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From: tim@physics.orst.edu (Tim Mefford)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Re: I've always been a .... (BDI)
Keywords: Losers
Date: 5 Nov 92 06:35:07 GMT
Reply-To: tim@physics.orst.edu
Organization: Up the,

In article <lfgf2fINNefa@jethro.Corp.Sun.COM>, geoffm@purplehaze.Corp.Sun.COM (Geoff Miller) writes:
|> You know, I keep hearing about these machines, and I see the phrase "pull
|> the lever" used quite often in connection with voting (but not nearly often
|> enough in the context of capital punishment, alas), but I have yet to
|> encounter a voting machine that actually *has* a lever, much less a shitload
|> of them.
|> 
|> All the voting machines I'ves used have been simple blue plastic affairs 
|> with a short stylus attached to a chain.  After inserting the ballot at the
|> top, so that a pair of red buttons stick through the holes at the top,
|> turning the metal pages with the candidates' names and summaries of the 
|> propositions printed on them exposes successive columns of perforated 
|> rectangular holes on the ballot, and you just punch the appropriate ones.
|> 

After becoming accustomed to voting in a proper booth with a privacy 
curtain, said levers, and quick tabulation, the method you mention
first struck me as more appropriate for the All-Star game than control
of the nation.  Little did I realize what this election had in store.
The ballot measures had descriptions taped to the wall.  The ballot
itself had little arrow heads and little arrow tails next to the 
candidates' names.  The official, without asking me for any ID, requesting
only my address, which I could clearly read upside down from the page 
on her desk, handed me a ballot and a felt tip pen advising me to connect
the head of the candidate of my choice to his or her tail.  (If only they
meant this literally)  What a stupid system.  I'm sure half of my choices
weren't registered by whatever optical scanner they use because I didn't 
mark heavily enough.  

This kindergarten skill application movement has gotten way out of hand.
What next?  Cutting and pasting to register my car?

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Tim's to do list ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
1. Get old, die.
2. I must not think bad thoughts.
3. Get mine before this fetid rotting contaminated carcass we 
   call Earth collapses about our collective head.
4. Read a good book.
5. Eliminate homicidal clones of self.
6. Obtain fiber optic camera, produce Madonna: An Inside Look
   for prime time TV, since that's all that's really left to see.
7. Make itemized account of all precious bodily fluids.
8. Play basketball.
9. Sell Michael Eisner plan to turn Buddha into animated 
   Saturday morning crimefighter.
10.Expose Larry King as master of hypnotic manipulation secretly
   pulling nation's strings, Manchurian Candidate style.
11.Threaten to paint moustache on photo of Perot children,
   demand 1/2 hour nationally televised analysis of my childhood.
12.Convince Christo to begin working with giant razor tipped 
   tumbleweeds.
---------Tim Mefford      tim@physics.orst.edu-----------------
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
From: donp@twg.com (Don Pette)
Subject: Scoring Points?
Organization: Wolly World, Palo Alto, CA
Date: Fri, 6 Nov 1992 00:18:33 GMT




After being fired from my last relationship 8 months ago, I have just
recently begun to date again. Now, at 33 and a fucking half, I am
pretty sure of the way things are supposed to work on a date. Well,
last night as I was dropping off my (possible) future love recepticle, 
she said this, "You are definately scoring points with me, bye".

Scoring points? What the fuck is this, I was under the impression
we were dating, not playing cribbage. Now I ask you, if these so
called points are valuable, how do I get a whole lot of 'em real
quick? I don't even know what my point scoring plays were. 

Could it have been when I did a end run around the doorman and
opened the door for her that I scored these points? Could it be
because she didn't catch me staring at her boobs that I scored
these points? Maybe it was when my toungue accidentally found its way
into her ear. I'm confused. Send help.

Peeve: Not knowing how many points are needed for a blowjob.

Peeve: Cashing in your points to 'cop a feel' and realizing you
       were only 2 points away from said blowjob.


-Don 'my dangling bits are doing just that' Pette
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From: hillman@carina.unm.edu (Phil A. Xio)
Subject: Re: Juicy Wuicy Burger
Date: Fri, 13 Nov 92 09:16:40 GMT
Organization: Holy Order of Quadra 950 Lust
Keywords: eat me

In article <BxKHL0.FG4@news.cso.uiuc.edu> rint69@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu (rintoul bradley e) writes:
>I hate stupid names that fast food joints and other
>food serving places give to some of their items. For
>example IHOP's celebrated Rooty Tooty Fresh 'n' Frooty
>stuff, and many others that I forgot a second after I
>ordered it. Anyone with any names they remember that
>they felt like a stooge ordering? 

