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Operations menu Select a letter from this list, or X to exit: flfff Date: Saturday, August 24, 1991 2:30pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Phoenix Msg#: 63187 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: What a pane (Fw by Sysop, Fw by Sysop, Reply to *) (6 replies) or to put it another way... it has been said that our psyches are like 4-paned windows: there is what you see about yourself, that others see too there is what you see about yourself that others cannot see there is what others se about yourself that you cannot see there is what neither others nor you can see about yourself all of this discussion is a matter of which panes we are looking through. you know what you see... and i know what I see. we may both be right...but be lacking total clarity and vision. and then there's always the myriad possibilities behind that dark 4th pane... open ___ ====}/)hoenix ==}/ Date: Saturday, August 24, 1991 6:15pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Cyberpunk Msg#: 63188 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Mediocracy happens to be a portmanteau (Fw by Sysop, Fw by Lythande, Reply *) (1 reply) Not intended, mediocracy happens to be a portmanteau, a verbal suitcase, so to speak... this is probably more suited to WYSIWYG, but... "Mediocracy \me-de-aw-kruh-se\ - n. 1. Any organization that happens to attempt to form a solution to a problem by committee (conv.) 2. Derogatory term used as a general substitute for "the media". Governing members with shit-for-brains programming are said to be mediocrats. Also see: Gestalt Assassins, eMpTy Visionaries, and subvertising." You read a little too hastily, dear... I said _The_ mediocracy strikes again, I figured you would pick it up in context. Date: Thursday, August 29, 1991 6:47pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Cyberpunk Msg#: 65136 To: Enchanter *EXEMPT* Re: Notes From The AI Front (2 replies) The topic is: Man, Mind, Machine and Evolution Following are notes I've prepared on the threads from /fantasy to get the ball rolling. I'll deal with you first, Enchanter, because you are the most confusing of them all. I don't mind if you're being contradictory if you allow your stance to be fairly open and say so. Herewith, my notes and questions: On evolution: You claim evolution is chance and has no "thought-out" goal. To the contrary, evolution works towards very specific short-term goals, just as we did in the creation of machines. Mutations occurr rapidly within a new environment (in terms of creating new orders of complication in comparison to what we can achieve), and long-term implications follow from the accumulation of these short-term "successes" on a given path. Part of the reason for my claim is that evolution doesn't throw much away. It builds on what it has, we still have parts that are clearly meant for another day and age - our so-called "reptilian" brain for example. Or the gills a baby is born with. Later, you say, to the contrary evolution "plays the GREATEST" role in evolution. If that is so, how can evolution be chance? Furthermore, I ought to note that the evolutionary perspective that you are viewing the world from, the simple Darwinian (which ignores many more complicating aspects of his work) is a relic of the Newtonian ethic. Go read the British scientist Rupert Sheldrake's paper on "morphoresonant fields" for another perspective (NATURE, date ???). Granted, it's a bit outlandish, but then we ARE in /wysiwyg (grin). Also, at one point you talk about the creation of a hammer. The creation of the hammer had implications for the development of construction, and that IS a form of "developmental" evolution. Which leads to my second point... On Machines: The inventor and intentionality. The original inventor may not have INVENTED the next set of inventions, but he DID participate in their invention, as he laid down a foundation pattern for their development. A machine does have capabilities far beyond the original intention of the inventor, depending on its form and how reductionist a view you take of it. Invention is an inspired collaboration of the mind and the environment (in "next-generation" machines, the part of the environment involved in the invention is usually the machine). Invention is synthetic in origin (synthesis, not "artificial"). The synthesis is equally dependent on the "inventor" and the environment, and so the machine can be said TO HAVE TAKEN PART in the process, which also has implications for the development of the next sets of machines. It's influence eventually diminishes to near nothing, but it does have a creative life-span beyond it's sole created purpose. We can also generalize this to cultural metaphors and the development of science, as I will shortly. Just a simple note -- the granddaddy of the computer is Charles Babbage, inventor of the "analytical engine" which was a mind machine because it could not be built at the time. His work, however, laid the foundations for modern computers and also helped in the development of the generic algorithm. ON MIND: Emotions may or may not be causative; they can certainly modify the internal state (sorry, I meant hormones and organs in reference to emotions), but that does not necessarily imply causation. Certainly, parts of the brain modify the internal state -- frontal lobotomies are known to incapacitate intimacy. But why do you assume language is so "efficient"? First of all, the form of the language is shaped by and helps to shape the psychological evolution of a culture. Japanes, for example, is very modular, and that probably has something to do with the cultural ceremonies of relation, as well as the distinctly anti-individualistic tendency within the culture itself. Second, language is BASED on emotion and sensation. It EVOLVES from these and are adequate to certain types of tasks -- in the more "advanced" civilizations, abstraction. But that comes at a cost to the internal expression -- emotion can be more artfully manipulated by visual media than by written. There are languages which grow in a culture attentive to the expression of inner sensation and emotion, and their concepts are typically much different from ours. For example, one indian language perceives color as a PROCESS, rather than as an attribute. I have many more examples... ON MAN: A discussion of religion and philosophy is VERY relevant to these issues, there are moral parallels to the pov's taken by different factions of AI toward the development of conscious machines. Just to cite one example, the functionalists. These people assume that there is an algorithm, albeit a very complex and tremendous one, which can describe exactly the behavior of an individual. Further, they assume no separation by material -- ie, what can be done by organic material can be duplicated by wires and memory storage. I would point out that this belief is strongly grounded in a dualism which separates body from the "mind-stuff" and is philosophically and scientifically naive. We are used to thinking of the brain as the throne of intelligence. A mounting pile of evidence suggests it is not. There are other relevant issues, but I will not deal with them at this time. Feel free to comment on this, but please just read it several times and reply several times (if you really want to take this up). I don't plan on posting something this length again. Date: Saturday, February 