From: tlode@nyx.cs.du.edu (trygve lode)
Subject: Re: Trygve's shower
Organization: Nyx, Public Access Unix @ U. of Denver Math/CS dept.
Date: Sun, 24 Jan 93 07:53:22 GMT

In article <1993Jan22.195808.6839@lloyd.Camex.COM> amy@lloyd.Camex.COM (Amy Lindsay) writes:
>In article <1993Jan22.200221.11126@mnemosyne.cs.du.edu> tlode@nyx.cs.du.edu (trygve lode) writes:
>>In article <1993Jan21.114038.12699@lloyd.Camex.COM> amy@lloyd.Camex.COM (Amy Lindsay) writes:
>>>
>>>Work on it.  The Live Psychics incredibly difficult to entertain.  In fact,
>>>they've been after me to send the Minions to Charlie, since they think he'd
>>>be a little more lively.  (Can I call him that, being fictional, and all?
>>>I wouldn't want him to think I was imposing upon his good nature.)
>>
>>Well, at least he'll probably be a little more mobile.  Of course it
>>depends on the tastes of your minions--Charlie has a dissertation while
>>I have a dungeon, so you just need to decide which they prefer. 
>
>Hmm.  Do they have to make a choice?  It's not like you're in the same time
>zone or anything.

Nah, if you've got enough minions, there's no reason you can't station
some at each location.  

>Yup.  "Amy and her Amazing Psychic Minions.  Next on Oprah."

But is there a book in the works?  "Women who have minions and the
men who...?" 

>>Funny, I find that whenever I lose any of my glass cutters, it manages to
>>wander back to the way bottom of my green toolbox all by itself.  I don't
>>quite know how this works--sometimes I find glass cutters in there that I
>>don't even recognise.  (Alas, just the cheap kind so far--not the type 
>>with the oil reservoir and the swivel tip.) 
>
>So THAT'S where they've been getting to.  There must be some kind of
>space-time whatchamawhosit between Denver and Boston that these things keep
>falling into.  (...And I have been making an effort to keep the good glass
>cutters from falling into it, so you'll just have to focus it somewhere
>ELSE.)

Oh, that must be the Minkowski space vortex spilling over into toolboxes
again--at least now I know where those glass cutters have been coming 
from.  Obviously, this just means I need to get a considerably bigger
toolbox.  (How tall are you, BTW?) 

>>>Now, now.  I didn't JUST fall off the turnip truck yesterday, you know...
>>>
>>>...It was the day before that.
>>
>>Gosh, that must have hurt.  Well, fortunately for you, I happen to be a
>>doctor, so if you'll just come close enough for me to examine you and
>>make sure you're OK....
>
>Well, I am planning on flying to Albany in a couple of weeks.  Is that
>close enough?

Nope; at least until I'm healed up to the point where I can do things 
like walk again, you'll have to come *much* closer than that. 

>>Trygve   (You can trust me--I'm a doctor.)
>
>I don't like doctors.  Can't we play something else?  (And why is it that
>you never let ME be the doctor, anyway?)

Happy to take suggestions for other things to play (I suppose we could
borrow Stef's uzi and play Post Office).

Trygve   (But did I ever say that I wouldn't let you play doctor--after
          all, since I'm still laid up with a broken-into-bits leg, I
          couldn't very well turn down such an offer.)
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