I've noticed that people usually order the item by what the thing
really *is* as opposed to what some AdDork thought up. If it's the
"Butt-humpin'-cheesy-goodness-just-like-momma-used-to-make-before-
she-died-gawd-bless-her-soul-on-a-wilhymen-kaiser-roll-with-lotsa-
cold-things-on-the-plate-that-you'll-never-eat-but-they're-there-gosh-
take-me-now burger," for example, the patron will usually just point
at the name and say "gimmie one a dem."

If a name is particulary offensive, I make it my policy to ask for the
item by name. I find no better expression of disgust than carefully
requesting a "Mmmmmm Mmmmmmmm Milkshake."

More on stupid names: I totally fucking hate those smegmasonic ads
the powers of darkness play on the radio where some spokesperson
slob asks you to say they sent you there. For example, there's been
an ongoing radio ad for Western Warehouse, a place that sells kickers
clothes, where the spokesperson introduces himself as "Wiiiiiiiild
Wilbur."

If I ever meet ol' Wiiiiiiiild Wilbur I'm gonna give him a concave face.
It was bad enough when he'd do the ad and enjoin you to "tell 'em ol'
Wiiiiiiiild Wilbur sent you," but now he's introducing himself as <deep
breath> "Wiiiiiiiild the-holidays-are-almost-here Wilbur."

Death is too good for him.

-- 
"Society sucks. Pay it no mind." - Cynthia Heimel
From: jeremy@castle.ed.ac.uk (Jeremy Henderson)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Born Under Peeves
Date: 6 Nov 92 12:14:44 GMT
Organization: Edinburgh University

My hospital peeve is not as exciting as Rick's gripping story, but 
peeveful nonetheless. Surprisingly it does not involve the absolute
incompetence of all connected with the NHS, because all the persons
of a medical nature encountered were Jolly Good. The same cannot be
said of the Droids who perform tasks of a non-medical nature around 
the hospital. If, sorry *when*, our friendly neighbourhood Tories hack
some more off the health service, I know a few people who would make
first class foghorns. They have lots of practice from bellowing at
their friends across the ward where people are trying to *sleep* (yes!!).

Score extra points to the BDI who brought lunch for my Partner In Crime
and left it on the table in the middle of the ward. Since she'd just had
an epidural, and was therefore in as much contact with her legs as
Michael Heseltine has with a Clue, this left four options:

1) Drag herself across the floor to the table using her arms.
2) Send the Little Bastard across in the crib to pick it up.
3) Buzzing for an overworked and underpaid midwife to get it.
4) Starving until I showed up.

Score even more peeve points to the cretin who barged in and pushed
the crib out of her way across the floor so it banged into a cupboard
and woke up the sleeping Infant

Luckily the PiC is now home and therefore has a chance of getting well
again.

ExtraPeeveForGoodMeasure: Making up baby formula and forgetting half way
through how many scoops of powder you've put in a bottle, and having to
empty it out and start again.





-- 
===Jeremy Henderson===jeremy@castle.ed.ac.uk=          

~"I hope you realise that it's probably against the Computing Regulations
~ to do that." - M. Holmesatollah
From: makinc@hhcs.gov.au (Carl Makin)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Re: Driving with Parking Lights!
Date: 9 Nov 92 13:08:56 +1100
Followup-To: alt.peeves
Organization: Aust. Dept. Health, Housing and Community Services

In article <lfg7nhINNe71@jethro.Corp.Sun.COM>, geoffm@purplehaze.Corp.Sun.COM (Geoff Miller) writes:

> might sell you Stealth fighters, too.  Well, we sold the Aussies
> F-111s, so I suppose it was all downhill from there.

Yeah, best bloody arms deal this country has made.  We just
bought another 18 of them too!

Some stupid money saving committee wanted to sell off the F-111s
as they were 'too old'.  The squadron based in Queensland flew 2
F-111s down the coast to Canberra (around 1000km each way), made
a flyby and targeted the chairman's office with the PaveTack Pod. 
They took photos of him working at his desk with targeting
information included and mailed him the prints.  It caused quite
a stir :-) and we still have F-111s!