1, 1992 2:19pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Bonnieone Msg#: 136655 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: the whipping File: 136655.ATT (Fw by Sysop) it is a short non-fiction erotic story about a whipping...not pornographic. Date: Monday, February 15, 1993 2:41pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Conundrum Msg#: 311019 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Jabberwocky (1 reply) Twas brilig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gambol in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves, and the momeraths outgrabe. Beware the Jabberwock, my son: The jaws that bite, the claws that catch Beware the Jub-Jub Bird and shun, the fumius bandersnatch. He took his Vorpal sword in hand Long time his moxiome foe he sought. He rested by the Tum-Tum trees, And stood a while in thought. And as in Uffish though he stood, the Jabberwock, with eyes of flame came whistling through the tulgey wood and burbled as it cam. One-Two One-Two and through and through, his vorpal blade went snicker-snack. He left it dead and with it's head, he went galumphing back. And has though slain the Jabberwock, come to my arms my beamish boy. Oh frabjous day! Calooh, Calay, he chortled in his Joy. Twas briligg, and the slithy toves did gyre and gamblol in the wabe, All mimsy were the borogoves, And the momeraths ourgrabe. 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Date: Wednesday, March 30, 1994 9:32pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Fez Msg#: 464713 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: What would you do? (Copy by Lythande, Reply to #463880) DL>What would you do if you found out that you had ONE week to live? Top Ten things I would do If I only had one week to live... 10. Buy a lot of "Wake up Pills"...no sleep = twice the time to live... 9. Grow my hair long. 8. Catch up on my Regis Philbin tapes... 7. Put a sign on my door...Ladies....Have sex with me please...I'm gonna die! 6. Find out why the doctor didn't tell me sooner...and kick his butt. 5. Ask you know who for a date. 4. Solve world hunger. 3. Search for a cure! 2. Call After Hours...and tell 'em I'm gonna die...again! And the Number One thing I would do if I only had a week to live. 1. Die! Date: Wednesday, March 30, 1994 9:54pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Fez Msg#: 464714 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Jet annother question! (Copy by Lythande, Reply to #463881) (1 reply) DL>If you could do one single thing without getting in trouble, What would DL>you do? Lots...actually 10! Top Ten things I would do If I knew I wouldn't get in trouble... 10. Send 10,000 Pizzas to Bill Clinton 9. Tell the press what's "really" in the Special Sauce at McDonalds. 8. Write a computer virus that said "Yabba Dabba Doo" every time You type the word "sex". 7. Take control of network prime time signals and pipe nothing but old "Mr. Ed" & "Green Acres" re-runs into every tv in the world. 6. Lavern...Shirley...Me...same room....'Nuf said. 5. Slip whoopie cushion under every seat in congress. 4. Secretly replace the coffee Queen Elizabeth normally drinks... With Folgers instant Crystals! 3. Tell the world Evlis's secret location. 2. Paint funny mustache on Mona Lisa. And the Number One thing I would do if I knew I wouldn't get in trouble... 1. Cut Don Kings hair! Date: Saturday, April 9, 1994 12:55pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Fez Msg#: 467233 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: The Fez Top Ten Signs of Spring!...Again (Copy by Lythande) Fez's Top Ten Signs Spring is On The Way... 10. Frozen Spit on city streets begins to melt. 9. Beautiful birds fly back up north...and soon die from hazardous wastes. 8. Muggers begin to leave their coats at home, and begin carrying weapons that are easier to conceal. 7. Drive-by shooters drive "the long way" and soak in the sights along the way . 6. JohnDrake begins to scout the beaches for babes! 5. Nerds order cases & cases of #88 sunblock. 4. Bikers show off their new tattoos. 3. Fez does a Top Ten List about Spring. 2. People smile more, and have a snap in their step... as they give you the finger. And the Number One Sign Spring is On The Way... 1. The Best Legs Contest on After Hours begins! Date: Friday, April 15, 1994 12:50am Forum: WYSIWYG From: Fez Msg#: 469425 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Fezless in Morocco!...A /Feztasy (Copy by Lythande) (2 replies) Feztasy #1 Fezless in Morocco! ---------------------------------------------------------------- Warning....This is *not* your garden variety /fantasy here. Please if you find Graphic and Frank talk about Rubber Chickens, Silly Putty, and Funny Looking Hats offensive...Please turn back right now...You've been warned. (:=' ---------------------------------------------------------------- ================== Setting...Late at night in a small office overlooking times square. Ace Stark, Private Investigator sits alone at an old second hand bankers desk...Ace Narrates...his voice sounding a bit like Bogart.... ================== "I was working late one night in my office, when suddenly there was a knock on the door... I got up from my desk, put away my Silly Putty, said goodnight to my Invisible Friend Dennis...and went over to open the door. Before I did I could tell it was a woman behind the door so I put on my coat, combed my hair, took a shower, and put on my best suit before opening the door...so I could look my best for her...but somehow...for some reason when I opened it she was gone... Suddenly it had occurred to me how lucky I was she was gone because by then I was standing in the middle of my hallway, wearing a suit on top of my coat which was now soaking wet. I've got to remember to take showers before I put on my coat...and comb my hair...and...well anyway...there I was dripping in my hall when I noticed the envelope pinned to the door... I took it inside and dried myself off as I read the note... "Mr. Stark please please help me...I'm looking for a friend. His name is "Booker" He's been missing for quite some time now, and I'm worried. While I've never met him, I think something has happened to him...I've left him message after message on After Hours (tm), and he never responds...I even tried E-Mail...I still get nothing...and I don't know where to turn to... At this point I began to wonder...what would a nice gal like that be doing using E-Mail...doesn't she know that just eats up credits... "His last messages to me were a series of cryptic, indecipherable messages...Something about Panty Raids...Pigs Feet...Gefilte Fish...and Peanut Butter...and all sorts of "disgusting" things...Somehow I think he knew too much, had a case of loose lips...and someone...or some group..may have kidnaped him...That's where you come in, being the only Male Private I. in the Registry...please help me find him...Maybe he's alive somewhere...he might be in the locker room...Somehow I think he may have been there last...Please help me find him...Rhonelle. I sat there and wondered...as I continued to towel myself off...Frustrated and burned out...I decided to head down the street to "Luckys" for a cup of Joe. I made it half way down the block when I noticed I wasn't wearing anything but my Fedora, and I headed back to my office and dried off my suit... (Stay Tuned...for the next Installment...) Date: Sunday, April 17, 1994 1:01am Forum: