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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask....
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 1 MAR 85 **********************
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3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator
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4 ************************************************************
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5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION
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6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM.
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7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned
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8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public.
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9 No restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is
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10 privately owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which
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11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be
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12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved)
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13 To leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the
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14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the
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15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace
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16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up.
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17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system.
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18 *****************************************************************
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19
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20 Leonard: I haven't found the Pied Piper info yet, I'll let you know
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21 as soon as I do.
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22 L'homme: Interesting results. Is the AT really as variable as you seem
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23 to indicate by the figures stated? That could get nasty in some cases.
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24 Maybe that's why they recommend not to use software timing loops.
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25 Pam: I like it so far, when's the next installment? (I assume there is one.)
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26 ************************* CISTOP MIKEY ***********************************
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27 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$#
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28 En LA CIMA!
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29 (For those of you who don't have Spanish dictionaries nearby, 'At THE TOP!'.)
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30 #$##$##$##$#
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31 "Would ANYONE like to PLEASE tell me what's going on?", I asked. I didn't like the effect the man's words had on
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32 L'homme. And why was Gaudy yelling, "Don't kill him"?
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33 I didn't get an answer for a long moment, then "An old friend, Farley." said L'homme weakly.
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34 I looked carefully at L'homme. Yes, he probably was an old friend- but the tension level here was much too high for
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35 this to be a normal reunion. I decided I didn't know enough, and waited patiently for the story to continue.
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36 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$#
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37 Allow me to stop a moment to share a small achievement of mine.
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38 Clackamas County Skills Contest, held at Clackamas Community College, has a Computer Math division in their Mathematics
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39 Skills contests. The competition was Februray 28, 1985.
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40 My partner and I, just two people instead of the usual three, competed and won- first place.
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41 I received the news today, and haven't stopped babbling about it yet. "Overjoyed" isn't a strong enough word
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42 to describe my happiness at this moment.
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43 Since happiness contained does only one person good, I'm sharing it. If you can not find a reason to be happy today,
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44 be happy for (and with) me.
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45 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# Farley #$##$##$##$##$##$##$# 22:40 - 03/01/1985 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$#
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46 Farley--that's no small accomplishment. You have every reason to be proud. CONGRATULATIONS!!(now you have everybody's
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47 official permission to gloat, strut, and act cocky.) ---G.M.
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48 TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
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49 Farley was clearly mystified by L'homme's hesitation in light of his pre-
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50 vious injunctions to leap into action never doubting your mission or your
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51 nerve. Who was this melancholy stranger and how had he brought doubt to
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52 the infallible L'homme? Unfortunately, Farley had encountered rather early
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53 on in his career a dilemma which even seasoned agents, not to mention
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54 philosophers and kings, could not lay to rest. Does the end justify the
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55 means? Is one exonerated for the killing, lying, manipulation done for what-
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56 ever great cause? Considering this problem is like staring into an abyss
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57 and talking about it can take forever so when Kosta sat on the cot and began
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58 recounting his story as L'homme justified the ways of NET my head throbbed
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59 in anticipation of an evening of heavy fruitless debate. I deftly twisted
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60 to a standing position, whacking the cot in the middle where it folded and
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61 collapsing it around Kosta. I kicked his gun aside as Farley and Fellows
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62 roared with laughter. Kosta was doubled up with his limbs sticking out of
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63 the cot frame flopping on either side like a great bony fish with a beet
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64 red face. He yelled and flopped helplessly trying to kick and hit us. At
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65 least he didn't look serious and sad anymore. He looked silly>
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66 "Gaudy, what the hell is this, Laurel and Hardy meets James Bond?" L'homme
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67 doesn't have much of a sense of humor sometimes.
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68 "Look, it's ME he's trying to replace. I figured we should take him into
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69 custody and get him some kind of debriefing as soon as possible."
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70 "Let's take him to the hideout on Mt.Hood," suggested Farley, "It's quiet
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71 and Ian can meet us there to decide what to do with him."
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72 Kosta was now lying on the floor trembling quietly. L'homme leaned over
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73 to release him and found that he was laughing silently. As Fellows tied
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74 his wrists, Kosta looked at me and said "So, you "cot" me."
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75 "Aaauuggghh!! Why did you talk me out of shooting him?"
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76 We loaded into the Fiat (a pert peppy plucky practical machine perfect
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77 for our purposes) As we went up the mountain, the seasons went into reverse.