Carl 'Which cheek do you want the missile to hit, Sir?' Makin

-- 
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Dept. Health, Housing and Community Services, Canberra, Australia.
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"I'm from the Government and I'm here to help you."
From: donb@igor.tamri.com (Don Baldwin)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Re: ...what dreams may come?
Date: 12 Nov 92 22:13:51 GMT
Organization: TOSHIBA America MRI, South San Francisco, CA

In article <=hdqpsr@lynx.unm.edu> baldwin@carina.unm.edu (Chris Baldwin)
writes:
>	Then I remembered, I had been in the middle of a very violent
>dream. The kind of dream where the world was threatened by some evil 
>madman. In this case, it was the evil kickboxing guy from _Bloodsport_,
>and it was my duty to beat the crap of of him. Which, in this dream, I
>did so with great gusto. However, I do remember right before I woke
>up, one of his evil henchmen snuck up behind me and hit me in the
>back with a 2x4. His efforts were rewarded with a roundhouse kick
>to the throat.

Peeve:  Not being limber enough to kick anyone taller than 5'0" in the
throat anymore.

!Peeve:  The knees make much safer targets anyway.  

>ObUnrelatedPeeve: There is a minimum security prison south of
>here near the town of Los Lunas. Two guys escaped from there
>when they walked away from where they were supposed to be 
>working. When I say minimum security, I really mean no security.
>These guys were outside of the prison grounds, unsupervised and
>just walked off. Silly me, but I thought that the whole point
>of having a "prison" was to keep the inmates from walking away.
>The news folks said that this was the 10th time this has 
>happened this year.

Better watch out tonight:  those desperate characters might be anywhere out
there, furiously cheating on their taxes...

>Unrelated!Peeve: Flannel boxer shorts.

BonusNostalgiaAntiPeeve:  The memory of having a very friendly female judoka,
a brown belt, practice holddowns with me.

   don
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From: parr@acs.ucalgary.ca (Charles Parr)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Re: Monty Bleedin' Python
Date: 5 Nov 92 22:26:49 GMT
Organization: The University of Calgary, Alberta

In article <Bx7r6F.5Er@news.cso.uiuc.edu> dennis@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Thomas A. Dennis) writes:
>In <1d9bj3INNecd@morrow.stanford.edu> minch@lotka.stanford.edu (Eric Minch) 
>writes:
>
>>In article <92308.135926SSCPRICK@HASARA11.BITNET>  
>>SSCPRICK@HASARA11.BITNET (Rick Jansen) writes:

    [ A bunch of garbage, mercifully deleted.]

Congratulations you pre-simian throwbacks.

You've managed to make even the most stupid and childish posting
by Denise Caire seem erudite, acerbic, and entertaining.

Comedic one-upmanship is entertaining, if even the faintest
taint of creativity can be detected. Your dross, however is
pathetic.

Shut up.

Regards, Charles
-- 
Within the span of the last few weeks I have heard elements of
separate threads which, in that they have been conjoined in time,
struck together to form a new chord within my hollow and echoing
gourd. --Unknown net.person
From: pky@fmg.bt.co.uk (Pete Young)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Re: Moose stuff (was Presidential weather)
Date: 6 Nov 92 13:15:17 GMT
Organization: British Telecom
X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL5

A. Jing Hippy (cochran@spam.rtp.dg.com) wrote:

: *I* have moose slippers!  

Isn't it a little difficult to walk about in these? I mean, don't the
antlers get in the way?


-- 
  ____________________________________________________________________
  Pete Young        	  pky@fmg.bt.co.uk        Phone +44 473 227151
 "Cast your bread upon the waters and you will get back... soggy bread"
From: booter@Autodesk.COM (Elaine Richards)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Re: ...what dreams may come?
Date: 12 Nov 92 00:37:27 GMT
Organization: The Autodesk Menagerie - Housecat Division

In article <1doq94INNjdd@agate.berkeley.edu> curtis@cs.berkeley.edu (Curtis Yarvin) writes:
>In article <27942@castle.ed.ac.uk> fofp@castle.ed.ac.uk (M Holmes) writes:
>>
>>I've come across a strange new problem: Injuries sustained whilst
>>sleeping. I wake up, my side hurts, and it feels like there's a huge
>>bruise there for a couple of days.
>
>Shit!  The exact thing happened to me just the other day.  I think
>there's a conspiracy going on.


One suggestion I have is to take the keys out of your pocket before
you crash.

Peeve: Too many keys. I have too many keys. 4 for the office, three
for my house, one for the garage, three sets for various friends who
live in town (we trade off pet-sitting), and two for the car.

I look like a janitor with all those keys.

--
.. Clinton seems to be capable of staying awake for Cabinet
meetings, and his offspring squeezes pimples instead of little old
ladies' savings accounts... - Carol Osterbrook
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
From: esp51@cas.org ()
Subject: Re: JENNY'S LESSON IN FLAMING (was Re: the Devil's Day (and the Devil's Night))
Keywords: I HATE CROSSPOSTERS
Organization: Chemical Abstracts Service, Columbus, Ohio
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 1992 14:25:05 GMT

>Actually, we fanatasize about your demise in numerous ways:  dragged to
>death by a kid on a Big Wheel, squeezed into bug-eyed pulp by a python,
>filled full of holes by Iowa Dan and me in an impromptu game of (skeet
>golf???????????)

