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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 17 FEB 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 *******************************************************************************
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21 (chuckle, snort, big grin) on the top!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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22 oh it feels so good.
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23 ******************************************oreocookieskathyd*******************
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24
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25 mikey: disk b should be disk c no?
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26 jack: message received, ok get us out of the pits with our skins.-thanks-
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27 ***********************************kathyd**************************************
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28
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29 it's been said before... "so close..."
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30
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31 *)_%#*%)_!*%_)@!*_)#*^_)#$&^_)*^_)@#&*^)_&^_)#$*!^_+)*!^)_+&_)$#*^$_)@#^&*#_)$&^_#)^*#$_)^&#_)^*#_$)^&_#)^*#_)^*_)#^&_#$)^^
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32 "Farley", L'homme began, "sometimes I worry about you. Actually I worry about you almost all of the time. I have
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33 noticed your devotion to Fred with much more than a little concern. Maybe the NET indoctrination didn't spell things out
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34 as clearly as it should have, so I am going to try and point out a few things to you."
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35 Farley knew he was in for a big lecture, but instead of resisting, he pushed back his seat a bit, and prepared
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36 himself for the sermon. #The drive to the southeast address won't take that long,#, Farley mused, #maybe we'll get there
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37 before I am chastised too much.#
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38 L'homme directed the Fiat, coffins full of electronics and all, onto the Banfield Battlefield, settled into the
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39 far left lane, and began.
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40 "When NET began many years ago, definitions between good and evil were much more clear. We had no doubts about
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41 what we were doing. The individuals who initiated the NET agent network realized from the start, that in order to get
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42 premium results from field agents, those agents must totally believe in what they were doing. In a business such as the
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43 one you find yourself in now, there can be no second thoughts; no rationalizations about why you are here or what you are
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44 doing. To second-guess a directive, or not take split-second action could result in the failure to carry out a mission,
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45 and even more importantly, your death. You must hold the NET ideals as your own, or you will never live long enough to
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46 tell your grandchildren what you did when you were young."
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47 L'homme paused for a second to change lanes. They were now in the middle lane, coming up on the 33rd street exit.
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48 Cars jostled for position, maneuvering in and out, trying to avoid being caught in the wrong place when the right lane
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49 ended. #Bumper cars without the bumps#, L'homme thought.
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50 NET's creators appreciated the need for agent independence. They instilled this independence in every portion of
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51 NET agent training. But there was something more; something that was learned from other para-military intelligence
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52 organizations. Although an agent should never be without his complement of extra-ordinary gadgets and gizmos, the devices
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53 that sometimes give him or her that winning edge over the opposition, the gadgets and gizmos should never overshadow the
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54 agent that is using them." L'homme's voice seemed to tremble a bit. Something Farley had never heard before. "The agent
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55 IS the MOST important thing. You must never forget that. You can loose your secret decoder ring in a fight. Your sidearm
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56 weapon can run out of power or ammunition. You can loose you walkie-talkie watch with Telex capability. You must never
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57 lose yourself. You must always realize that you, Agent Farley, are more than a driver of a slick AI car, or the shooter
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58 of a nickel-plated .45. You are a NET agent, and places you on a diases that must never tip. To fall from your elevated
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59 position is to fall from grace in NET, and to lose your life in the process. SPECTER never understood this ideal, and they
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60 were soundly defeated. The CIA never understood this ideal, and they are but an international joke amongst spy
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61 organizations. Control understood, but was never able to gather the caliber of agents needed to pull things off perfectly.
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62 Nonetheless they were successful, most of the time, against KAOS. NET believes this, lives this, and imparts this to all
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63 of its agents. You were run through the system so quickly that there wasn't time to inculcate these paradigms in you.
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64 #Inculcate these paradigms?# Farley was more than perplexed. #He sometimes uses big words, but I think I get the
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65 meaning.#
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66 "Farley, your devotion to Fred was what started this. Fred is but a tool. Your tool. You must never forget that...
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67 Farley interrupted. "Fred is more than a gun or a watch or a secret decoder ring. His designers have given him a
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68 personality. He is a thinking creature, capable of loyalty and friendship to me. You haven't worked with him, there is no
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69 way you could know."
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70 "You are right, I don't know Fred, but I do know what it is to feel a sort of comradery with an inanimate object
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71 such as a car. I used to have one too. It was different from Fred in many ways, but to hear you speak of Fred, my car
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72 wasn't so different. You can only go through so much with something before you start to feel a kinship with it, car or not
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73 I understand where you are coming from Farley, but you must also understand my position. The only person or thing you
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74 must put your utmost trust in is yourself. Someday Fred won't be there, and then what? You can only depend on yourself.