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78 It was early spring in the valley with a few buds and a crop of winter grass
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79 but the low hills were brown, the branches bare. Soon patches of snow could
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80 be seen hugging the banks of the river we followed intermittently, then more
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81 snow, the trees here all firs, all dusted with white.
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82 as we proceeded I told L'homme about the chip still in my pocket.
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83 "What do you make of it?"
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84 He looked thoughtful. "It could be industrial espionage, but it's impossible
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85 to tell without a blowup of the contents. I don't get the Rajneeshie connec-
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86 tion. Yet."
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87
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We left the main road at Wemme and went on a secondary road then put on
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88 chains for the last bit of dirt road. We had to slog the last half-mile
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89 in our flatlander shoes and were grateful for the warm clothes and wood
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90 NET had cached in the cozy stone cottage.
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91 "There's one thing I don't understand," I said. "Who was supposed to have
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92 brought Kosta in from the BUlgaria assignment, and why didn't he?"
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93 "Fleming," said L'homme. "He didn't want to bring him in until he had
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94 finished off the Red leaders. When NET Central found out the whole situation
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95 they realized that Kosta was right, but by then he had gone underground."
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96 "Fleming's too damned rigid," I snapped. "The last time I saw him he was
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97 galloping off to report me for treason."
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98 The others looked surprised. "We haven't heard anything about it," said
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99 Farley looking puzzled. "It should have been an APB by now."
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100 L'homme froze. "Listen. Motor."
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101 A vehicle approached, unhampered by the snow.
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102 TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT Gaudy Minsky TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
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103
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104 -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
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105 "Would you mind putting a little more backbone into moving this Module,
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106 Billy?" wheezed Taggart (not Trager) to Rosewood (not Rosemount) with just a
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107 little bit of effort. The chore of having to move such a cumbersome box was
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108 wearing thin the patience of at least one of the three fellows carrying it.
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109 "Oh, sorry Sarge. I was thinking about the notebook again," said Rosewood.
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110 "Would you forget about that thing? Like I told you, It was only a plant to
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111 throw us off of the Module," gasped Taggart. "And stop calling me 'Sarge.'"
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112 "Sure,... " he replied as his eyes started to become a tad wider due to his
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113 increasing confusion. Things seemed so clear to him. Why couldn't Taggart under-
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114 stand it? The Modules were left behind by the Thrike operatives to scoff at
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115 NET its inability to aquire sufficient materials for all its top agents. It was
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116 a way of saying 'nya-nya-nya-nya-nyaaaaa!' The Modules DIDN'T mean a thing,
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117 once used they were useless to either side, a 'one shot deal.' Why hide some-
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118 thing that is useless if only just to hide it? Wouldn't it be more confusing
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119 to leave a piece of junk out in the open so as to make them think that it was
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120 important? [Following a premise of "Where is the best place to hide an object
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121 of great value?" Reverse-psychology played heavy in these nasty jokes.]
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122 Rosewood had the distinct impression that the Module was left in the open to
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123 make them think that it was important, thereby causing NET to waste the man-
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124 power of its lesser agents on the artifact. [It worked didn't it?]
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125 What wasn't fully comprehended was just how important the recently discovered
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126 notebook would be in the location of this Semplers character. In this case,
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127 psychology would have been better left to the men in the little white jackets-
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128 and NOT to these two...
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129 "C'mon... Just how much farther do you guys want to lug this crate anyways?"
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130 asked the third fellow that was suckered into helping in the transportation of
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131 the Module.
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132 "Only a few more steps. We're going to take it away in this Green Van. The
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133 brains back at The Lab will want to take a look at this thing," said Taggart.
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134 "'The Lab.' You make it sound so, so... 'clinical.' It's just an office.
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135 You'd think that they had nothing better to do than look into a box..."
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136 "Try to keep your mouth shut, will you Billy?" Taggart barked back.
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137 "Oh, yea... The ever impression of omnipotance," wisecracked Rosewood.
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138 "And you don't believe that?" said Taggart in the most serious voice.
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139 "Hey, just joking... You know that I know we're the best. I mean...
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140 We control the 'Phone Companies' don't we?" said Rosewood with a wide grin.
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141 "And about that notebook..."
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142 _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_abacab_-_-_-_-_-_-_"Su- Sussudio!"_-_-_-_-_
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143
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145 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+-
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146 I awoke this morning curled up into a little tiny ball from my
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147 sleep, like I used to do when I was a child of a small number of years.
