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From: dbriggs@zia.aoc.nrao.edu (Daniel Briggs)
Subject: Re: Pet Cats
Organization: National Radio Astronomy Observatory, Socorro NM
Date: Thu, 1 Oct 92 08:21:10 GMT

In article <AemW_Mq00WAxE3Z0Fn@andrew.cmu.edu> John sez:
>>Have you got anything to slow a small black cat down???
>
>Have you tried very small parachutes?

We call them pilot chutes.  Or occasionally drogues.  Actually, the drogue
from a tandem rig would do a pussy cat quite well.  I've even heard a
skydiver mention, apparently seriously, that he was making his cat a rig
based around one.  (Don't ask me for more details, I don't have them, and I
can't remember who it was!)

There was an article in CATS magazine about a cat that got off on jumping
from great heights.  It started with tables as a kitten, and progressed to
repeated 30+ foot leaps from a tree as an adult.  His owner was a skydiver,
and took the cat for a jump, in a little pouch attached to his chest.  It's
a little hard to say if the cat enjoyed it, but at least it didn't freak
greatly.

Dan'l, who, all appearances to the contrary, is a cat lover.

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From: keulen@possum.csu.murdoch.edu.au (Mike van Keulen)
Subject: Re: schooling
Organization: Murdoch University
Date: 29 Sep 92 08:28:07 GMT

u906451@bruny.cc.utas.edu.au (Damien Saunders) writes:

>Now to confuse anyone who isn't a Australian, I will run you through the
>local equivalent of my Schooling up to University (now)

>Primary School: Kindergarden, Grades 1 to 6. (grade 6 I was 11.)
>High School: Grades 7 to 10 (grade 10 I was 15)
>College: 1st and 2nd year (2nd year I was 17)
>University: 1st, 2nd, 3rd (now I am 20)

Whoa there ... WA doesn't follow all of that you know.  Over here we have:

Primary school: Kindergarten, Grades 1 to 7 (Grade 7 they're 12)
High school: Grades ("years") 8 to 12 (Grade 12 they're 17)
University: Bachelors degree 3 years (4 for honours); age ?
	    Masters degree 2 years; age ?
	    PhD 3-infinite years (although the Uni objects over 10 years); 
		age - infinite

BTW I know this stuff cos I have one kid ending primary school and going to high
school at the end of this year (for you northern hemisphereans, the academic
year starts in late January for school, late February for Uni).

Splash!

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From: JMPIERCE%USMCP6.bitnet@VM.TCS.Tulane.EDU (JIM PIERCE)
Subject: re: Nicarra's travels
Organization: Yale CS Mail/News Gateway
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1992 12:37:23 GMT


   "Welcome back Nicarra ! I was on the edge of Hurricane Andrew here in
Missisippi as it landed in Louisiana. A close call, but my family and I
came out okay, " Dreamy Jim.

    "Not to mention the bar-bee-que ! "Robbie.

    "Well, I think I'm going to try some of Grantkins caramel apples before
  I leave with StM for Jellystone park. Wouldn't want to embaress him by
  having a talking Kzinto female with him, " Linda.
{ With that, Linda changes shape into a Kzinti female, all 10' of her.
  Imagine that, a 10' tall silver metallic Kzinti female... <grin>   }

  "My Linda how you have grown !" Robbie.

  "All the better to use my watsai ! Well, StM, are you ready ???"
Linda.

  "See the two of you next week ! Ooops, I'll see you also StM, " DJ.


* <JMPIERCE@USMCP6.BITNET> Jim "DJ." Pierce; Bach. Sci. in Appl. Comp. Sci.
* USM Academic Computing on the Gulf Park Campus. Disclaimer: Standard.
* "I'm tired out from a prolonged squawk !!" me simulating MPFC.
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From: trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski)
Subject: Re: ANOTHER MIA LIST
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1992 22:39:11 GMT



>Sender:  Kane.
>Organization: Kingston University

>I seem to have missed the MIA list again.
>Is it possible to see it again please?

>Kane, Captain Caffeine under another name.




>>conan the librarian a.k.a. kitten           /\ /\  barbara ann 
>>"my life's a soap opera, isn't yours?"      {=.=}

>My life is definately a soap opera kitten, but when do I get a script 
>conference?

"oh no.....improv is lots more fun }:)" kitten giggles...

