 93 18:12:41 EST

	Rachel runs over and hugs the Grey Lady. "I've been wondering
where you disappeared to... Soora and I have missed you (of course, she
missed Luth more). I tend to float in and out myself, but I'll always
respond to email."

--
+--------------------------+----------------------------------------------+
|	carrot		   |	carrot@bear.stonemarche.org               |
+--------------------------+----------------------------------------------+ 
|   "Feel what might be. See what I see. Again and again and again and    |
| again say you don't. You say you don't, but you will.                   |
|   "How can you be so near and not see?" -"If You Intend"-10,000 Maniacs |
+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski)
Subject: Re: an idle observation
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Sat, 9 Jan 1993 02:09:42 GMT

jammer:

>Yes, and he ought to be dealt with.
>A true shufflebrain.
>He should consider himself marked.
>When he needs a hand, he should just say so.
>I say this thread has gone to pot, and we're making enought noise
>to raise the dead.
>Someone's going to call the authourities.
>there's going to be a real showdown, and I'm not sticking around for it.
>I'll pass that responsibiliie on.
>If my ante where here, she'd be horiffied.
>I say we should throw him in solitare.
>And feed him fish.

>Jammer opens the door, and two gorrillas walk in. They immediatly go to
>the phone, and begin dialing phone numbers at a horrendous rate, buying
>and selling stocks & bonds, dialing again, selling, hanging up, dialing,
>dialing, dialing.

>Jammer, with a sweeping bow, announces:

>"Or, as a final option, we could just turn him over to the Crazy Apes."

>Jammer dives for his dark corner to avoid the peanuts.



kitten whirls around....ready to club jammer.  but she refrains,
because she understands what it means to be a diamond in the rough...
his hearts are pure...kitten hands jammer a spade so he can clean up
the nuts...
--
***************************************************************************
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: Re: To New Life!
Date: 11 Jan 1993 04:13:19 GMT
NNTP-Posting-Host: csuvax1.csu.murdoch.edu.au

brumby@nella7.cc.monash.edu.au (Stephen McNamara) writes:


>>I just got home a minute ago- my wife is staying a few days since it was
>>a Caesarean delivery. 

>   "Well, my mother-in-law had three Caesareans, and thought that it was a
>much better idea than the other way. :-) She says she recovered quite
>quickly."

Splash giggles "Reminds me of my mother-in-law ... when she was getting
close to having her first, she enquired `Where will the baby come out?',
to which the reply was `Why, the same place it went in!'.  At which point
she turned green and wanted to terminate the pregnancy  :-)  She _was_
somewhat naive at that point in her life  :-)"

--
		Splash!		*To love is to LIVE!*
   (aka Mike van Keulen -- e-mail: keulen@csuvax1.murdoch.edu.au)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: parakeet@wixer.cactus.org (Jim Eikner)
Subject: Return...
Organization: Real/Time Communications
Date: Mon, 11 Jan 93 00:43:13 GMT



The front door swings open and there, silhoutted against the rainy exterior, is
a vaguely familiar form. He steps forward into the light and removes his hat
and takes a deep draw on his Cheroot. Several regulars ponder his face and pull
a name from the distant past...

PARAKEET!

"Well, I see the weather is still just as 'charming' as ever around here..."

He shakes the rain from his serape and walks to the bar. He slaps down his
money as a frosty Pearl is produced for his pleasure.

"Keep it..."

He takes a deep swig and moves to the jukebox to punch up some Patsy Cline.
Nodding to both familiar and new faces he settles in at his usual two-top
and surveys the room.

"Damn it's good to be back! As weird as this place is I kinda missed it..."

Parakeet then settles into a long afternoon of beer and remembrance...




						--- Parakeet ---

-- 

"...for no man lives in the external truth among salts and acids, but in
 the warm, phantasmagoric chamber of his brain, with the painted windows
 and the storied wall."  --- RLS ---
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