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148 The fact that my pillow wasn't on my bed didn't call my attention
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149 so much as the fact that I had my arms wrapped tightly around myself. My
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150 arms were empty, but in the dream I had just left behind they had held
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151 someone. Someone that I wished were with me now. Feelings of love and doubt
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152 came flooding back to me. I didn't notice the stains on the pillow.
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153 As I began to dry myself after having taken my customary late
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154 morning shower, water dripped from my hair and ran down my face. I didn't
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155 think much of it until one drop slowly worked its way downmy nose and stopped
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156 there forcing me to notice it there. Why? Because it felt so much like a tear,
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157 those things I tryed so hard to ignore. It couldn't be ignored, I noticed it.
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158 The shower was off, but the stream continued down my face.
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159 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- --+ JUGGLER +-- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+-
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160 + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
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161 There is a knock on my door. A single, soft blow from a small fist. It
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162 catches me in the center of the room and stops me in a heart beat. I can
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163 feel the sweat on my hands, the pull of my brow, as I watch the flicker of a
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164 thousand memories pour through my mind, tainted pearls on the necklace of
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165 my past.
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166 As I open the door I feel the walls of my studio creep up behind me. I
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167 hear dirt growing in every crack and crevice. Strange, how I can see with
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168 her eyes, think with her thoughts.
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169 When she sits, I stand farthest away, pacing for a moment, like a moth
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170 before a flame. I sit on the end table as she starts the small talk she has
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171 been taught is necessary. I have learned when to nod my head, when to make
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172 some small noises to show I'm listening. The social dance. A dance she will
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173 always, did always, lead.
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174 She stands and begins to move around the room. I sit on my perch, and move
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175 my head from side to side, like some fixated owl. She comments on the bed and
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176 lightly touches its side. My seat is becoming uncomfortable. She places her
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177 hands on the side of the bed and sits on the edge, her legs dangling over the
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178 side. She has taken off her shoes. I look and see them lying on the floor at
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179 the base of the bed, one tipped on its side.
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180 I am forced to stand, the end table proves itself an unworthy chair. I
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181 move to another seat.
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182 We sit and talk about nothing for what seems like hours. I remind her I
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183 have an appointment soon, she nods and lies back on the bed, turning to look
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184 at me from the foot. I look at the clock, it has been twelve minutes.
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185 Soon the small talk ends, along with it my occasional nod and grunt. The
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186 tempo of the dance changes. It is the second movement, cue the percussion
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187 and the base. Soon I am caught up in the rhythm of the music; comment,
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188 rebuttal; parry, repost.
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189 Suddenly I find myself pacing, my hands in fists, my jestures intense, my
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190 voice strained. I feel like a puppet, a harlequin, and I can see my strings
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191 run across the floor to the foot of the bed. I throw myself into the chair.
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192 It creaks under my violent movement. I lean forward, my face in my hands.
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193 Her feet appear in my view. I know the next movement, like the puppet I wait
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194 for the down-beat.
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195 She touches my down-turned head and speaks with violins, soft and warm are
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196 their notes. Her hand moves to my shoulder and she kneels in front of me, eyes
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197 looking up into mine. Puppy eyes. I have seen them look up from below me
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198 before.
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199 I can see my strings, her strings, running towards her shoes, towards the
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200 bed.
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201 She touches my leg with a warm hand. I feel the blood keeping beat in my
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202 ears, I feel the music in my groin.
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203 The hands of the conductor.
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204 I stand and throw off the spell of the dance. I speak quickly of my
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205 appointment, my voice cracking. I get my coat and point her to her shoes. I
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206 open the door as she speaks again, but all I hear is the noise of the street
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207 and the soft patter of rain. A cleansing sound. The rain must have just
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208 started, for it has not started making the little rivers on the hood of my
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209 car.
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210 She passes and I close the door behind me. I walk to my car and manage a
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211 sincere smile. I climb in and start the car. I wait for it to warm up. I let
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212 her pull out and wave through the raindrops on my window.
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213 At the sign she turns and disappears.
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214 Eventually I lean forward and take the keys from the car. I fall into the
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215 chair inside and throw the keys on the bed.
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216
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217 The Harlequin
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218 + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
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219 ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?/MiG/? ? ? ? ? ? ?
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220 Harlequin:It is rare thease days that I make an entry here. but I find myself
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221 strangely moved by the shear emotional intensity of that entry. I have met a
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222 very few authors with the ability to write that well, please tell me, was
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223 that fiction?