WYSIWYG From: Fez Msg#: 469428 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Fezless in Morocco!...A /Feztasy (Copy by Lythande, Reply to #468836, Reply to #468741) (1 reply) Fezless in Morocco Part 2...Ace goes on-line...After Hours (tm) ...When I noticed I wasn't wearing anything but my Fedora, and I headed back to my office and dried off my suit... When I returned to my building I noticed Amanda the blind woman from accross the hall heading up the steps holding groceries as she fumbled for her keys...I hesitated, but then realized she couldn't see I was naked so I offered to help her with the bags and we both headed upstairs. As we headed up the stairs I thought how lucky I was she couldn't see me at that very moment. She opened the door...I spoke with her for about ten minutes about philosophy and life...seemed strange holding a conversation like that for so long...without her realizing I was nude. We had a cup off coffee...and I said goodbye to her...and to the rest of her familiy that had been staring at me since I walked in. When I got back into my office I sat down to my computer and dialed After Hours. I logged in as usual, but this time I was cautious... Who could I trust?...Even Fred the Sysop was a suspect...so I knew I would have to watch my back. I went into the registry, then /hello and poked around in E-Mail...suddenly I realized we weren't looking for Booker at all...Rhonelle put that in the letter in case it fell into the wrong hands...She was realy looking for my alter-ego, my on-line persona, Fez. Little did she know I was only out of town visiting my 80 year old grandmother on her birthday. She was convinced there was a plot against me when I didn't respond...and now she'd gone off someplace to look for me and now I'm looking for her. Suddenly I was paged...It was SandGuy-93... "Merlock and I sensed you needed help...you can count on our talents if the need should arise. I paged them back, "I doubt it...I'm trying to find a girl on-line" Just then, a small black circle appeared in my computer screen... I examined it closer and it grew...a roaring sound filled the room as I suddenly found myself inside another universe...Cyberspace, where /fantasy and reality collide in a totally digital world. So there I was in the middle of nowhere...standing naked inside The World of After Hours...wearing nothing but a Fedora...I looked around but for some reason there wasn't a person in site...I must have been inside of the TI/994A Forum...and somehow I had to get out, get dressed, and find some more clues... I left the room and entered a long corridor with signs on each door... /Advice, /Hello, /General, /Eatout, /Partyon, /Pets, /Sick...,/Fetish, /Fantasy, /Magick...I opened the first door, "/Pets" and steped insdide... within seconds a dog came up to me and started to wiz on my bare feet. I left almost immediatly, and started to realize messages were coming alive all around me....hmmm ...I soon hurried my naked tookis over to /fetish and decided to call it a night. Muck greeted me at the door wearing some sort of horns on his head... and a smile on his face. A week later I left /fetish with a big smile on *my* face. It was clear I was ready to find her, so I traded Muck the rubber chicken I store under my Fedora (for emergencies) for a new suit and headed out. Not realizing where I was headed I ended up on a thread with Scarla at least she had wheels...eager for more clues, and enjoying the company I stuck around for a while until aall of a sudden we both were hit by a large truck. Within minutes a crazed EMT driver named DDT arrived at the scene and whisked us off to some other place... I didn't get the name of the place...but he and his sidekick Furball showed me around for a while...it was clear anything goes there... and a good time was had by all...we all decided to head down the hall where a hang was taking place. JimCakes, Alphabet-Land, Kermit, Lythind, Sandguy-93, and Merlock were already there, along with Fred the Sysop. Lythind came over to me shaking her head... "Aw...look at you." She removed my Fedora and tossed it on the table. Her bright green eyes lit up as she handed me an old worn box. I opened it slowly...it was my old Fez hat...she put in on me with a tear in her eyes..."find her" she said. "Somehow I will". The sudden emotional state of the crowd rose to a peak as we all for no aparent reason just began to sing... "Somewhere out there..." was heard from the back section "Hey! Hey! we're the Monkees!...and People say we Monkee around.." was the only song JimCakes could remember...but he sang anyway, and with a tear in his eyes...he sang with all his heart "and we're to busy singing to put anybody down...". With a song in my heart...I set back out to find her... (--- to be continued ---) Date: Wednesday, April 20, 1994 12:43am Forum: WYSIWYG From: Fez Msg#: 469977 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Fezless in Morocco!...A /Feztasy (Copy by Lythande, Reply to #469102, Reply to #469068, R*) Fezless in Morocco Part 3...Fez (Ace) wanders through After Hours (tm) ====================================================== Still wandering inside the inner world of After Hours (tm)...Our hero leaves the hang...Fez (a.k.a. Ace Stark) continues... ====================================================== With a song in my heart...I set back out to find her... I left the hang with a renewed spirit in my heart, somehow I would figure it all out...Somehow I would find out where Rhonelle went...Somehow I would get back to the "real" world...Somehow I'd learn to set that clock on my VCR...well anyway...I continued on. It seemed to me I was starting to figure this place out...I checked my watch then quickly hurried down the hall and opened the SciFi door... just as I figured...empty...of course! Star Trek was on! That was when I had realized I would never find any clues where I was standing...I was lurking in the present. It was time I dove in deeper. I knew right then if I was going to find any more clues I'd have to look beyond the surface...Once again I had some thinking to do, so I just wandered for a while as I opened another door. It was a place called /hello. As I entered I noticed some new faces, and some old ones greeting 'em as they took their first steps. What struck me as odd was that every place I looked there were people grinning, smiling, Laughing Out Loud, Ducking... and every now and again you'd see people just Rolling on The Floor Laughing. I approached Lythind Rolling on The Floor Laughing, and I asked her why so many people were on the floor...she just pointed...and kept rolling. All I could see from there was this Tee-Pee...I walked through the Tee-Pee and all of a sudden I found myself looking at...Me? "Who are you" I said. "I am Fez...and I am very happy for to type to you!" This could not be?...That part of me died on-line months ago! Those Tee-Pee's must have the ability to jump backwards in time. "Fez smiles at you!...You have a Fez too!...Fez likes you!...Fez wonders who *you* are?...Fez waits for to hear your name too! "OoooH...Fez knows!...you are Balki...Fez likes Balki T.V. show very much! Fez thinks Balki's cousin is funny too! When Fez watches Balki's show Fez laughs at Balki...Fez...(blah..blah Fez..blah...) Fez...(AauugghhhhHH!!!!!!) ...I couldn't take him anymore! It was at that very moment I picked up on another thing I seemed to see a lot of going on here...