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75 That is the basis for all NET training. Do you understand?"
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76 Farley was silent for a few moments. Then he nodded, and responded in the affirmative. "Yes. I understand. Don't
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77 miss your exit."
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78 L'homme guided the car up the off ramp. Minutes later, they were almost there. What would greet the agents at this
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79 new location? No one in the entire organization could even have come close to guessing, but there is time enough to explai
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80 that in the next NET entry.
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81 *%)_#*%@#)_%*#_@)%*@_#)%*@_)#*%
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82 ch /loose/lose/ (duh?) ch /explai/explain/ sorry!
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83 voyeur:You missed a fun pizza feed. natch.
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84 piper:I am getting the run-around. You know... 'please go to office 123d' 123d-'please go to office 117i' 117i-'please talk
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85 to....' ad nauseum. I'll try again Monday. No work, but school is open.
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86 Mystery Author:NET sent two representatives to the CBBS/Aloha party last night to check into rumors of enemy
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87 activity. We didn't find any, but a not-missing-for-the-time-being Gaudy Minsky said she was working on a new entry, and would
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88 try to enter it today (Sunday). I gave her M.A. #1, so she knows the score.
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89 *%)_#@*%_#%*_!*%_*#$_)^&*#$_)!^*!#_)^*!#_)^* L'homme sans Parity *%_)#*%_)*%!)_*^)_)_^#$*^_#^)&#_)$^*#_$)^)_#!$*^!_#)^*!
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90 Amongst all this wit, I leave you 2 For Sale's:
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91 -----------------------------------------------
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92 For Sale: Heath/Zenith H89A:
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93 ----------------------------
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94 - 64K RAM
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95 - 1 Drive w/HDOS (Assembler, etc.)
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96 - Green Screen CRT
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97 - 3 RS-232C ports (1 DTE, 2 DCE)
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98 - 2 8 Bit Parallel Ports, 2 Handshaking Lines/Port
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99 - Benton Harbor BASIC
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100 - MBASIC
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101 - PIE Text Editor
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102 - CPS Computerized Phone System
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103 - *** $500 Cash (I'll deliver) ***
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104 The best time to reach me is from 8AM-12PM, Mon-Fri.
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105 Contact:
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106 Tom Handley / New Age Communications
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107 656-xxxx (Oregon City Area)
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108 For Sale:
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109 =========
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110 Okidata u92 Printer
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111 - 8 1/2" X 11" Paper
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112 - 160 cps Data Processing Mode/40 cps Correspondence Mode
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113 - 80, 96, And 136 Columns
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114 - Dot Addressable Graphics
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115 - Host of Other features...
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116 - 8 New Ribbons
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117 - Modified For Both Serial And Centronics Interface
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118 (Just flip a switch on the rear)
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119 - *** $400 Cash (I'll deliver) ***
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120 The best time to get a hold of me is from 8AM-12PM, Mon-Fri.
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121 Contact:
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122 Tom Handley / New Age Communications
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123 656-xxxx (Oregon City Area)
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124 /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
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125
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126 Isis: Speaking as a relatively silent guest of the Backwater Inn, I can
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127 say with certainty that the fair residents herein will never snicker at what
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128 you say. If you are wrong they will point this out, usually with a fair
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129 amount of tact; you may even be lucky enough to start a raging debate or a
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130 host of commentary; but you will never be looked down on. The folkes
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131 around here are very nice about that.
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132 Leonard: WHEN I join,(that is, as soon as I round up 20 bucks) I will
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133 no doubt join the shire where I now reside, Coeur de Valle. After I get
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134 out of school, then I will pack up my bow and move to Three Mountains.
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135 No, I wasn't aware that my border had a meaning, but I will surely look
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136 it up as soon as I get back to my books.
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137 To All Concerned: as far as the True Names debate goes, I might as well
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138 contribute my two cents. I feel that it is a matter of personal taste and
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139 whim(whims are very important things, you know.) If you feel like baring
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140 your soul to all the patrons assembled, then please do so...but if, like
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141 your poor sorcerer's apprentice here (or whatever it is I'm studying down
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142 there), you feel better using a pseudonym, or pseudosex, or whatever, then
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143 by all means do so. That's why this is here, methinks...to be a forum for
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144 YOU, to express YOUR feeling and emotions and (here's that word again)
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145 whatever. That was a nickel, rather than two cents, sorry.
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146
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147 If all the world's a stage and all the men and women
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148 merely palyers,
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149 (players)(sorry)
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150 then WHO'S PRODUCING THIS TURKEY???????
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151 (PRODUCING?? I thought we were doing improvs. Somebody show me a script!!)
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152
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153 Fare thee well... (any meesages will be saved by my devoted brother...
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154 so TALK TO ME!!)