>   don

Skeet Golf?  Please elaborate.  I'm a scratch golfer, and when I
was a kid I one time got 16 out of 21 on a skeet range (not bad for
a kid), but I've never heard of skeet golf.  You may have stumbled
on a sport I can excell in, especially if it envolves maiming
Franklin in some way.

Thank you in advance,
Scott Park

Peeve: When I lived in Wichita Kansas, I could go out to an excellent
public golf course, pay 5 bucks, and get done in 4 hours.  Here in
Columbus, all the public courses cost 15 bucks, and they are jammed from
dawn to dusk with the geriatric ward retiree crowd.  It takes at least
5-6 hours to play 18 holes, waiting 1/2 hour on each hole for the
old cripples to straggle off the green with their colostomy bags dripping.

Antipeeve:  Each spring, when golf fever runs rampant here in the
golfing center of the universe (hometown of Jack N., Tom W., John
Cook, many others) they have old golfer euthanasia day.  They line
up the old farts about 100 yards out on the driving range, you
take a bucket of balls and your trusty 1 iron, and put them out
of their misery.  Points are awarded for belly shots (head shots kill
them too fast) with the grand prize two tickets to a rerun of
Caddy Shack.

Scott Park
Opinions are mine, I am not company spokesman
From: fofp@castle.ed.ac.uk (M Holmes)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Re: A new, improved problem (was Re: Pavlov's Lab Supervisor)
Date: 9 Nov 92 15:23:51 GMT
Organization: Edinburgh University

jennyg@titan.ucc.umass.edu (Jenny Gutbezahl) writes:

>Peeve:  Running a metaphor into the ground.  But sometimes it's like
>potato chips, you just can't stop....

This is all part of a GoddlessCommunistKonspiracyToPoisonOurNationsYouth

YesYouCanStop

BeAllYouCanBe

It's time to JustSayNoToPotatoChips

It's TimeForAWarOnPotatoChips

This Announcement Was Brought To You By ParentsAgainstPotatoChips

AFamilyValuesFoundation
From: geoffm@purplehaze.Corp.Sun.COM (Semolina Happyface)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Re: Driving with Parking Lights!
Date: 5 Nov 92 06:27:21 GMT
Followup-To: alt.peeves
Organization: Chateauneuf du Felche, Mountain View, Ca.
NNTP-Posting-Host: purplehaze.corp.sun.com



In article <1992Nov4.213713.6830@noao.edu> jdavis@bordeaux.kpno.noao.edu 
(Jim Davis) writes:

>I used to work at Hercules Aerospace, maker of rocket motors for Navy
>missles.  The primary component of which is nitroglycerin.  As in the stuff
>that makes a crater when you drop the bottle.


I heard an interesting anecdote about Trident fuel during the mercifully
brief period that I was in the employ of Lockheed Missiles and Space 
Company, which makes the missile.

This is a solid-fuel rocket, and the fuel is injected into the missile
body while in liquid form.  It then solidifies into a foam.

It seems that the wife of one of the guys who fuels the missiles was quite
nervous about her husband's line of work.  In the way of putting her fears
to rest, the guy tore off a small fragment of this solidified fuel-foam
one day and took it home after work to show to her.  He placed it into a
glass ash tray on the dining room table, and proceeded to light it with a
match.  The substance burned slowly and evenly as they watched, just as he
knew it would.  

It burned through the ash tray, through the table and through the floorboards
of the house.



Geoff

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From: pdc@dcs.ed.ac.uk (Paul Crowley)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Geoff Miller lets the mask slip...
Date: 9 Nov 92 14:38:29 GMT
Reply-To: pdc@dcs.ed.ac.uk (Paul Crowley)
Organization: Do they make a washing powder called Caliban Automatic?

This article arrived here horribly corrupted, so none of the usual data
is available...

>`Tis true.  I didn't vote for Clinton so much as I voted against the Bushman.

Is this the Geoff Miller we know and love?  Maybe the corruption is an
indication of...