(Running)...and I ran my butt towards the nearest Tee-Pee...things got worse...I should have figured this might happen... I asked for it...after all it was my own creation going hay-wire here. So I knew the only way out of this thread alive would be to play along. So there I was, in the middle of a familiar street, with a familiar set of stairs, leading to a familiar appartment building...so I played along. I climbed the stairs *down*, and opened the door leading to the basement appartment. Then I went over to the cabinet and took out a few Scooter Pies and made my way over to the couch, fluff up a small pillow with an "L" sewn into it. I sat down. I looked over at my watch..Five, Four, Three, Two, One...On cue, a trail of Cheese Doodles emerges...followed shortly by Fuz, the sensible older brother I created singing Coom-By-Ya as he creates the trail with little Fuzzy (his son) by his side...I just sat...ate my skooter pie, and waited. I checked my watch again...any second...and...yes...Fiz, Fez's father who works in the soda factory comes screaming down the stairs and joins the other two in singing...followed by Fezz...Fez's Evil Twin! "It will never work...You'll never find Fez..." he tells them. Then he pulls a Rubber Chicken out from under his Fez (he keeps one under his hat for emergencies too), then pulls out a knife. I yawn for a second... Check my watch again, hmmm...this should be a couple of minutes... So as Fezz threatens to hurt the Rubber Chicken if they try to lure Fez from his secret hiding place...I doze off for just a few minutes. I woke up about ten minutes later, and looked around to see what was going on...By then Fez walked in with a mouthful of Cheeze Doodles and bright orange cheeze stained hands...The Ghost of Elvis (sitting next to me by then) started to giggle as Fezz once again threatened to hurt the Rubber Chicken if Fez wouldn't come back with him to Morocco... The Ghost of Elvis asked me "What are we gonna do?..." "Nothing....sshhh...Wait...Elvis...er...ah...Mr. Presley." (--- Continued on next post, too long to upload ---) Date: Wednesday, April 20, 1994 12:44am Forum: WYSIWYG From: Fez Msg#: 469978 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Fezless in Morocco!...A /Feztasy (Copy by Lythande, Reply to #469102, Reply to #469068, R*) (1 reply) =================================== Fezless In Morocco, Part 4 =================================== ...bright orange cheeze stained hands...The Ghost of Elvis (sitting next to me by then) started to giggle as Fezz once again threatened to hurt the Rubber Chicken if Fez wouldn't come back with him to Morocco... The Ghost of Elvis asked me "What are we gonna do?..." "Nothing....sshhh...Wait...Elvis...er...ah...Mr. Presley." Five...four...thr....(oops...my watch was off)... "Six, seven, eight, Shlamiel, Shlamazel..." was hear from the street above. The Ghost of Elvis was confused..."Is that?", "Yes!" I said..."Shhh" Just then the door slammed open...It was Carmine Ragusa, The Big Ragu'! Followed by Lavern & Shirley! "You Know I'd go from Rags to Riches!..." He sings as he grabs the knife from Fezz, and frees the poor Rubber Chicken. Fezz runs up the stairs...past Squiggy the slick haired screwball neighbor from upstairs, "Hello!...girls I'd like to introduce you to my new friend...we're getting married...her name is Fazmine" I check my watch again...Fez, Faz, Fuz, Fiz, and Fuzzy, and the Big Ragu' leave...leaving Ghost of Elvis & I to Laverne & Shirley! "Dibs"..."Dibs!" I beat Ghost of Elvis to the punch...I said it first... "I get Shirley Feenie!" I shouted. I headed towards the -------------< COMMENTS BY Lythande >-------------- QU>TO: Nightbird QU>----------< END OF COMMENTS BY Lythande >---------- QU>SF>Stanley and I used multi-grain and my father used raisin Challah. QU>VI>Signifying? :) QU>SF>Complex carbohydrates? QU>VI>Exactly how complex? QU>QU>So complex...... they need a Psychiatrist. :) QU>NI>Who, Doctor Grain? QU>Doctor Who is not availabale so I guess he'l have to suffice. QU>Especially if you're Coo Coo for CoCo Puffs. :) What are you kidding me?! Doctor Who is always available! Just think hard enough and the TARDIS will materialize right in front of your eyes... Date: Wednesday, October 30, 1996 8:31pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Nightbird Msg#: 721752 To: Quack Re: Tashlich humor (Reply to #721623, Fw by Lythande, Reply to #719192, Rep*) QU>-------------< COMMENTS BY Lythande >-------------- QU>TO: Nightbird QU>----------< END OF COMMENTS BY Lythande >---------- QU>SF>Stanley and I used multi-grain and my father used raisin Challah. QU>VI>Signifying? :) QU>SF>Complex carbohydrates? QU>VI>Exactly how complex? QU>QU>So complex...... they need a Psychiatrist. :) QU>NI>Who, Doctor Grain? QU>Doctor Who is not availabale so I guess he'l have to suffice. QU>Especially if you're Coo Coo for CoCo Puffs. :) WHATEVER!!!! Date: Wednesday, October 30, 1996 8:32pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Nightbird Msg#: 721753 To: Tempest Re: Tashlich humor (Reply to #721729, Reply to #721623, Fw by Lythande, Rep*) (1 reply) TE>QU>-------------< COMMENTS BY Lythande >-------------- TE>QU>TO: Nightbird TE>QU>----------< END OF COMMENTS BY Lythande >---------- TE>QU>SF>Stanley and I used multi-grain and my father used raisin Challah. TE>QU>VI>Signifying? :) TE>QU>SF>Complex carbohydrates? TE>QU>VI>Exactly how complex? TE>QU>QU>So complex...... they need a Psychiatrist. :) TE>QU>NI>Who, Doctor Grain? TE>QU>Doctor Who is not availabale so I guess he'l have to suffice. TE>QU>Especially if you're Coo Coo for CoCo Puffs. :) TE>What are you kidding me?! Doctor Who is always available! Just think TE>hard enough and the TARDIS will materialize right in front of your TE>eyes... I see we have a Doctor Who fan here! Cool Date: Thursday, January 2, 1997 10:48pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Tempest Msg#: 725122 To: Nightbird Re: Tashlich humor (Reply to #721753, Reply to #721729, Reply to #721623, F*) (1 reply) NI>TE>QU>-------------< COMMENTS BY Lythande >-------------- NI>TE>QU>TO: Nightbird NI>TE>QU>----------< END OF COMMENTS BY Lythande >---------- NI>TE>QU>SF>Stanley and I used multi-grain and my father used raisin Challah. NI>TE>QU>VI>Signifying? :) NI>TE>QU>SF>Complex carbohydrates? NI>TE>QU>VI>Exactly how complex? NI>TE>QU>QU>So complex...... they need a Psychiatrist. :) NI>TE>QU>NI>Who, Doctor Grain? NI>TE>QU>Doctor Who is not availabale so I guess he'l have to suffice. NI>TE>QU>Especially if you're Coo Coo for CoCo Puffs. :) NI>TE>What are you kidding me?! Doctor Who is always available! Just think NI>TE>hard enough and the TARDIS will materialize right in front of your NI>TE>eyes... NI>I see we have a Doctor Who fan here! NI>Cool Oh yeah!!! That's my favorite show!! You like it too? Date: Friday, January 3, 1997 8:33pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Nightbird Msg#: 725184 To: Tempest Re: Tashlich humor (Reply to #725122, Reply to #721753, Reply to #721729, R*) TE>NI>TE>What are you kidding me?! Doctor Who is always available! Just think TE>NI>TE>hard enough and the TARDIS will materialize right in front of your TE>NI>TE>eyes... TE>NI>I see we have a Doctor Who fan here! TE>NI>Cool TE>Oh yeah!!! That's my favorite show!! You like it too? Yes, Steve got me into it a few years ago! --- þ OLX 2.1 TD þ Letterman of Borg-Top 10 reasons why resistance is futile End of list! Select a Sysop option (R,W,F,T,S,M,E,A,O,X to exit or ? for menu): wysiwyg Sorry, no such User-ID exists... maybe you mistyped it? 