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155 /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/Luingil/\/\/\/\/\/\/\(STUDY HELP NEEDED)/\/\/
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156
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157 Okay, what is this devoted brother stuff I keep hearing???? Oh well, I might
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158 as well do it.... (like those dots!)........ (((these too))) Jeez, should
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159 I save all this too?? I think I will just to be silly!
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160 ^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^:^(devoted?)^:^:^:^:^
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161 'tis better to be a devoted brother
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162 than a deported brother, as in the
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163 brother from another planet, or the
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164 brother with the double chin, or the
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165 brother with three %@#....
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166 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$#
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167 I thought on what L'homme had said. Everything he had said made sense, but if he'd only talked to Fred once...
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168 Our destination was rapidly approaching. I wished that I would've had more time to stop and think.
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169 L'homme turned the car down a few narrow streets, and parked it. "We walk from here, Farley. The place is most likely
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170 guarded, and the streets watched. Just remember what I've said, okay?"
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171 "I will...," I said, not able to think of anything else.
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172 We began walking. L'homme began to talk as if we were on a causal tour of the neighborhood. I returned the
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173 banter for appearances. Then the building came into view.
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174 It was a two-story house, seeming no different than the many others around. It was well-kept and recently painted with
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175 an off-white color. A two-car garage that formed part of the house showed us how the van was supposed to get inside.
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176 "That's it," L'homme whispered, interspersing his banter with his words.
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177 I was, in the meantime, having difficulty keeping up the talk. "Do-you-learn-to-do-this-in-NET-training?", I managed
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178 to whisper while keeping up the talk at the same time.
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179 "Yes. You're doing well for your first time. I see a window that we can get to from the roof," L'homme whisper-said.
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180 "I-think-I-see-a-ladder-next-door," I whispered back. We had, by this time, passed the house. Seeing that there was
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181 no one at home at the house next door, L'homme and I turned to walk up to the front door.
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182 "That lock'll be a cinch," L'homme whispered. I bent over and picked up a small toy on the lawn, and at the same time
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183 moved myself between L'homme and the house next door. "Go-ahead," I said.
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184 With my shielding his actions, L'homme had the door open in the same time it would have taken with a key. "After
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185 you," he said.
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186 We entered, and suddenly our banter dropped. My brain thanked me for the rest. "That's hard to do."
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187 "Yes. Now, don't touch anything in here. We're just using this house as cover. Now, did you notice where they had
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188 their lookout posted?"
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189 I strained to remember. Nothing. "No."
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190 "Look closer next time. They had one at the living-room window. There's probably another at the back. I'd guess
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191 there's five or six guys in there in all. Plus Gaudy, Flemming, and parts of Fred."
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192 "At least I DID see that there's no one upstairs. And that ladder is our passage up there. Neither of the lookouts
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193 can see us if we approach the house from the sides."
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194 "Not bad, Farley, not bad. And our cover for being out there with a ladder?"
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195 I pointed to a pile of paint cans, brushes, rollers, and overalls. "Care to try on one of those overalls, Da Vinci?"
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196 L'homme smiled, and we each put on overalls. Grabbing a can and a brush each, we left out the side door.
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197 We moved the ladder up to the window, and very gently set it alongside the house. L'homme climbed up first, depositing
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198 his brush and can on the roof just below the window. I climbed up and followed suit.
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199 We moved closer to the window, and carefully peered in. "What the...", we whispered tin unison.
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200 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# Farley #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# 14:28 - 02/17/85 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$#
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201
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202 ttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
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203
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204 if i was only a little less worried over people and their opinions... i might
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205 leave a little song... tin unison written by yours truly...
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206
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207 ttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttgtttttttttttttttttttttttttttgtttttttttttttttttt
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208
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209 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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210
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211 "Why aren't you there? Helping my father, a kindly old man, who's helped
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212 you more than once!" Screamed the girl, he face slightly twisted with tears.
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213 The Former reached an unsteady hand, to slowly wipe away her tears and lift
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214 some of the horrible agony that is worry and fear.
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215
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216 The little girl in the robes of a peasant fell into the arms of the Former,
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217 and almost tipped him over in the doing. She cried into his fur, letting all
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218 pretenses drop and all worries fade away into a time that was gone for now.
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219
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220 After a long while, the girl stood up and straightened her rags, then told
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221 the Former that they would leave now. Leave finally for a place where another
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222 person cried for worry and self doubt. Finally to the aid of a friend.
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223
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224 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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225
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226 [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
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227 To the Guardian......
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228 Just to clarify..East Ave is called a tavern, but it's not REALLY a tavern
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229 It's more of a coffee-house-that-sells-every-beer-known-to-man-house...So there
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230 are no drunks or many wierd people there,well not too many wierd people...