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224 Film Fan:where did you obtain your education? Those points you covered were in
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225 close order to my old film study notes, almost too close.
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226 ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?`? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?/MiG/? ? ? ? ? ? ?
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227
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228 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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229 The sun has begun its slow retreat beyond the western horizon in
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230 preparation for its return in the morning, but whether I will be here to
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231 greet it is a question for which I have no answer as yet. It is warm
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232 indeed for this time of year, but that qualification is important: it is
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233 still winter, and the evening temperature will quickly drop toward
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234 freezing. I simply am not prepared for spending the night in the great
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235 outdoors, and if I try to I fear that the morning sun will illuminate my
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236 frozen corpse.
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237 I am dressed for a warm spring day, I have no food, no shelter, no
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238 supplies whatsoever, and know absolutely nothing about this world I now
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239 find myself in. Things might be worse, I muse, but right now I'm in no
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240 mood to exercise my imagination attempting to discern how. Hostile natives
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241 perhaps. Looking up, I examine the statue with its pointing arm, and again
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242 wonder what the signifigance of it might be. Well, whatever it is, I
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243 suppose that I should follow its lead. In that direction lay (or did in
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244 the previous reality) the river, and if food, shelter, or settlements are
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245 to be found it is there I should look. I lean my bike against the statue
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246 (it will do me no good, it was made for paved roads and civilization, as
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247 was I), and begin marching in the direction suggested by my graven
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248 companion.
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249 The march is harder than I at first thought it would be; branches grab
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250 at me with wooden determination, undergrowth trips me, wild berry bushes
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251 tear at my clothing like lovers too long denied an embrace. Very soon I
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252 find that am nearing exhaustion from fatigue and hunger and I must stop; a
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253 quick look shows that I've gone perhaps fifty yards. I'm not accomplishing
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254 anything! But I can't stop, I've got to find a sheltered spot for the
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255 night at the least. So I continue, even though I'd prefer to just lay down
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256 here and sleep. A good sleep it would be, and final as well.
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257 After an eternity of floral abuse I break through to a clearing, and
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258 ahead I see... a house? I'm still on the Mountain, I haven't even begun
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259 the climb down, so this discovery is a bit of a surprise. Its upper
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260 windows stare at me with broken glass eyes under moss covered brows, the
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261 front door hangs open from one hinge as if slack-jawed with surprise at my
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262 visit, but it is shelter! A place to hide from the elements, and if not
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263 warmth then at least a roof over my head!
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264 I knock on the frame at the doorway, fearing that the door might
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265 complete its collapse if I used it, and hesitantly call out, "Hello? Is
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266 anyone home?" No response of course, from all appearances the house has
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267 been abandoned for a long time, so I ask the house's pardon for my trespass
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268 and enter. Dust everywhere! What a mess! But I resist the impulse to
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269 begin cleaning and instead concentrate on making a place to sleep. I block
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270 the doors to the room so as not to present an hors d'oeuvre for some
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271 passing animal, find an old blanket covered with grime, and curl up in a
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272 corner. The blanket is disgustingly dirty, but while cleanliness is next
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273 to godliness, it comes up a poor second next to warmth.
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274 The morning sun shining brightly through the window awakens me, and I
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275 stretch to try to work out the kinks that the cold night air has worked
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276 into my joints while wondering what I'm going to do for food today. The
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277 sunlight also reminds me that my previous eve's preparations didn't include
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278 the windows, so my safety from the creatures of the night was mostly an
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279 imaginary thing.
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280 As I stand, a voice speaks softly from the other side of the room,
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281 "Good morning, I hope that you slept well. Welcome to my home."
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282 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]PAM.[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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283
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284 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (VERY interesting...)
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285 It seemed somewhat proper to use the device at my means to make the contact
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286 I thought would not be possible. It was possible, it did work, and the way
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287 with which contact was established is available. Some might be interested to
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288 know how now that the machinery has changed...
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289 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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290 If I make my entries before the sun rises, wouldn't the rooms around me
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291 be empty? The companion was almost correct, but what I had not mentioned
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292 was that the rooms were LITERALLY empty. Nice try, but we aren't telling.
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293 Members of the Legion are feeling a new breath fill their lungs.
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294 The Innkeeper just shakes his head at all the comotion and mutters
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295 "Whatever." The companion and I had stirred him from his sleep. We apologize.