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Operations menu Select a letter from this list, or X to exit: flfff Date: Saturday, August 24, 1991 2:30pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Phoenix Msg#: 63187 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: What a pane (Fw by Sysop, Fw by Sysop, Reply to *) (6 replies) or to put it another way... it has been said that our psyches are like 4-paned windows: there is what you see about yourself, that others see too there is what you see about yourself that others cannot see there is what others se about yourself that you cannot see there is what neither others nor you can see about yourself all of this discussion is a matter of which panes we are looking through. you know what you see... and i know what I see. we may both be right...but be lacking total clarity and vision. and then there's always the myriad possibilities behind that dark 4th pane... open ___ ====}/)hoenix ==}/ Date: Saturday, August 24, 1991 6:15pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Cyberpunk Msg#: 63188 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Mediocracy happens to be a portmanteau (Fw by Sysop, Fw by Lythande, Reply *) (1 reply) Not intended, mediocracy happens to be a portmanteau, a verbal suitcase, so to speak... this is probably more suited to WYSIWYG, but... "Mediocracy \me-de-aw-kruh-se\ - n. 1. Any organization that happens to attempt to form a solution to a problem by committee (conv.) 2. Derogatory term used as a general substitute for "the media". Governing members with shit-for-brains programming are said to be mediocrats. Also see: Gestalt Assassins, eMpTy Visionaries, and subvertising." You read a little too hastily, dear... I said _The_ mediocracy strikes again, I figured you would pick it up in context. Date: Thursday, August 29, 1991 6:47pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Cyberpunk Msg#: 65136 To: Enchanter *EXEMPT* Re: Notes From The AI Front (2 replies) The topic is: Man, Mind, Machine and Evolution Following are notes I've prepared on the threads from /fantasy to get the ball rolling. I'll deal with you first, Enchanter, because you are the most confusing of them all. I don't mind if you're being contradictory if you allow your stance to be fairly open and say so. Herewith, my notes and questions: On evolution: You claim evolution is chance and has no "thought-out" goal. To the contrary, evolution works towards very specific short-term goals, just as we did in the creation of machines. Mutations occurr rapidly within a new environment (in terms of creating new orders of complication in comparison to what we can achieve), and long-term implications follow from the accumulation of these short-term "successes" on a given path. Part of the reason for my claim is that evolution doesn't throw much away. It builds on what it has, we still have parts that are clearly meant for another day and age - our so-called "reptilian" brain for example. Or the gills a baby is born with. Later, you say, to the contrary evolution "plays the GREATEST" role in evolution. If that is so, how can evolution be chance? Furthermore, I ought to note that the evolutionary perspective that you are viewing the world from, the simple Darwinian (which ignores many more complicating aspects of his work) is a relic of the Newtonian ethic. Go read the British scientist Rupert Sheldrake's paper on "morphoresonant fields" for another perspective (NATURE, date ???). Granted, it's a bit outlandish, but then we ARE in /wysiwyg (grin). Also, at one point you talk about the creation of a hammer. The creation of the hammer had implications for the development of construction, and that IS a form of "developmental" evolution. Which leads to my second point... On Machines: The inventor and intentionality. The original inventor may not have INVENTED the next set of inventions, but he DID participate in their invention, as he laid down a foundation pattern for their development. A machine does have capabilities far beyond the original intention of the inventor, depending on its form and how reductionist a view you take of it. Invention is an inspired collaboration of the mind and the environment (in "next-generation" machines, the part of the environment involved in the invention is usually the machine). Invention is synthetic in origin (synthesis, not "artificial"). The synthesis is equally dependent on the "inventor" and the environment, and so the machine can be said TO HAVE TAKEN PART in the process, which also has implications for the development of the next sets of machines. It's influence eventually diminishes to near nothing, but it does have a creative life-span beyond it's sole created purpose. We can also generalize this to cultural metaphors and the development of science, as I will shortly. Just a simple note -- the granddaddy of the computer is Charles Babbage, inventor of the "analytical engine" which was a mind machine because it could not be built at the time. His work, however, laid the foundations for modern computers and also helped in the development of the generic algorithm. ON MIND: Emotions may or may not be causative; they can certainly modify the internal state (sorry, I meant hormones and organs in reference to emotions), but that does not necessarily imply causation. Certainly, parts of the brain modify the internal state -- frontal lobotomies are known to incapacitate intimacy. But why do you assume language is so "efficient"? First of all, the form of the language is shaped by and helps to shape the psychological evolution of a culture. Japanes, for example, is very modular, and that probably has something to do with the cultural ceremonies of relation, as well as the distinctly anti-individualistic tendency within the culture itself. Second, language is BASED on emotion and sensation. It EVOLVES from these and are adequate to certain types of tasks -- in the more "advanced" civilizations, abstraction. But that comes at a cost to the internal expression -- emotion can be more artfully manipulated by visual media than by written. There are languages which grow in a culture attentive to the expression of inner sensation and emotion, and their concepts are typically much different from ours. For example, one indian language perceives color as a PROCESS, rather than as an attribute. I have many more examples... ON MAN: A discussion of religion and philosophy is VERY relevant to these issues, there are moral parallels to the pov's taken by different factions of AI toward the development of conscious machines. Just to cite one example, the functionalists. These people assume that there is an algorithm, albeit a very complex and tremendous one, which can describe exactly the behavior of an individual. Further, they assume no separation by material -- ie, what can be done by organic material can be duplicated by wires and memory storage. I would point out that this belief is strongly grounded in a dualism which separates body from the "mind-stuff" and is philosophically and scientifically naive. We are used to thinking of the brain as the throne of intelligence. A mounting pile of evidence suggests it is not. There are other relevant issues, but I will not deal with them at this time. Feel free to comment on this, but please just read it several times and reply several times (if you really want to take this up). I don't plan on posting