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231 Anyway it has a nice atmosphere like PC&S. If age is the question I wouldn't
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232 worry about that too much either.
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233 So....it's on E Burnside at about 8th. Maybe later.....
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234 [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
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235 PS: Is this board getting alot more serious or what?
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236 [[[[[[[[[[[[[ MENTAT & LORAC ]]]]]]]]]
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237
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238 Masturbation: Using a margin of 128 when entering your stories, thereby ren-
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239 dering them illegible to anyone whose screen does not show lines of 132 char-
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240 acters. If you are just writing for your own personal pleasure, fine. If you
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241 are just writing to impress your friend, fine. If you want the rest of us to
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242 take you seriously, show some courtesy. It's bad enough having to figure out
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243 the convoluted punctuation, mangled grammar, and poor spelling(some of which is
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244 due to "Enter Only", I know(hope?)) without having this particular problem to
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245 contend with... "You may not like what I have to say, but you'll have to
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246 kill me to keep me from saying it..." Patrick Henry
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247
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248 MathMathMathMathMathMathMathMathMathMathMathBOC1
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249
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250 Geometry problem: Naturally the difference between the volume of the sphere
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251 and the cylinder varies with the radius of the sphere (or of the cylinder).
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252 I believe the answer can be found with the following equation:
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253 V(sphere-cylinder)=(2/3)PI(2R^3-9R^2+81)
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254
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255 I don't really know what direction you wanted us to go with this, but I derived
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256 the equation with respect to the radius of the sphere (R). The same could have
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257 been done with respect to the radius of the base of the cylinder. Also, the
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258 equation could have been factored in many different ways. Oh well.
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259 MathMathMathMathMathMathMathMathMathMathMathMathMathMathMathMathMathMathMath
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260 Luingil: My sympathies are more with Stromgard (perhaps being one of the
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261 founding members has something to do with that). I currently reside in the
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262 "unofficial" Stromgard embassy in Three Mountains. As for the meaning of
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263 /\/\ according to the infamous MIT "jargon file" it is TTY for "giggle"!?
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264 Math & QUIZMASTER: Sorry, I discovered AFTER I posted it, that there IS
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265 a detail missing, I've got to try to find the original in my library...
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266 ARRRGGHH! (and the answer is REAL weird!)
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267 ____________________________________Leonard________________________________
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268 Pam: Bawdy songs? ME?! I know some VERY bawdy songs, but I doubt that the
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269 Innkeeper would permit them.... (Piper, perhapss you know one them? "The
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270 Ball at Kerrimuir"?)
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271 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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272 ps. Mikey: Here's to 719!!!
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273 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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274 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ETC.^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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275 A Dream
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276
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277 I am sitting on a stool about four and a half feel high. The room is
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278 dark, but looking around I can see counters and an refigerator, a micro-
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279 wave. The counter, shelves, and cupboards are all white. The stool I am
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280 sitting on is black.
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281 Beneath my feet is the cold tile floor, stretching in all directions in
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282 the dark. I cannot see the counters anymore, or hear the icemaker. I
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283 can only see the floor slipping into the darkness in all directions. I
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284 feel as though I am in some very large, very dark room. I try to speak,
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285 to see if my words reflect from distant walls. My lips move, my breath
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286 passes my lips, but there is no sound. Or is it just swallowed up by the
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287 walls of darkness that press in on me.
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288 I try to move from my stool, but as my feet touch the floor I see a
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289 ghost of movement deep within the darkness, just a whisper of a shadow.
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290 I stop. I wait a long time, my eyes straining at the darkness, as if by
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291 will alone I can force my eyes to see.
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292
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293 Nothing.
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294
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295 I slip back onto the stool, no longer willing to give up the small perch
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296 above the cool white floor.
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297 Again I try to speak, to call out. Again the darkness swallows the ds
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298 so that even I cannot hear the sounds.
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299
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300
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301 Much later I see a shape in the dark. I turn slowly towards it. I feel
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302 the tightness of my back and arms from to long sitting and stareing into
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303 the darkness. The shape does not move as I turn. It is a person. As I
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304 strain at the darkness I see a hand holding some kind of leather strap.
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305 The strap is looped around the wrist, pulling the arm down and forward.
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306 As time passes I see the shape of a dog at the end of the strap. It
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307 pulls forward, its shoulders tight, it eyes fixed. I follow its stare.
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308
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309 For the first time I see a small shape on the floor. It is just a few
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310 feet from my stool, a little dark rumpled pile. It is leather and there
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311 are thongs tied to it laying on the floor beside it. As I watch I see the
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312 pile darken. A puddle begins to form beneath it. The dark stain begins to
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313 stread across the tiles, crawling fast within the cracks and moving thickly
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314 along the white surface of the tile's face.