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296 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ --->the Guardian of the chance meeting/61:07
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297
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298 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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299 From a silent table at the rear of the inn, the piper listened with awe.
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300 He had seen the inn go through massive changes -- the group efforts of all
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301 the storytellers has ranged over the spectrum. We've seen good times and
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302 bad, twits and welcome guests. But, as the cycle rolls on, the only constant
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303 is change. We're seeing a time of good writing, people are developing their
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304 entries and the quality of the writing has rarely been higher. Let's rejoice,
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305 and remember this time to aid us in the inevitable troughs to come.
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306 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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307 film fan film fan film fan film fan film fan film fan film fan
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308 ? ? MiG ? ? : Where did I go to school? University of Common Sense.
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309 Ever hear of it? Notes. You speak of notes. Maybe your 'teacher'
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310 went to the same school as I. These things are universal constants
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311 to all film fans. We don't need classes and lectures to learn them.
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312 They become obvious. A fluke of coincidence? Maybe. Perhaps the
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313 biggest fluke wasn't my message at all, but yours.
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314 film fan film fan film fan film fan film fan film fan film fan
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315 TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
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316 "REPENT HARLEQUIN!" SAID THE TICKTOCKMAN
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317 TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
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318 PAM: You frequent the Mt. Tabor area? I live in that area (near Franklin).
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319 Hmmmmm....
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320 ___________________________________Leonard_________________________________
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321 As I. A mere hop and skip. Pleasant with fair skies.
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322 A harsh, cruel light has shun on one of The New Creators. Reply via PCS!
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323 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ --->the pacing Guardian 61:15
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324 ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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325 I, too, was at the Clackamas County Skills Contests. Although I was in the
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326 Advanced Mechanical Drafting Contest, I saw the computer contest. Farley
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327 did do most of the work involved, but he did have a partner. His partner
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328 didn't do much, but he did spot a few bugs and was a good copier...
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329 Must give credit where credit is due...mostly to Farley, though.
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330 Other scores: Architectural Drafting;1st team,2nd,3rd,4th,5th,and 7th ind.;
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331 Advanced Mechanical;2nd team,6th,10th,11th,12th,and 14th ind.;Drafting
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332 Fundamentals;3rd ind.
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333 Welding;2nd ind.:Mechanics;1st team:Math;bombed:and Business;bombed...
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334 That's the scores for the Estacada teams that participated.
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335 ?????????????????? The Doctor ???????????????????? 04:13 on 03/02/85 ??????????
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336 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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337 I relaxed, and listened to more of the stories of the Inn. The quality and
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338 frequency of the stories was increasing rapidly, and I could not help but
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339 to clap at a few of them.
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340 A light by my side distracted me. The travelling book I had carried with me
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341 cast off an odd, silvery glow. I was being summoned by another mage, someone
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342 who needed my help.
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343 I touched the cover gently, in order to find out more. My fingers tingled for
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344 a moment as the contact became firm. #Milchar! Attack....many dead! Too much
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345 for me...come quickly...# was all I got before the contact faded entirely.
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346 I picked up my book and bade everyone farewell. I tried to match the voice
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347 with a face or a name, but nothing came of it. Walking out of the Inn into the
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348 brisk cold of the winter day, I struggled harder to connect the voice to a
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349 face. Travelling book in hand, I stood in a clearing nearby.
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350 "I don't know what the name of the place I'm going is, so....," I said aloud.
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351 I took a bit of normal-looking dust and proceeded to sprinkle it about in
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352 a circle around me. Reciting words I knew well, an argent flame sprang up
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353 from the dust. Higher and higher it rose, soon blocking my view of my
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354 surroundings. The flame died, and I was no longer at the Inn.
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355 A rocky, twisted landscape met my eyes. The beauty this spot once held was
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356 obvious to the onlooker, but the horrible power required to lay this area
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357 to waste boggled the mind. Flames still rose from some of the farther
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358 mangled trees; the smoke limited vision to a few feet. Large chunks of
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359 earth were overturned, others merely disintergrated into small piles of ash.
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360 "Milchar?" a voice called.
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361 At last, I recognised the voice.
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362 "Dimat, my mentor? What has attacked Celene so?"
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363 ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar +++++++++++++++++ 03/02/85 - 4:31pm ++++++++
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364 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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365 With our tools we worked devotedly. In vain, we worked. We found so little
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366 gain for our efforts. Our efforts' prize was stolden by those who did not work.