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conan the librarian a.k.a. kitten           /\ /\  barbara ann 
"my life's a soap opera, isn't yours?"      {=.=}
                                              ~   trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu 
"perhaps _any_ universe becomes real in proportion 
to the number of people who believe in it and spend time there." s. robinson

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From: li@Data-IO.COM (Phyllis Rostykus)
Subject: Re: Liralen's birthday
Organization: Data I/O Corporation
Date: Sat, 3 Oct 1992 19:48:58 GMT

In article <1992Oct02.211859.8145@onetouch.COM> jpalmer@onetouch.COM (John Palmer) writes:
>     "What do you MEAN you don't know how these taste?  There you are, dancing
>in the aisle in JOY over finding this stuff. . .'
>     "John, I think I just said that I heard it was pretty good. . . "
>     "Like I said, DANCING IN THE AISLE, practically ENRAPTURED. . . "

Liralen starts giggling at the conversation, and is absolutely *fascinated*
by the thought of Bill and John working together on something in the
kitchen.  And *anything* that might enrapture Bill as far as food goes...

>     But then, after a time, you start to hear rhythmic cutting noises, and the
>sizzle of oil in a pan, and amazing smells start to come from the kitchen.

Liralen's mouth starts to water....

>     Potstickers covering a huge platter,
>     minced chicken ("did we get it right?"  John asks.  Bill drops a small
>piece on a paper plate, which immediately ignites.  "Yep."  he replies.)
>     And 800 (or is that 8000) year old fried wontons!

Laughter!!  Yow...

>     Plus lo mein, cashew chicken, sesame beef, and, in honor of Christine
>Johnson, mu shu pork.

Absolutely amazing...

>    One large feast later, John brings out desert. . . a fresh blueberry pie,
>with birthday candles, of course, and ice cream and frozen yogurt for topping
>for those desiring it.  

A big wedge please, with ice cream... :)

>     And then, as the meal is FINALLY finished, John gets up
>with a solemn, nearly apologetic look on his face.

Oh, oh...

>     "And now, Liralen darlin', I'm afraid. . . it's time."  Time?  Time for
>what?  Birthday kisses or spanks?  No. . . John wouldn't look that depressed
>over EITHER of those. . . being thrown in the shower?  But Liralen looks at her
>clothing, and all of it's able to handle getting wet. . . Oh no. . .
>
>   "I'm afraid so, darlin."  he whispers.  Ripping his chef's suit down the
>middle, he's standing there in a black sequined jacket, a pair of blue with
>green stripes pants, a yellow shirt, a plaid tie, and a glove.

And Liralen can't help but giggle.  In fact, she starts laughing fairly
hard...

>     MC Ray, realizing that the crowd has again been wowed to the point of
>rioting in their excitement, is thankful that he had the foresight to hire
>police protection. . .  the police just barely manage to restrain the mob that
>is so frantically reaching for the great star. . . 

By this time Liralen is laughing so hard she's on the floor!!  

Good God, Crazyman, you have a gift... :)

>     Happy birthday, Liralen.

Thank you, much John Palmer.  THAT was a treat... chuckle...

And Liralen walks over to John and gives him a hug, while still wiping away
the tears from her laughter.
----
Liralen Li
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From: trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski)
Subject: Re: Pet cats
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Mon, 28 Sep 1992 13:44:11 GMT



>>Only one thing stops a cat - cat food, the more the better! After that they
>>have to go and sleep it off somewhere...

>Oh, there's other ways... friend of mine was liiving in a house where one of
>the housemates had a marijuana patch in the *front* yard (this particular
>housemate was a few French fries short of a Happy Meal).  One day Suzanne
               ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

"i love this," squeals kitten..."can i steal it?????"


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conan the librarian a.k.a. kitten           /\ /\  barbara ann 
"my life's a soap opera, isn't yours?"      {=.=}
                                              ~   trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu 
"perhaps _any_ universe becomes real in proportion 
to the number of people who believe in it and spend time there." s. robinson

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From: Jack.Smoke@bbs.oit.unc.edu (Jack Smoke)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: HoloMuck?
Date: 28 Sep 92 15:21:55 GMT
Organization: Extended Bulletin Board Service

Can anyone give me the address for HoloMuck?
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From: jpalmer@magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu (John D Palmer)
Subject: Re: Speaker for the Dead
Organization: The Ohio State University
Date: Sat, 3 Oct 1992 21:37:35 GMT

    Doug, I agree with you that this place is not, and can not be, a hospital, 
a place to sub for professional help, or a place to look for turning your life 
around.