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315 The stain is red. Not the bright red of hollywood blood, but a deep
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316 burgundy, the color of blood fouled by sickness and age.
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317 I here the dog breath, just out of sight in the darkness. I here the
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318 soft slap of the strap being dropped. The dog waits. A moment later the
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319 hand behind the dog flicks its fingers forward. Without having turned to
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320 see the sign the dog leaps forward, somehow getting traction on the hard
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321 tile its quiet energy throwing it forward with only the soft sounds of its
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322 paws on the floor. It is the only sound I can hear. The dog moves
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323 incredibly fast, but as I watch him pass I feel as thought my mind is
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324 moving even faster. I watch his body stretch in the first explosion of
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325 movement, and as his legs hit the floor I see the ripple of flesh as the
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326 wave of the impact travels up the leg. I can count the hairs on his back
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327 and see every detail of the dark wet tissue around the eye. The muscles
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328 along the snout are pulled taut, flattening the whiskers back against the
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329 short fur below the eyes.
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330 The back legs hit the floor and the dog leaps again, streaching even
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331 stretching
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332 farther as he gathers speed.
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333 He lands with one foot on either side of the pile of leather, his teeth
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334 bared, drool spilling from his lips. He grasps the pile in his teeth and
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335 shakes it violently, drops of blood fly in every direction, falling on the
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336 white tile, splattering everywhere.
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337 I can see now that the pile is a mask. A large peice of leather with
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338 crude holes cut for eyes and mouth, shaped to fit over the front of the
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339 face and tie in the back of the head.
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340 The smell of the blood has made the dog wild. He is frenzied as he rips
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341 at the mask with his teeth. I watch as he stands on the lower part of the
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342 mask and fixes his teeth through out of the eye holes. With a series of
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343 fierce jerks he rip the leather of the mask turning the eye into a
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344 hideous gash.
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345 I watch transfixed as the dog tears and chews the mask into small peices.
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346
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347 The dog stands, and with one look over his sholder towards the shape
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348 standing in the dark, he begin to lick the blood from the floor.
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349
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350 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ETC.^^^^^^^^^^^
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351 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] THE TIN MAN [/] [/] [/] [/]
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352 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ETC.^^^^^^^^^^^
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353 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] Adrian- THE TIN MAN [/] [/] [/] [/]
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354 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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355 Adrian, my friend, the tin man--
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356 I don't know what to say. Words, lack me, caught in my throat. I'm
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357 lost... talk to me somewhere, please... I have stared at this screen.
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358 Trying, trying to write... nothing, nothing. The light is too harsh.
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359 The darkness too unsettling. -Tanya
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360 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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361 The cold, the bitter biting cold, why is it so damn cold?
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362 My skin is a mass of bumps and the hairs on my arms have
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363 risen as if to climb away from the shudders and seizures of
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364 my frigid body. Even my mouth has rebeled with my teeth
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365 clattering so that I must separate them in order to prevent
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366 the enamel from being chipped into small pieces.
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367 Must I suffer so? Why am I not warming nor even gaining any kind
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368 of control of my senses? Is this the death that many have warned
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369 about? Does freezing to death mean violent convulsing rapture?
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370 Where is the peaceful sleep? How many times have I heard that one
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371 just closes his eyes and you never wake up? How could anyone
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372 attempt to become peaceful when his entire body is reverberating
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373 to the point of shattering? I must get control, I must get control,
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374 I must get, , , , I must, , , ,I mu, , ,I, , , - - -
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375 TTTTTTTHHHHHH--"The Cold"--OOOOOORRRRRR
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376
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377
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378 fg
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379
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380 sondargaard... call me when you get to the headquarters... if you still
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381 breathe that is... remember this... it is of importance...
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382
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383
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384 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (of ^^^ and ^^^)
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385 Tin Man: P-, it is with great humility that i recant my previous statements,
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386 my previous thoughts and impressions. In so little a time, you have become
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387 one that has been the cause of many a thought. You have taken The Mask and
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388 carried it farther and deeper than I have dreamed. Your privacy was never
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389 in jepordy(sp). As I stated elsewhere- "I only seem to have a problem with
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390 keeping *MY* identities a secret." They never last- but yours could have
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391 been forever. At this, I extend my hand as well as my apologies.
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392 ^^^^^ --->the Guardian
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393 My Legion is finding it hard to scurry their fingers across the keys lately.
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394 Everything will be taken into account. The Emotions and all.