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367 Those who never held a tool in their grip. We remained emaciated skeletons with
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368 hollow cheeks and wide eyes. Our hunger drove us to death; our wide eyes shed
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369 the tears.
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370 With our scythes we reaped grain, we reaped lives. At first it was only
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371 soundless grain, and we withdrew a gleaming blade. Then, through pain and anger
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372 it became a weak cry, and we withdrew a blade marked red.
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373 Our blood spilled on the ground. It was like the splashes of wine we were
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374 allowed to see from afar. The redness covered the earth. It consumed the earth.
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375 With our cries and the sound of blades, it fell silently. Our hearts bleed un-
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376 lovingly as we fell into death.
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377 They, with tools transformed to weapons like ours, drank our blood from the
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378 earth. They drank our blood from our dead. They drank our life, to give them-
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379 selves life. They were thieves. They stold from us.
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380 Savages, we thought of them. It was a truth but unjustly thought in our
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381 minds. If we had been the victors, we had have acted as they. We would have
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382 become vamperic in out want for life.
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383 We were they.
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384 It was only chance which caused us to fall. Chance which caused they to be
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385 the savages and not we. It was not merciful sleep or peace to which we fell.
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386 We fell into a heap of tooth-picked bones, bare of red stains and flesh.
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387 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . -Tanya
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390 "I was under the impression we might have resident philosopher and sage on
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391 the habits of the dragon. I was wrong, I can see tha-" The Former turned quick
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392 to see the girl stalking back into the room. He left his sentence unfinished
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393 and unheeded. The girl limpened and fell into the chair with a commotion of
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394 rustling clothes, without saying a word she aimed her eyes at the Former, who
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395 proceded to squirm.
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396 "What did the dragon think about? What did the dragon think about after it
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397 had eaten the pigeon that spoke? Tell me!" Cried the little girl in demand.
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398
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399 "The dragon never told me, I never thought to ask. I am sorry, shall we go
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400 and ask him now"?" Said the Former, trying to sound as complementary as he
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401 could. It may be that complements mean something to the girl, he thought.
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402
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403 "I should like to do that, when could we go and ask him?" Demanded the
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404 wisp of a girl, with a charisma and power to her voice that virtually told him
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405 that they must leave whenever the girl could make it.
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406 "We might leave now, my dear um, um, yes, we can leave now. Can't we?"
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407 Asked the Former, speaking loudly that a parent might hear him and stop this.
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408
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409 "I can'T" Admitted the girl slowly. "My nanny would not like that one bit
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410 at all." Said the girl, realizing this dependance weakened her position.
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411 "Well then, perhaps when your nanny decides you are old enough, we may go
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412 and visit the old dragon, lazily sitting on a rocky spire. Blinking only when a
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413 rock bounces of his tough scales with a thud. Maybe in another few years he
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414 may decide to stand slowly on his feet, and stretch his wings out for practice.
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415 And maybe then, after looking tiredly to every detail, he might take aflight
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416 and come to you. Maybe he will swoop in the skies above you one day and decide
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417 to explain his dreams to you, my dear girl, maybe then you might ask him. Till
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418 then, you're stuck."
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419
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420 The Former realized what these words of whimsy and fany were doing to the
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421 porr girl. She would rust inside until she had gone after this dragon. It was
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422 less than nice, but it instilled that thing inside her that might search for
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423 the lazy dragons or the whispering mosquito, or whatever. She would treasure
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424 other people after all. Provided she was allowed to try, and with her will, I
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425 really do not doubt that she will be allowed. Or that she will allow herself.
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429 I may not be nearly as precise or nifty as other writers, but I do enjoy
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430 writing stories. Please do not become annoyed that I waste your time, I am
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431 only wandering in search of the lazy dragons...
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432
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433 SageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSage
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434
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435 The sun was flaring red streams of light through the rustling leaves. On
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436 autumn trees. The breeze was light, and felt the last warmth of an afternoon
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437 in autumn. The winter and the night were oncoming soon, and they both brought
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438 the cold.
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439
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440 The Sage stepped out onto the white marble floors of his terrace, out from
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441 his den and watched the leaves rustle for a moment. The autumn reminded him
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442 of seeing a year go by without any friends, anyone to hold in his arms. A
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443 friend of the sense that you could act cute around, and mimic a child with. Who
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444 was soft and pretty, and did not mind a stolen kiss. I knew no such friends.