HORRIBLE LOUD CHORDS (shrubbery)

...forgery?
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\/ o\ Paul Crowley pdc@dcs.ed.ac.uk \  /
/\__/ "I'm the boy without a soul"   \/
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From: dre@catnip.berkeley.ca.us (All of our represanatives are still busy; please continue to hold)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves,soc.singles
Subject: Re: Liberal Toadies
Date: 6 Nov 92 04:51:56 GMT
Followup-To: alt.peeves
Organization: The San Jose Home for Perverted Hackers

thurlow@convex.com (Rob "I flunked Civics class in Jr. High" Thurlow) writes:

>  Does
>anyone else get sick to their stomach when they hear Bush whining
>about Congress not letting him Do Things after being so decisive in
>the Gulf Conflict?

Hm, could it be due to the fact that the armed forces are directed by
the executive branch?


Nah.
-- 
"If I had killed her when I had first thought about getting divorced,
 I would have been out of jail by now."
	-- A newly-divorced guy I met at a block party
From: fofp@castle.ed.ac.uk (M Holmes)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: ...what dreams may come?
Date: 10 Nov 92 16:02:20 GMT
Distribution: alt
Organization: Edinburgh University

So life isn't exactly great at the moment. Still, I can get some peace &
quiet while I'm asleep. NOT!

I've come across a strange new problem: Injuries sustained whilst
sleeping. I wake up, my side hurts, and it feels like there's a huge
bruise there for a couple of days. Since this wasn't there when I went
to sleep, something obviously happened in the intervening period.

What are the possibilities?

* Dreams. Maybe. It'd have to be the sort of dream where I win an entire
world war by hand to hand fighting with the entire opposing army. Now I
do feel tired enough for this to have happened, but the only dream that
I remember involved walking around Motherwell. Unpleasant, but not
really sufficient as an explanation.

* Sleepwalking. Not something I've been prone to up 'til now. Possibly
I've got up and gone out bullfighting or something. No obvious clues
like bull heads on the pillow though.

* Astral projection. Maybe I got hit by Gary Stollman's Astral Train on
its travels over from alt.alien.visitors. I'm sure I'd remember this
though.

* Alien kidnap. Maybe I've been abducted by alien bimbettes from
Eroticon IV for weird sexual experiments. That'd explain the tiredness
at least, and I hear that these aliens erase your memories afterwards.
If it turns green and drops off, I'll know who to blame.

Peeve: It's an unsafe world when you can't even regard your own bed as a
       zone of safety. 

FoFP
From: franklin@ug.cs.dal.ca (Steve Franklin)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Re: the Devil's Day (and the Devil's Night)
Date: 6 Nov 92 17:37:27 GMT
Organization: Math, Stats & CS, Dalhousie University, Halifax, NS, Canada

In article <1992Nov6.122557.8672@ac.dal.ca> 01sybok@ac.dal.ca writes:

>> p.s. - okay, so I wasn't there... wish I was though ;)
>
>I'll take that as a compliment to my stunning good looks.

   Heh. you shouldn't. We've met remember? I'll go along with your facade
if you like though. Maybe there are some people out there who don't mind
short guys 8)

steve
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From: curtis@cs.berkeley.edu (Curtis Yarvin)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Re: ...what dreams may come?
Date: 10 Nov 1992 17:07:48 GMT
Organization: CS Dept. Snakepit - Do Not Feed.
NNTP-Posting-Host: mamba.cs.berkeley.edu

In article <27942@castle.ed.ac.uk> fofp@castle.ed.ac.uk (M Holmes) writes:
>
>I've come across a strange new problem: Injuries sustained whilst
>sleeping. I wake up, my side hurts, and it feels like there's a huge
>bruise there for a couple of days.

Shit!  The exact thing happened to me just the other day.  I think
there's a conspiracy going on.

Did she steal your TV, too?

c
From: dmunroe@vcd.hp.com (Dave Munroe)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Re: I've always been a .... (BDI)
Date: 10 Nov 92 02:23:44 GMT
Organization: Hewlett-Packard


M Holmes writes:

  some folks who in the US yesterday faced an array of about 80 switches
  and levers enabling them to vote 

Jenny Gutbezahl writes:

  Hah!  Yeah, that's the way they do it in the big cities.  but out here
  in Northampton, we actually got pieces of paper with all the candidates'
  names written on them

Hahnh?  It seems to be much different in west coast cities.  For at least
the last 20 years we've had cards that you slip into a slot that runs
underneath the voting pamphlet.  As you turn pages on the pamphlet, different
sections of the card are uncovered.  To vote, there's a little punch-type-
thingie that pokes holes in the card.

Switches and levers?  Nahhhh.  If people had to deal with things like that,
they'd just vote Democrat.

I can't believe we've got a Democrat for President again.  Next thing you
know they'll drag out Fischer and Spassky and have them play chess.

-Dave
Newsgroups: alt.peeves