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395 ^^^^^
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396 ***** kathyd: Thank you for the "prize", but what brought it about? (smirk)
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397 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ --->the Guardian 49:03
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398
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399 tilean ripped at the stick... trying to turn the copter to avoid another wave
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400 of oncoming copters... the controls were sluggish... results of the tail rotor
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401 being shot up in one of the initial strafing raids...
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402
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403 the gray skies... blemished with the black forms of sleek fighters... dancing
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404 around each other... swooping to and fro... with one sinking low to the ground
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405 once in a little while... to terrorize the copter below...
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406 tilean pulled back on the stick... and with the normal grace of the airborne
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407 the nose pulled high into the air... the twin turrets turned to one of the six
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408 fighters above... drew bead... and let rip with a continuous thumop... one of
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409 the ships burst into a thousand peices... leaving a cloud of flame to disperse
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410 and metal shards to fall slowly... tilean swooped the nose down with equal
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411 grace as the previous maneuvers... and flew only feet above the grassy plains
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412 of the airport... and soon disappeared behind a slope...
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413
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414 the silence and still serenity of the sloping plain was soon again destroyed
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415 in the screaming sounds of fighters pacing after an enemy now proven... oover
|
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416 the thick crackle of a certain radio frequency someone was heard to say... "wa
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417 the hell is he... rise to fifty meters and ride the crescents of the slopes..."
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418
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419 still silence dominated the still serenity of the slopes... interrupted only
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420 rarely by the screaming sounds of fighter engines... in patrol patterns... they
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421 had lost him... ought to regroup at another elevation...
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422
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423 tilean shoved the stick downward... with a grace betrayed only in the motions
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424 of the fighter... and not in the thrashing of the fighter controls... the two
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425 fore turrets drew bead again one another fighter... the continuous thumps...
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426 and once again shards of metal and flaming gas... strewn along the intended
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427 path of the fighter... a decisive reminder of training... and the wise intent
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428 of the many sayings around the Earth... eavesdropping is fun... just never get
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429 caught at it...
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430
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431 the continuous thumping did not stop... and the turrets emptied into gray
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432 skies and flaming hulks... soon only a rasping came from the turrets... and all
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433 of the fighters were lain against the grassy slopes... and tilean was streaming
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434 off into the skies... under the clouds... flying free for another day...
|
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435
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436 ttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttgtttggttgggtttttgtttttttttttg
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437
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438 gaudy minsky... is it my turn or am i simply being ignored... i know what it
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439 is... i leaned a little heavy on the net betrayal bit... sorry for that little
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440 episode... i only saught to protect you from a dutifully unnescessary absense
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441 with no reason in sight...
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442 sondargaard... i asked you to call the towers... not the academy annex... try
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443 again old friend... anyway... did you see that little thing in the oregonian
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444 about your little talk with morey and schafier...?
|
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445
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446 whomever was talking about margin lengths as though they might be slaughtered
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447 for doing so... i am not a slaughterer... even though i was a bit less than
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448 reassured by your general declarations that leaving messages that did not end
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449 up conforming to everyone else and their screen lengths... was wrong and was an
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450 act of masturbation...
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451
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452 tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttgtttggtttgttttggggttgggtgttgggtgtggttt
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453
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||
454 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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455 tilean: just a couple of points that bothered me during the action -- the
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456 last rotary wing aircraft I had anything to do with had quite different
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457 controls -- the tail rotor speed was controlled by a set of foot pedals, and
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458 the main rotor was controlled by two pitch controls: the overall pitch
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459 of the rotor blades by the collective pitch control (also containing an
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460 engine speed control via a motorcycle-type twist grip throttle), a single
|
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461 lever to the left of the pilot's position, and the cyclic pitch control, which
|
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462 controled the pitch of the rotor blades at different points in the revolution.
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463 The last joy-stick controls that I am aware of were in fixed-wing aircraft.
|
||
464 If things have changed, my apologies -- I've not been following aircraft for
|
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465 many years now. (On rereading the above, I see that I forgot to mention
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466 that the cyclic control was suspended from the roof of the aircraft.)
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467 ppppppppppppppppp
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468 all: We seem to be shaping up for a re-run of the great margin wars of
|
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469 yesteryear. There are two opposing viewpoints -- each fully valid --
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470 about margin length. One viewpoint states that with only 629 lines of data
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||
471 available on a disk, anything less than a full 128 characters is a sinful waste
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472 of precious disk space. The other is the viewpoint of someone whose terminal/
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||
473 computer/idic-screen does not "wrap-around" long lines. This person sees only
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474 the first x characters of a line (where x may be 22, 32, 40, 64, 80 or another
|
||
475 machine-dependent value) and feels that use of any other portion of the line
|
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476 is an insult to him/her. Mikey suggested during the course of the last one
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477 that the margin be set to 72 characters. This seems to be a good compromise
|
||
478 for most folks -- if your machine won't wrap on this short a line, there
|
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479 is not much hope for you anyway. Now I'm gonna duck before the glass
|
||
480 starts flying!
|
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481 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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482 --------------------------------------
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||
483 Mad Max checking in at 9:29'30 8502.18
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484 --------------------------------------
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||
485 hello everybody!!!!!!!
|
||
486 ZYXXYZZYXXYZZYXXYZZYXXYZ:ZYX
|
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487 Sitting in front of the terminal,
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488 Zyx wondered what would happen
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489 next. "I wonder...", said Zyx.