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445
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446 Sometheing in the Sage stirred to the past and his warm and cuddling days
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447 while being cute, and stealing kisses from the girl. A sly smile stole across
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448 the Sage's chin, and his eyes crinkled for the joy of those days bygone.
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449
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450 The Sage saw several leaves fall to the cold dirt, and then blown over the
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451 n by a chilling breeze. As he saw them tumble across the grass, then fall,
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452 then lift again, the Sage though of the oncoming night, nd winter, they brought
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453 the cold.
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454
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455 The Sage turned on his heel and wandered into his den, passing through the
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456 drapes which swayed in the sunny breezes. He stood next to his desk, and began
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457 to reflect on his writings. He did not enter into the plethora of details, and
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458 he avoided deciding on thse details for now. In this rd light of the dying sun
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459 he chose not to think about the pages striped in the sun's glow. He instead
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460 thought about why he wrote it, and when he did. And about for whom it would be
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461 read by. The Sage decided this work could be shelved for now, there were other
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462 writings and other tomes to be written. Other things to do which interested
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463 him much more. And perhaps his guest and the forthcoming guests were deserving
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464 of plenty more of his attention. The Sage picked up a roll of vellum, and two
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465 sacks and ran down his carpetted halls to where the Odd One was. In search of
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466 another player for his game, and this one the Sage was good at.
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467
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468 SageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSage
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469 ^*&_@#*%@#)%*_!#)*%_)!^&_)$#&^)_!#$^&*_)#*&^+!*&+_!)*$#)+(!#$+&*+#_$)*&+!#$*&)_
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470 Mikey: Yes, the AT fluctuated just about every time I ran the program. You
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471 said COPYLINK was coming UPS, but I got two disks in the mail today. Is the
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472 manual still on the way, or will I need a manual? I'll be able to run the
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473 PCjr tests Monday. Do you want me to mail the stuff back to you, or give
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474 it to you at Thursday's PCS social?
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475 Piper: Progress! Yes progress is being made in the great PLOT10 hunt. I am
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476 now trying to get in contact with a lady in Marketing who supposedly takes
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477 care of such requests. Since PSU got the terminal as a donation, we are
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478 trying to do the same with the support software.
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479 Gaudy: What can I say? Sad, not mad. I could never be mad. Je suis desole'!
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480 Farley: Let me also congratulate you on your accomplishments. Well done! I
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481 bet old Tom was surprised, you being from 'Estacada' and all! Have you ever
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482 taken part in the physics Olympics? Check in at PCS for private mail.
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483 *%_*@#_)%*#@_)%!*_)%!_)%*!@_)% L'homme sans Parity *%_)#@*%_@#)*!_)%*_%*_)*%*%*
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484 ::::::::::__________::::::::::__________::::::::::__________::::::::::________
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485 Alas, I see that the Inn is being filled with the sweet sounds of stories
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486 once again! All I feel that I can say is, "Hooray!"
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487
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488 Pam.- Hmmmm.....your story is really good. I like the fresh approach to the
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489 idea, and it is good to have somehing besides another spy story here!!!!!
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490 ::::::::::__________:::::::::: The Jiz /// __________::::::::::________
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491
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492 P.S.--- TO The Film Fan: Perhaps you should also remember that if a person is
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493 trained to watch a film critically, (s)he will tend to notice a certain
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494 shot of a scene that was obviously edited MORE SO than a person who was
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495 watching for enjoyment only and not paying attention to the quality of the
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496 picture. I know that in my case, after playing with film editing for a few
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497 years, I can watch a film and almost notice each splice.....but that dosn't
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498 necessarily mean that the film has been poorly edited, just not masterfuly
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499 edited...... J ///.......
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500
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501 JoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshua
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502 Gaudy: is there any regular time/day you are at the place on Macadam?
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503 I look for your Fiat every night when I drive by on my way home, but haven't
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504 noticed you yet.
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505 L'homme: I finally got it (more-or-less) set up. You know how touchy my
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506 original system is - it didn't like being shifted two feet to the right.
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507 I finally convinced it to cooperate, though, which is how this message is
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508 being entered. The arrangement isn't great yet, since I can't get too
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509 permanent until I get all the cable, but in the meantime, I'm operative.
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510 Since I don't want to fill up our beloved BackWater with non-story stuff,
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511 I'll get off and leave more elsewhere. This just happened to be the first
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512 board I was able to get on while testing.