     And you are right, no one need feel that we've 'failed' Arty, that somehow
we should have made his life so much better that, pow, gee, he's happy and 
feeling wonderful again.

     But while there is a time for counseling, for looking for long term help, 
there is also the short, painfully lonely feeling that sometimes strikes, the 
feeling that no one knows, no one cares, and no one WOULD care if they DID 
know.  That is, there are times when you need a friend.  That is one of the 
times that knowing someone here can mean something.

     I don't  think I am disagreeing with you, really, but I did kinda want to 
soften the idea you were spreading; yeah, friendship is not a substitute for 
someone who KNOWS what to do, but friendship isn't nothing, either, you know?

                                                   John
-- 
"Love is cool; I mean, like, really cool.  Like, the coolest thing in
the universe, where, like, people open up inside and show the world how
they feel, and they ain't afraid someone's gonna laugh because they, like,
love themselves already!"  --Personality 42, a generic 60's philosopher 
Organization: Sophomore, Mechanical Engineering, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA
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Date: Sat,  3 Oct 1992 12:45:41 -0400 
From: Mark Beirne Lively <ml5a+@andrew.cmu.edu>
Subject: Re: Colorful Phrases
	<1992Oct3.022624.19901@kakwa.ucs.ualberta.ca>

of course there the ever popular 
The lights are on but nobodies home.(Milage veries depending how its said)

	Once when I was bored (Standing in a slow moving line I rattle off a
full years worths of as slow as.)

ASA Christmas(December)
ASA Molasses in janurary (these to started me off onto the idea of doing
the full year)
ASA waiting for the special someone to invite you to the valentine dance
ASA Waiting for the LAST snow to fall.
ASA Seeing the end of the Easter lamb.
ASA waiting for the pools to open up
ASA waiting forthe last day of school
ASA 
ASA Waiting for the first day of school(August)
ASA The leaves changing color
ASA Getting rid of the Haloween candy
ASA The 'last' bit of turkey

rats can't rember what I had for july.  Most of them were mediocre but
there 12 composed in 5 minutes.

or for creative insults
Looks like someone set her face on fire and then beat it out with the
ugly stick
	Can't rember where I heard this one thought it was funny though.

Friend of the one who is.
Bear aka the Lord High Rulebender aka (ML5A@ANDREW.CMU.EDU)
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From: dgil@IPSAINT.IPSA.REUTER.COM (Gillett, David)
Subject: Re: Suicide (Was: Friends ... forever ...)
Reply-To: dgil@IPSAINT.IPSA.REUTER.COM (Gillett, David)
Organization: Reuters APL Software Division
Date: Thu, 1 Oct 1992 11:47:28 GMT

     Bear quotes a bit of pervasive anonymous stupidity:  "They're not *really*
happy; they just *think* they're happy" about the allegedly-illusory pleasures
of homosexuality.
     In another forum, someone recently commented that the intense rabidity of
some of the speeches at the Republican National Convention might begin to make
sense *if* one assumes, a priori, that there is something so irresistably and
seductively attractive about homosexuality that the entire population risks
switching sexual orientation if exposed to the idea that it is possible for two
people with the same sort of biological plumbing to love each other.

     I think Bear is right:  Some people, perhaps feeling guilty that not
everyone can live in the best of all possible worlds, simply can't bear the
thought of *anybody* enjoying themselves.  And some people seem to be
masochists, only happy themselves when they can bravely and loudly suffer some
kind of personal torture, and convinced that nothing else can make anybody else
as truly happy as they are.
                                      Mentor the (Disgusted) Sage

-----------Message forwarded from IPSA Mailbox-------------
From: rmarsh@waikato.ac.nz
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Friends ... forever ...
Date: 28 Sep 92 23:53:18 GMT
Organization: University of Waikato, Hamilton, New Zealand

In article <28SEP199209450366@bestsd.sdsu.edu>, regan1016@bestsd.sdsu.edu (T. ELIZABETH HARVEY) writes:
> Elizabeth looks into the fire, wondering what she can contribute. "Smoke, 
> that was a wonderful thing to do with his flight jacket.  He held it very 
> dear to him."  She holds up a holographic black orchid.  "This is the last 
> thing he gave me in virtual reality.  He couldn't afford real flowers when  
> he came to visit, but I didn't mind at all, since I had him."  Elizabeth 
> throws the flower into the fire, and then holds up a teddy bear.  "This 
> teddy bear is Albeart Einstein.  He bought it while in San Francisco, right 
> before he was discharged.  He said it made a nice companion at night, and 
> half-jokingly offered me half-ownership of the bear if I married him.  I 
> told him once we knew each other better, I might just take him up on it."  
> She cries as she throws the teddy bear into the fire.  "Regan, my love, I 
> would have taken you up on that offer.  Wherever you are right now, may you 
> always and forever know that I love you."
> 
> Please forgive my ramblings.  Thank you so much for the forum, and I'm very 
> glad he had such wonderful and caring friends here.
> 