something this length again. Date: Saturday, February 1, 1992 2:19pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Bonnieone Msg#: 136655 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: the whipping File: 136655.ATT (Fw by Sysop) it is a short non-fiction erotic story about a whipping...not pornographic. Date: Monday, February 15, 1993 2:41pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Conundrum Msg#: 311019 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Jabberwocky (1 reply) Twas brilig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gambol in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves, and the momeraths outgrabe. Beware the Jabberwock, my son: The jaws that bite, the claws that catch Beware the Jub-Jub Bird and shun, the fumius bandersnatch. He took his Vorpal sword in hand Long time his moxiome foe he sought. He rested by the Tum-Tum trees, And stood a while in thought. And as in Uffish though he stood, the Jabberwock, with eyes of flame came whistling through the tulgey wood and burbled as it cam. One-Two One-Two and through and through, his vorpal blade went snicker-snack. He left it dead and with it's head, he went galumphing back. And has though slain the Jabberwock, come to my arms my beamish boy. Oh frabjous day! Calooh, Calay, he chortled in his Joy. Twas briligg, and the slithy toves did gyre and gamblol in the wabe, All mimsy were the borogoves, And the momeraths ourgrabe. 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Date: Wednesday, March 30, 1994 9:32pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Fez Msg#: 464713 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: What would you do? (Copy by Lythande, Reply to #463880) DL>What would you do if you found out that you had ONE week to live? Top Ten things I would do If I only had one week to live... 10. Buy a lot of "Wake up Pills"...no sleep = twice the time to live... 9. Grow my hair long. 8. Catch up on my Regis Philbin tapes... 7. Put a sign on my door...Ladies....Have sex with me please...I'm gonna die! 6. Find out why the doctor didn't tell me sooner...and kick his butt. 5. Ask you know who for a date. 4. Solve world hunger. 3. Search for a cure! 2. Call After Hours...and tell 'em I'm gonna die...again! And the Number One thing I would do if I only had a week to live. 1. Die! Date: Wednesday, March 30, 1994 9:54pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Fez Msg#: 464714 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Jet annother question! (Copy by Lythande, Reply to #463881) (1 reply) DL>If you could do one single thing without getting in trouble, What would DL>you do? Lots...actually 10! Top Ten things I would do If I knew I wouldn't get in trouble... 10. Send 10,000 Pizzas to Bill Clinton 9. Tell the press what's "really" in the Special Sauce at McDonalds. 8. Write a computer virus that said "Yabba Dabba Doo" every time You type the word "sex". 7. Take control of network prime time signals and pipe nothing but old "Mr. Ed" & "Green Acres" re-runs into every tv in the world. 6. Lavern...Shirley...Me...same room....'Nuf said. 5. Slip whoopie cushion under every seat in congress. 4. Secretly replace the coffee Queen Elizabeth normally drinks... With Folgers instant Crystals! 3. Tell the world Evlis's secret location. 2. Paint funny mustache on Mona Lisa. And the Number One thing I would do if I knew I wouldn't get in trouble... 1. Cut Don Kings hair! Date: Saturday, April 9, 1994 12:55pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Fez Msg#: 467233 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: The Fez Top Ten Signs of Spring!...Again (Copy by Lythande) Fez's Top Ten Signs Spring is On The Way... 10. Frozen Spit on city streets begins to melt. 9. Beautiful birds fly back up north...and soon die from hazardous wastes. 8. Muggers begin to leave their coats at home, and begin carrying weapons that are easier to conceal. 7. Drive-by shooters drive "the long way" and soak in the sights along the way . 6. JohnDrake begins to scout the beaches for babes! 5. Nerds order cases & cases of #88 sunblock. 4. Bikers show off their new tattoos. 3. Fez does a Top Ten List about Spring. 2. People smile more, and have a snap in their step... as they give you the finger. And the Number One Sign Spring is On The Way... 1. The Best Legs Contest on After Hours begins! Date: Friday, April 15, 1994 12:50am Forum: WYSIWYG From: Fez Msg#: 469425 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Fezless in Morocco!...A /Feztasy (Copy by Lythande) (2 replies) Feztasy #1 Fezless in Morocco! ---------------------------------------------------------------- Warning....This is *not* your garden variety /fantasy here. Please if you find Graphic and Frank talk about Rubber Chickens, Silly Putty, and Funny Looking Hats offensive...Please turn back right now...You've been warned. (:=' ---------------------------------------------------------------- ================== Setting...Late at night in a small office overlooking times square. Ace Stark, Private Investigator sits alone at an old second hand bankers desk...Ace Narrates...his voice sounding a bit like Bogart.... ================== "I was working late one night in my office, when suddenly there was a knock on the door... I got up from my desk, put away my Silly Putty, said goodnight to my Invisible Friend Dennis...and went over to open the door. Before I did I could tell it was a woman behind the door so I put on my coat, combed my hair, took a shower, and put on my best suit before opening the door...so I could look my best for her...but somehow...for some reason when I opened it she was gone... Suddenly it had occurred to me how lucky I was she was gone because by then I was standing in the middle of my hallway, wearing a suit on top of my coat which was now soaking wet. I've got to remember to take showers before I put on my coat...and comb my hair...and...well anyway...there I was dripping in my hall when I noticed the envelope pinned to the door... I took it inside and dried myself off as I read the note... "Mr. Stark please please help me...I'm looking for a friend. His name is "Booker" He's been missing for quite some time now, and I'm worried. While I've never met him, I think something has happened to him...I've left him message after message on After Hours (tm), and he never responds...I even tried E-Mail...I still get nothing...and I don't know where to turn to... At this point I began to wonder...what would a nice gal like that be doing using E-Mail...doesn't she know that just eats up credits... "His last messages to me were a series of cryptic, indecipherable messages...Something about Panty Raids...Pigs Feet...Gefilte Fish...and Peanut Butter...and all sorts of "disgusting" things...Somehow I think he knew too much, had a case of loose lips...and someone...or some group..may have kidnaped him...That's where you come in, being the only Male Private I. in the Registry...please help me find him...Maybe he's alive somewhere...he might be in the locker room...Somehow I think he may have been there last...Please help me find him...Rhonelle. I sat there and wondered...as I continued to towel myself off...Frustrated and burned out...I decided to head down the street to "Luckys" for a cup of Joe. I made it half way down the block when I noticed I wasn't wearing anything but my Fedora, and I headed back to my office and dried off my suit... (Stay Tuned...for the next Installment...) Date: Sunday, April 17, 1994 1:01am Forum: WYSIWYG From: Fez Msg#: 469428 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Fezless in Morocco!...A /Feztasy (Copy by Lythande, Reply to #468836, Reply to #468741) (1 reply) Fezless in Morocco Part 2...Ace goes on-line...After Hours (tm) ...When I noticed I wasn't wearing anything but my Fedora, and I headed back to my office and dried off my suit... When I returned to my building I noticed Amanda the blind woman from accross the hall heading up the steps holding groceries as she fumbled for her keys...I hesitated, but then realized she couldn't see I was naked so I offered to help her with the bags and we both headed upstairs. As we headed up the stairs I thought how lucky I was she couldn't see me at that very moment. She opened the door...I spoke with her for about ten minutes about philosophy and life...seemed strange holding a conversation like that for so long...without her realizing I was nude. We had a cup off coffee...and I said goodbye to her...and to the rest of her familiy that had been staring at me since I walked in. When I got back into my office I sat down to my computer and dialed After Hours. I logged in as usual, but this time I was cautious... Who could I trust?...Even Fred the Sysop was a suspect...so I knew I would have to watch my back. I went into the registry, then /hello and poked around in E-Mail...suddenly I realized we weren't looking for Booker at all...Rhonelle put that in the letter in case it fell into the wrong hands...She was realy looking for my alter-ego, my on-line persona, Fez. Little did she know I was only out of town visiting my 80 year old grandmother on her birthday. She was convinced there was a plot against me when I didn't respond...and now she'd gone off someplace to look for me and now I'm looking for her. Suddenly I was paged...It was SandGuy-93... "Merlock and I sensed you needed help...you can count on our talents if the need should arise. I paged them back, "I doubt it...I'm trying to find a girl on-line" Just then, a small black circle appeared in my computer screen... I examined it closer and it grew...a roaring sound filled the room as I suddenly found myself inside another universe...Cyberspace, where /fantasy and reality collide in a totally digital world. So there I was in the middle of nowhere...standing naked inside The World of After Hours...wearing nothing but a Fedora...I looked around but for some reason there wasn't a person in site...I must have been inside of the TI/994A Forum...and somehow I had to get out, get dressed, and find some more clues... I left the room and entered a long corridor with signs on each door... /Advice, /Hello, /General, /Eatout, /Partyon, /Pets, /Sick...,/Fetish, /Fantasy, /Magick...I opened the first door, "/Pets" and steped insdide... within seconds a dog came up to me and started to wiz on my bare feet. I left almost immediatly, and started to realize messages were coming alive all around me....hmmm ...I soon hurried my naked tookis over to /fetish and decided to call it a night. Muck greeted me at the door wearing some sort of horns on his head... and a smile on his face. A week later I left /fetish with a big smile on *my* face. It was clear I was ready to find her, so I traded Muck the rubber chicken I store under my Fedora (for emergencies) for a new suit and headed out. Not realizing where I was headed I ended up on a thread with Scarla at least she had wheels...eager for more clues, and enjoying the company I stuck around for a while until aall of a sudden we both were hit by a large truck. Within minutes a crazed EMT driver named DDT arrived at the scene and whisked us off to some other place... I didn't get the name of the place...but he and his sidekick Furball showed me around for a while...it was clear anything goes there... and a good time was had by all...we all decided to head down the hall where a hang was taking place. JimCakes, Alphabet-Land, Kermit, Lythind, Sandguy-93, and Merlock were already there, along with Fred the Sysop. Lythind came over to me shaking her head... "Aw...look at you." She removed my Fedora and tossed it on the table. Her bright green eyes lit up as she handed me an old worn box. I opened it slowly...it was my old Fez hat...she put in on me with a tear in her eyes..."find her" she said. "Somehow I will". The sudden emotional state of the crowd rose to a peak as we all for no aparent reason just began to sing... "Somewhere out there..." was heard from the back section "Hey! Hey! we're the Monkees!...and People say we Monkee around.." was the only song JimCakes could remember...but he sang anyway, and with a tear in his eyes...he sang with all his heart "and we're to busy singing to put anybody down...". With a song in my heart...I set back out to find her... (--- to be continued ---) Date: Wednesday, April 20, 1994 12:43am Forum: WYSIWYG From: Fez Msg#: 469977 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Fezless in Morocco!...A /Feztasy (Copy by Lythande, Reply to #469102, Reply to #469068, R*) Fezless in Morocco Part 3...Fez (Ace) wanders through After Hours (tm) ====================================================== Still wandering inside the inner world of After Hours (tm)...Our hero leaves the hang...Fez (a.k.a. Ace Stark) continues... ====================================================== With a song in my heart...I set back out to find her... I left the hang with a renewed spirit in my heart, somehow I would figure it all out...Somehow I would find out where Rhonelle went...Somehow I would get back to the "real" world...Somehow I'd learn to set that clock on my VCR...well anyway...I continued on. It seemed to me I was starting to figure this place out...I checked my watch then quickly hurried down the hall and opened the SciFi door... just as I figured...empty...of course! Star Trek was on! That was when I had realized I would never find any clues where I was standing...I was lurking in the present. It was time I dove in deeper. I knew right then if I was going to find any more clues I'd have to look beyond the surface...Once again I had some thinking to do, so I just wandered for a while as I opened another door. It was a place called /hello. As I entered I noticed some new faces, and some old ones greeting 'em as they took their first steps. What struck me as odd was that every place I looked there were people grinning, smiling, Laughing Out Loud, Ducking... and every now and again you'd see people just Rolling on The Floor Laughing. I approached Lythind Rolling on The Floor Laughing, and I asked her why so many people were on the floor...she just pointed...and kept rolling. All I could see from there was this Tee-Pee...I walked through the Tee-Pee and all of a sudden I found myself looking at...Me? "Who are you" I said. "I am Fez...and I am very happy for to type to you!" This could not be?...That part of me died on-line months ago! Those Tee-Pee's must have the ability to jump backwards in time. "Fez smiles at you!...You have a Fez too!...Fez likes you!...Fez wonders who *you* are?...Fez waits for to hear your name too! "OoooH...Fez knows!...you are Balki...Fez likes Balki T.V. show very much! Fez thinks Balki's cousin is funny too! When Fez watches Balki's show Fez laughs at Balki...Fez...(blah..blah Fez..blah...) Fez...(AauugghhhhHH!!!!!!) ...I couldn't take him anymore! It was at that very moment I picked up on another thing I seemed to see a lot of going on here...