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||
490 closs
|
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491
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492
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493 I wonder what would happen too if people like that were left in charge...
|
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494 Oh well. If the program cuts things off at a small margin then change it if
|
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495 at all possible. The margins should be up to the individual to decide on.
|
||
496 we shouldn't be presured into foing things we don't want to.
|
||
497
|
||
498 HO! I JUST FIGURED OUT HOW TO GET THIS STUPID MACHINE TO LET ME TYPE FULL LINES!
|
||
499 I AM KIND OF NEW ON THIS SYSTEM. WOULD SOME NICE PERSON TELL ME WHAT IS GOING
|
||
500 ON ON THIS SYSTEM AND HOW TO GET IN ON IT? MY NAME IS BOTCH, AND I CAN BE FOUND
|
||
501 ON LE NERD OR OAK GROVE!
|
||
502
|
||
503 since a margin length of one-hundred-twenty-eight disabilitizes the fa and fi
|
||
504 ommands... it is not the best length for everyone to use... perhapsnothing is
|
||
505 the best for everyone to use... the ma command exists that we might change it...
|
||
506 and we are not forced into one-hundred-whatever or seventy-whatever...
|
||
507
|
||
508 let the margin lengths vary... and try to strike a medium between matters of
|
||
509 congeniality and legibility... and try not to be upset with those who use the
|
||
510 more miserable lengths... say twenty-two or others...
|
||
511 i know it can be done... after all... if you could see what the eighty column
|
||
512 pprejudice does to my screen... all those forms and charts... graphic arts just
|
||
513 infuriate me... and ya wanna talk about pains to read...?
|
||
514
|
||
515 tttttttttttgttgtgtgggtgtttgtttgtggggggttttttggttttttttttttgttttttgtgtttttttttttt
|
||
516
|
||
517 piper... almost all of what you said flew right over my head so to speak...
|
||
518 sure the pun was intended... anyway... i am not familiar with the insides of a
|
||
519 copter... steering inside one of the little things is nearly a complete mystery
|
||
520 to me... as i never did take any aviation classes...
|
||
521 however... as most things i learn are by osmosis...i always saw the controls
|
||
522 of copters to be joysticks... the similarity in controls always seemed so
|
||
523 constant... it was only right if i wanted to write that the controls ought to
|
||
524 be in the form that i know them best... sorry if i was wrong...
|
||
525
|
||
526 %--%--%--%--%--%--%--%--%--%--%--%--%--%
|
||
527 HELLO, OUT THERE IN BBS LAND.
|
||
528 ANYONE WANT TO BUY A YOUNGER, SLIGHTLY
|
||
529 USED BROTHER? ONLY -$150 DOLLARS.
|
||
530 LEAVE A MESSAGE PLEASE.
|
||
531
|
||
532 %--%--%--%--%--%--%--%--%--%--%--%--%--%
|
||
533
|
||
534 tis i tis i tis i tis i tis i tis i tis i tis i tis i tis i tis i tis i tis i
|
||
535 Gaudy had noticed that the dark figure was becoming very anxious. It
|
||
536 appeared to be that something was about to happen. What it was, she couldn't
|
||
537 tell. What was it to be? Was this figure going to make th event occur, or was
|
||
538 he waiting for th event to take place around him?
|
||
539 The dark figure strolled with much control and restraint to a portion of
|
||
540 the far wall. It then began to tug at the material covering that wall, it gave
|
||
541 way easily. At first, Gaudy had thought that the material that was draped over
|
||
542 a good portion of the room was being used to create the dark, withdrawn atmos-
|
||
543 phere as well as act as an acoustic shield.
|
||
544 Since they were in a darkend room, the light that shined through the now
|
||
545 partially incovered window was brilliant. The objects within the room semed to
|
||
546 take on more distinct shapes, more reality. #Hmmm... Within light there is
|
||
547 truth# thought Gaudy. She spared no time in beginning to analyze her newly
|
||
548 uncovered surroundings. In the farthest reaches of this odd room could be seen
|
||
549 a table covered with many papers. And around it could be seen things that
|
||
550 looked like maps and medals layed out on the floor. There was a ruffle on the
|
||
551 wall near the table, and slight bulge where a doorknob might be. A fact hidden
|
||
552 in the absence of light.