  Stumpy asks Mike for two drinks. Sprite, no ice. He pushes two dollars
across the bar. Mike takes one and pushes the other back, "That ones on the
house." he says.

  Stumpy carries the two drinks outside to the bonfire. "We can't let you
leave without a last drink, Arty." he says, "Here's one for the road."
  He drains one of the glasses and hurls both - one still full, onto the
bonfire. The fire hisses and spits as the it consumes the liquid, faint
steam wafting into the night sky.

  Turning to Elizabeth Stumpy says "Nothing's forgiven. There's nothing to
forgive." He offers a hug to one who has suffered a greater loss at the
passing of his friend.

-- 
Robert 'Stumpy' Marsh | 95 Fairfield Rd | I can't reply to E-Mail, but 
rmarsh@waikato.ac.nz  | Hamilton        | don't let that stop you sending.
+64 7 855 4406        | New Zealand     |
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From: rowanf@crc.ricoh.com (Rowan Fairgrove)
Subject: Re: Christmas is busting out all over!
Reply-To: rowanf@crc.ricoh.com (Rowan Fairgrove)
Organization: RICOH California Research Center
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 92 20:31:08 GMT

Grant (jhitch@crash.cts.com (Jeffrey Hitchin)) sez:
>"Gypsy," Grant says. "I just thought of something.  We're leaving
>out other factions here.  Shame, shame.

>	"Let's see what we can do to rectify this."  Grant pulls out two 
>rubber stamps.  One is a large menorah, the other is a smaller stamp, a 
>candle.  "There we go, now all we have to do is stamp one candle for each
>day.  Oh, here's my dreidel stamp.  Yet another two-stamp set.  The dreidel
>is blank, and the other stamp has the letters on it.

>	"Now we need some wreath people."

 Gypsy pulls out her stamp box. Hmm, nothing very seasonal
per se.  Here is a nice reclining Pan, but he looks more springy.
Here's a lovely Artemis, a nice mermaid, some faeries....
Oh, this gryphon is my favorite.  Hmm, I sure have a lot of 
stamps with hearts on them (a sure sign of a sucker for 
romance).  Nope, not a single Yule season (or even Samhain-
related) stamp.  Can't help!

Rowan (Gypsy Woman)

Rowan Fairgrove
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From: esti@amber.uchicago.edu (Paul A. Estin)
Subject: Re: Speaker for the Dead
Organization: University of Chicago
Date: Sun, 27 Sep 1992 21:56:16 GMT

In article <1992Sep25.192048.10971@samba.oit.unc.edu> Jack.Smoke@bbs.oit.unc.edu (Jack Smoke) writes:

>	"I am Smoke.  I speak for the dead.
>	"A friend of mine comitted Suicide recently.  Many of you knew 
>him - The Artful Dodger.

Snark, deeply saddened, is speechless.
From: lydick@SOL1.GPS.CALTECH.EDU (Speaker-to-Minerals)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: schools re: Old Coots Test
Date: 29 Sep 1992 02:16:45 GMT
Organization: HST Wide Field/Planetary Camera
Reply-To: lydick@SOL1.GPS.CALTECH.EDU
NNTP-Posting-Host: sol1.gps.caltech.edu

In article <1992Sep27.162224.23649@news.Hawaii.Edu>, saiki@mpg.phys.hawaii.edu (L. Saiki) writes:
=All of the schools here go from K-6, and most schools follow the 7-8 as 
=intermediate, and 9-12 as high school.  There were some that had 7-9 as
=interm. and 10 - 12 as hs.  One of my favorite but late teachers had
=always said to our Freshman [9th grade] HIstory class, that "9th graders
=are not human." Grinning when he said that, and would add, "that is why
=some schools don't allow them into high schools" and start them from
=10th grade.