(Running)...and I ran my butt towards the nearest Tee-Pee...things got worse...I should have figured this might happen... I asked for it...after all it was my own creation going hay-wire here. So I knew the only way out of this thread alive would be to play along. So there I was, in the middle of a familiar street, with a familiar set of stairs, leading to a familiar appartment building...so I played along. I climbed the stairs *down*, and opened the door leading to the basement appartment. Then I went over to the cabinet and took out a few Scooter Pies and made my way over to the couch, fluff up a small pillow with an "L" sewn into it. I sat down. I looked over at my watch..Five, Four, Three, Two, One...On cue, a trail of Cheese Doodles emerges...followed shortly by Fuz, the sensible older brother I created singing Coom-By-Ya as he creates the trail with little Fuzzy (his son) by his side...I just sat...ate my skooter pie, and waited. I checked my watch again...any second...and...yes...Fiz, Fez's father who works in the soda factory comes screaming down the stairs and joins the other two in singing...followed by Fezz...Fez's Evil Twin! "It will never work...You'll never find Fez..." he tells them. Then he pulls a Rubber Chicken out from under his Fez (he keeps one under his hat for emergencies too), then pulls out a knife. I yawn for a second... Check my watch again, hmmm...this should be a couple of minutes... So as Fezz threatens to hurt the Rubber Chicken if they try to lure Fez from his secret hiding place...I doze off for just a few minutes. I woke up about ten minutes later, and looked around to see what was going on...By then Fez walked in with a mouthful of Cheeze Doodles and bright orange cheeze stained hands...The Ghost of Elvis (sitting next to me by then) started to giggle as Fezz once again threatened to hurt the Rubber Chicken if Fez wouldn't come back with him to Morocco... The Ghost of Elvis asked me "What are we gonna do?..." "Nothing....sshhh...Wait...Elvis...er...ah...Mr. Presley." (--- Continued on next post, too long to upload ---) Date: Wednesday, April 20, 1994 12:44am Forum: WYSIWYG From: Fez Msg#: 469978 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Fezless in Morocco!...A /Feztasy (Copy by Lythande, Reply to #469102, Reply to #469068, R*) (1 reply) =================================== Fezless In Morocco, Part 4 =================================== ...bright orange cheeze stained hands...The Ghost of Elvis (sitting next to me by then) started to giggle as Fezz once again threatened to hurt the Rubber Chicken if Fez wouldn't come back with him to Morocco... The Ghost of Elvis asked me "What are we gonna do?..." "Nothing....sshhh...Wait...Elvis...er...ah...Mr. Presley." Five...four...thr....(oops...my watch was off)... "Six, seven, eight, Shlamiel, Shlamazel..." was hear from the street above. The Ghost of Elvis was confused..."Is that?", "Yes!" I said..."Shhh" Just then the door slammed open...It was Carmine Ragusa, The Big Ragu'! Followed by Lavern & Shirley! "You Know I'd go from Rags to Riches!..." He sings as he grabs the knife from Fezz, and frees the poor Rubber Chicken. Fezz runs up the stairs...past Squiggy the slick haired screwball neighbor from upstairs, "Hello!...girls I'd like to introduce you to my new friend...we're getting married...her name is Fazmine" I check my watch again...Fez, Faz, Fuz, Fiz, and Fuzzy, and the Big Ragu' leave...leaving Ghost of Elvis & I to Laverne & Shirley! "Dibs"..."Dibs!" I beat Ghost of Elvis to the punch...I said it first... "I get Shirley Feenie!" I shouted. I headed towards the -------------< COMMENTS BY Lythande >-------------- QU>TO: Nightbird QU>----------< END OF COMMENTS BY Lythande >---------- QU>SF>Stanley and I used multi-grain and my father used raisin Challah. QU>VI>Signifying? :) QU>SF>Complex carbohydrates? QU>VI>Exactly how complex? QU>QU>So complex...... they need a Psychiatrist. :) QU>NI>Who, Doctor Grain? QU>Doctor Who is not availabale so I guess he'l have to suffice. QU>Especially if you're Coo Coo for CoCo Puffs. :) What are you kidding me?! Doctor Who is always available! Just think hard enough and the TARDIS will materialize right in front of your eyes... Date: Wednesday, October 30, 1996 8:31pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Nightbird Msg#: 721752 To: Quack Re: Tashlich humor (Reply to #721623, Fw by Lythande, Reply to #719192, Rep*) QU>-------------< COMMENTS BY Lythande >-------------- QU>TO: Nightbird QU>----------< END OF COMMENTS BY Lythande >---------- QU>SF>Stanley and I used multi-grain and my father used raisin Challah. QU>VI>Signifying? :) QU>SF>Complex carbohydrates? QU>VI>Exactly how complex? QU>QU>So complex...... they need a Psychiatrist. :) QU>NI>Who, Doctor Grain? QU>Doctor Who is not availabale so I guess he'l have to suffice. QU>Especially if you're Coo Coo for CoCo Puffs. :) WHATEVER!!!! Date: Wednesday, October 30, 1996 8:32pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Nightbird Msg#: 721753 To: Tempest Re: Tashlich humor (Reply to #721729, Reply to #721623, Fw by Lythande, Rep*) (1 reply) TE>QU>-------------< COMMENTS BY Lythande >-------------- TE>QU>TO: Nightbird TE>QU>----------< END OF COMMENTS BY Lythande >---------- TE>QU>SF>Stanley and I used multi-grain and my father used raisin Challah. TE>QU>VI>Signifying? :) TE>QU>SF>Complex carbohydrates? TE>QU>VI>Exactly how complex? TE>QU>QU>So complex...... they need a Psychiatrist. :) TE>QU>NI>Who, Doctor Grain? TE>QU>Doctor Who is not availabale so I guess he'l have to suffice. TE>QU>Especially if you're Coo Coo for CoCo Puffs. :) TE>What are you kidding me?! Doctor Who is always available! Just think TE>hard enough and the TARDIS will materialize right in front of your TE>eyes... I see we have a Doctor Who fan here! Cool Date: Thursday, January 2, 1997 10:48pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Tempest Msg#: 725122 To: Nightbird Re: Tashlich humor (Reply to #721753, Reply to #721729, Reply to #721623, F*) (1 reply) NI>TE>QU>-------------< COMMENTS BY Lythande >-------------- NI>TE>QU>TO: Nightbird NI>TE>QU>----------< END OF COMMENTS BY Lythande >---------- NI>TE>QU>SF>Stanley and I used multi-grain and my father used raisin Challah. NI>TE>QU>VI>Signifying? :) NI>TE>QU>SF>Complex carbohydrates? NI>TE>QU>VI>Exactly how complex? NI>TE>QU>QU>So complex...... they need a Psychiatrist. :) NI>TE>QU>NI>Who, Doctor Grain? NI>TE>QU>Doctor Who is not availabale so I guess he'l have to suffice. NI>TE>QU>Especially if you're Coo Coo for CoCo Puffs. :) NI>TE>What are you kidding me?! Doctor Who is always available! Just think NI>TE>hard enough and the TARDIS will materialize right in front of your NI>TE>eyes... NI>I see we have a Doctor Who fan here! NI>Cool Oh yeah!!! That's my favorite show!! You like it too? Date: Friday, January 3, 1997 8:33pm Forum: WYSIWYG From: Nightbird Msg#: 725184 To: Tempest Re: Tashlich humor (Reply to #725122, Reply to #721753, Reply to #721729, R*) TE>NI>TE>What are you kidding me?! Doctor Who is always available! Just think TE>NI>TE>hard enough and the TARDIS will materialize right in front of your TE>NI>TE>eyes... TE>NI>I see we have a Doctor Who fan here! TE>NI>Cool TE>Oh yeah!!! That's my favorite show!! You like it too? Yes, Steve got me into it a few years ago! --- þ OLX 2.1 TD þ Letterman of Borg-Top 10 reasons why resistance is futile End of list! Select a Sysop option (R,W,F,T,S,M,E,A,O,X to exit or ? for menu):