|
||
553 Gaudy could almost picture this figure, this person of missions past, to
|
||
554 have lived those empty months alone in a world created by its dreams. Then
|
||
555 Then, as she dared look out of the room into the light, everything had
|
||
556 changed. #If I'm going to save this guy from himself# she thought #I'm going
|
||
557 to have to work a little faster or he could be dead within minutes!# Gaudy
|
||
558 then mentally prepared herself for anything, any action. #I just hope I have
|
||
559 enough time to straiten out things before it's too late and they barge right
|
||
560 in.# She then remembered her thoughts concerning the rediscovery of Joshua
|
||
561 and Petrov... #Rescue never seems to be thought out on BOTH sides, it's just
|
||
562 assumed that the missing person WANTS to be rescued. Now This...#
|
||
563 Sounds began to filter into the room from the outside world, sights and sounds.
|
||
564 Words could barely be made out... something like "Hey Sven, pass me another
|
||
565 brush, this one is all a gummed up!" And like "Oky-doky Oly, just let me get
|
||
566 this here ladder in place so we can paint this here house right THE FIRST TIME"
|
||
567 The sight of a couple of 'vikings' in work clothes seemed to go right
|
||
568 past the figures notice, as if it didn't matter. But to Gaudy, a moustache
|
||
569 wouldn't hide the recognition, it never did before.
|
||
570 tis i tis i tis i tis i tis i tis i tis i tis i tis i tis i tis i tis i tis i
|
||
571 L'homme: before you continue (hoping you READ before you ENTER) I must clear
|
||
572 up a few points concerning the surroundings. A note should be waiting for you
|
||
573 somewhere within the files of a PCS. I hope I am in time...
|
||
574 tis i tis i tis i tis i tis i tis i Tis I, Mystery Author tis i tis i
|
||
575
|
||
576 IS ANYONE READING THIS A BLUE BLAZER
|
||
577 OR A HONG GONG CAVALIER??????
|
||
578
|
||
579
|
||
580
|
||
581
|
||
582
|
||
583
|
||
584 KOMMISSAR
|
||
585
|
||
586 check it out joe
|
||
587 HOT,1,2,3,it's easy to tellbut it's that I don't care
|
||
588 Cause I here it all the time and they never let you know
|
||
589 On the T.V. and the radio!
|
||
590 She was young and her heart was pure but evry night it was the price she got
|
||
591 She said she was sweet ( you got to rap it to the beat ) and I knew that she was right!
|
||
592 She said "baby you guys,jill and joe and all my funky friends but my crude understanding was just enough to know ju
|
||
593 -st what she realy meant!
|
||
594 I got to thinking while she was talking that here nose don't mean a store
|
||
595 Those special places that she knows and goesand she rides with the others,
|
||
596 Their singing!
|
||
597 Don't turn around ue ut oh oh oh
|
||
598 shaw shaw da kommissar's in town ah ut oh oh oh
|
||
599 Their in his eye and you know why the more you live the faster YOU YOU WILL WILL DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE
|
||
600 aletch clar herkommissar?
|
||
601
|
||
602 Hey you wan'na buy some stuff man??
|
||
603 did you eve rap that thing jack?
|
||
604 say rap it to the beat!
|
||
605 We meat jill and joe and brother hip ( the whole coll gang and all)
|
||
606 Their raping here and raping their
|
||
607 WHILE SHE'S OUT CLIMBING THE WALL!!
|
||
608 It's a clear cut case herkommissar cause all the children know ,The're all sliding down to the valey of daeath their
|
||
609 all slipping on the same snow!
|
||
610 (chor)
|
||
611 MARK L. (*) (*)
|
||
612 )
|
||
613 /-----/
|
||
614
|
||
615 mlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlmlm
|
||
616 yakyakyakyakyakyakyakyakyakyakyakyakyakyakyakyakyakyakyakyakyakyakyakyakyakyak
|
||
617
|
||
618 "C'mon Herri!". It was the insistent voice of a young child, yelling
|
||
619 through the fog. "C'mon, or you'll be late!". The recicpient of this plea
|
||
620 turned, shouted back. "I'll be there in a minute. I gotta see something."
|
||
621 The small boy turned back, looked out over the valley. 'It was so good here,
|
||
622 isisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisis This Inn is too crowded now.
|
||
623
|
||
624
|
||
625 ^^^^^ what's that supposed to mean? --->g
|
||
626
|
||
627
|
||
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|
||
628 It's always been crowded. You just have to find the room if you can.
|
||
|
||
629 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]PAM.[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
|
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|
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|
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