Well, back where and when I grew up, elementary school was grades 1-6 (changed
to grades K-6 sometime about 7 years after I started school), junior high was
either 7-8 or 7-9 (in fact, my junior high was grades 7-9, but it fed two high
schools, one of which (mine) was 9-12 and the other was 10-12.  Strange.
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From: sjane@bmers248.bnr.ca (sjs)
Subject: Re: Holding on to the light
Organization: Irrelevant, Ottawa, Canada
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 92 11:49:14 GMT

In article <OLSON.92Sep29224952@husc8.harvard.edu> olson@husc8.harvard.edu (Chip Olson@somewhere.out.there) writes:
>In article <BvD7ss.HJ3@news.cso.uiuc.edu> trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski) writes:
>
>>susan:
>>
>>>>>
>>>>>I am sorry if the following post is not completely coherent.  I am 
>>>>>trying to put many conflicting feelings into words.
>>>>>
>>>>>   [deleted]
>>>>>
>>>>>I try to hang on to the light, but I feel the darkness closing in and
>>>>>I am just so tired.
>>
>>aahz has a WONDERFUL idea...
>>
>>>>Group hug!  Group hug!
>>>>-- 
>>
>>>The Didi-Sprite looks up and calls out:  "Count me in!"
>>
>>
>>kitten quits drooling at grant and joins the group hug!
>
>Castellan wasn't drooling at Grant, but he joins the group hug anyway.
>
Me too!
--
It's not irrelevant; it's a hippopotamus.   sjane@BNR.CA
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From: li@Data-IO.COM (Phyllis Rostykus)
Subject: A Pair of Caramel Apples (was Re: Thanks)
Organization: Data I/O Corporation
Date: Fri, 2 Oct 1992 15:45:54 GMT

In article <1992Oct1.155928.412@terminator.cc.umich.edu> sjg@terminator.cc.umich.edu (Susan Gavula) writes:
>Susan hugs David close and says, "Thanks, love.
>Then they become part of the group hug.  After a few minutes, tho'
>she glances at David, and whispers, "Could you please get me a caramel
>apple?  I haven't had one in so long...  and I want to go talk with
>John for a moment."

David chuckles, hugs her lightly, and then lets her loose.  He walks towards
the table with the caramel apples, and a little bundle of girl, caramel and
apple flys into his blue jeaned legs.

"David, LOOK!!" says Phee.  "It's it *grand*?"  She holds up her crooked
apple with the strands of caramel still hanging off both her arm and the
apple, a few of which are now stuck to David.

David laughs with the girl, and says, "Quite impressive, Phee.  Here... can
I?..."  He gently plucks the strands from Phee's arm, and from himself, and
winds it all into a ball of caramel string.  "Here..."  Phee grins, and
accepts the ball, and then bites into it...  

She blinks her thanks up at him and wanders off, chewing on caramel, the
apple dangling at a dangerous angle from her hand.

David shakes his head a little, but with a smile, and makes his way to the
apple table.  Along the way he says softly to himself, "I wonder if she
knows that she's supposed to *eat* that..."

He picks up two beautiful Granny Smith apples, firm and blushing.  Their
tartness compliments the caramel well.  The sticks go in without a hitch
to exactly a third of their length, enough to balance the apple well
without having the holder have to get a hand on it.  A double swirl in the
pot, to insure even and complete coverage, and a quick roll through the
chopped peanuts while the caramel's still setting.  He sneaks a looks back
to find that Susan's still busy with John.

"You have a freezer?" David asks Mike. 

"Yeah... in the backroom, the second door on the left."

"Wax paper?"

"Here."  Mike hands David the sheet of wax paper he already has in his
hand.

"Thanks, Mike... don't know what we'd do without you."

Mike waves him off with a laugh.

David wanders into the backroom, noting the cot and the liquor boxes.  He
wanders over to the walk-in freezer, and opens the door to a billowing of
mist and plastic strips across the door.  He walks in, sheltering the two
apples from the strips and places them on the wax paper on a shelf in the
freezer.  He swings the heavy door shut and just stands there and waits
for a couple of minutes.  When he pulls the apples out, the carmel coating
is nicely set and firmly attached to the apples, and not to the freezer's
shelf.

He then wanders back out into the taproom, deposits the wax paper into
VAX's amazing suction hose, and goes over to Susan and hands her one of the
apples.  There is *just* enough stick to make the hand off simple.

"Your wish is my command..." David says with a laugh.

---
David Kumagai
li@inigo.Data-IO.com