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513 JoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshua
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514 Man this BBS is weird! -JQB
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515
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516 -+- -+-
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517 PAM: It looks as if you have quite a bit of "cleaning up"
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518 ahead of you here. ENJOY!
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519 -+- -+- --+ JUGGLER +-- -+- -+-
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521 ********************************************************
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522 L'homme: Hmmm, I knew I should have walked that order through,
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523 it was a bit abnormal, and of course they screwed it up. Grrr.
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524 Ok, for now just use the help command. I'll bring you a manual
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525 at the social. The social will be fine for the information on
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526 the computers, I'll be interested in seeing how it turns out.
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527 I am still intreged at the inconsistant results of the AT.
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528 I could see it being consitantly inconsistant, but inconsistantly
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529 inconsistant? I wonder why? The picture was taken over a one
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530 second time slice, I can't imagine what could cause such a wild
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531 variation, unless the clock itself isn't accurate.
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532 Leonard: If I can find it, I'll bring that Pied Piper info Thrusday
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533 too.
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534 ************************** CISTOP MIKEY ***************************
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535 SOMETHING I HAVE ALWAYS WONDERED, "WELL
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536 NOT REALLY, BUT EVER SINCE I HAVE KNOWN
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537 ABOUT BWMS", WHAT TYPE OF COMPUTER DOES
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538 THIS BOARD RUN FROM AND HOW COME ONLY
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539 629 LINES CAN BE SAVED? WHAT TYPE OF A
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540 DISK DRIVE DOES IT HAVE THAT ONLY HOLDS
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541 629 LINES OR IS THE INFORMATION STORED
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542 IN SOME OTHER WAY?
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543 WHY DO BIRDS FLY? HOW FAR IS IT TO THE
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544 MOON? WHY DOES THE POWER STEERING ON A
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545 CAR ALWAYS SQUEEL IF YOU TURN IT TO FAR?
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546 HOW MANY DROPS OF WATER ARE THERE IN THE
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547 SEA? WHICH DIRECTION DOES A DISK DRIVE
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548 SPIN? DOES ELECTRICITY FLOW OR MOVE?
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549 I HAVE MANY OTHER QUESTIONS IF YOU WOULD
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550 LIKE SOME MORE WRITE TO...
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551 QUESTIONS GALORE
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552 ????? ?.?. ?????? ??.
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553 ?????? ??. ?????
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554 QUESTIONS QUESTIONS QUESTIONS QUESTIONS
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555 ANSWER ANSWER ANSWER:
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556 THE ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTIONS, MY FRIEND, IS WRITTEN ON THE WIND!!!
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557 ANSWERTY ANSWERTY ANSWERAK
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558 THANKS!
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559 BUT I'M SURE SYSOP KNOWS THE ANSWER TO SOME OF THEM ANYWAY!, (I HOPE)
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560 QUESTIONS QUESTIONS QUESTIONS QUESTIONS
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561 Some answer: One part of knowledge consists of being ignorant of such thingd
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562 as are not worthy to be known. ef
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563 BWMS isn't a computer, it's a text storage device converted to BBS usage
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564 when it reached the end of its useful life in the other incarnation, it
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565 just works out to 629 lines (isn't that enough?), birds fly to escape silly
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566 questions, power steering squeaks out of mortification at reaching its
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567 limits, there are enough drops to make the sea wet (but no more than that
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568 due to the principle of conservation of drips), it depends on which side of
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569 the drive you're looking at (though a good response might be 'forward'),
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570 electricity is just a figment of your imagination. Next question?
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571
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572 ^^^^^ which side? in relation to what? the door? the floor? the 'top' of
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573 ^^^^^ the infernal contraption? prehaps 'down onto it' would do, assuming
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574 ^^^^^ that it is flat (in relation to the floor) when you look at it.
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575 ^^^^^ but then again, who's ever heard of one that was round as opposed to
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576 ^^^^^ flat? i guess you're right, it all depends on which side of the drive
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577 ^^^^^ your looking at... wow, deja vous.
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578 ^^^^^ your looking at... wow, deja vous.
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579 ^^^^^ your looking at... wow, deja vous.
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580 ^^^^^ what? did i sleep type again? i really must stop...
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581 ^^^^^ o.k. i'll stop! i'll stop! i'll stop!
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582 ^^^^^ ... but only if you give me a cookie first.
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583 ^^^^^ ---the wierded out guardian of lower case 64:06 cleaning the b.
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