Guys With Guns When You Need Them
Mumthra
I really SHOULD be able to buy a couple of gallons of milk after eight
o'clock at night without having something to SAY about it, but about
once a year during such a trip, something WEIRD develops, like guys
with guns.
Our grocery store was still recovering from an ice storm panic and
power outages, and mercifully for them, there were only a few
customers like me, who didn't complain about the gaps in the shelf
stock and who didn't cutely joke with them by announcing that a couple
of bus loads of hungry and cranky elderly were pulling up in front.
I minded my own business and moved through quickly. Once outside, I
was not greeted by Rufus the Weekday Bag Boy. Rufus had wandered
indoors it seemed. The only other moving biped in sight was a sort of
typical perpetrator in scuffed dark clothes and a knit cap. I grabbed
the lightest of my bags and marched for my car, convinced that I was
overreacting by readying myself to blow my whistle while pummeling him
if he got too close.
When I looked back, the guy was heading toward me with a goofy grin on
his face. He had my other bags and a gallon of milk in each hand and
was talking very fast. The un-punctuated stream of chatter earned him
another perpetrator point.
"I don't work here but you looked like you could use some help and my
girlfriend and I had a fight and she drove off and took my car and
left me and she has my car keys all pissed off--"
I took the bags and the milk from him while watching him closely and I
TOSSED everything into my car without looking away from his face. I'm
sure I looked like I was listening more closely than anyone had
listened to him for quite a while.
"--she does this sometimes and ya know I don't know what the fuck is
going on." He finished breathlessly.
"I do," I said, slamming my car shut and walking back toward the
store.
"Why you going back there?"
"Come on and find out if you want to know." I replied.
He did. But he meandered and followed me at a distance.
I told Rufus the Bag Boy, "That guy just followed me to my car."
"Um," said Rufus.
A police car rolled up to the curb and the window rolled down so that
I could repeat, "That guy just followed me to my car."
The officer nodded and spoke to his radio, "Looks like we have our
man."
That Guy stepped up on the curb with me, looking confused, "Did I
disrespect you, baby?"
"No."
"See? I didn't disrespect her or nuthin'."
The officer asked me, "Did he ask you for money?"
"I didn't ask her for money. And I didn't--"
"--Bus fare!" I accused.
"Oh. But I didn't disrespect you. All I need--"
"--But! But no GENTLEMAN with good sense follows a woman to her car at
night!" I was feeling a little righteous fury. If he would have
apologized and repeated what I had just said I would have given him
five bucks on the spot.
"What? I didn't follow you. I was helping you with your stuff." He
feigned exasperation and moved toward the passenger side of the
cruiser, "Take me away! I'm ready!"
The officer stepped out of his car instead. "He just did this at
McDonald's." I tried to imagine the scene. Had he offered to carry
someone's burger burden?
For obscure reasons--possibly in honor of Martin Luther King Day--That
Guy decided to try playing at being irate with me. He walked back
toward me. "You got something against The Black Man?" He pulled off
his cap as if to clearly establish his status as The Black Man.
"Certainly not," I said.
"Oh." Deflated, he replaced his cap.
Having had enough of the show, the officer took a calm and official
control of the conversation but continued his appealing smirk. (As a
parent, I think I will be practicing the charming copsmirk with
greater effect now that I've seen it done so well). "Where were you
going with that bus fare?" He asked.
"To the shelter. You know. That one."
"Uh-huh." He didn't seem any more anxious to be a cab service than I
was to tip for grocery delivery.
I was dismissed when the second officer arrived, and I huffed off to
my own form of shelter with my freshly tossed groceries.
Next time I'll wait for Rufus to man his post.
I'd like to find out what happened to The Black Man. Did they call a
church person who does things like hand out bus fare to idiots? Did
they put him on the bus? Did they take him back to the station to be
regaled with his phantom girlfriend stories? I'm sure they wouldn't
drive him around; that would just encourage him to be mildly and
criminally annoying as a means of transportation.
König Preuße, GmbH
Mumthra wrote:
> I really SHOULD be able to buy a couple of gallons of milk after eight
> o'clock at night without having something to SAY about it, but about
> once a year during such a trip, something WEIRD develops, like guys
> with guns.
>
<clip> I would like to say that you probably over-reacted,
but probably not. The local DeLuxe Giant Food is 24-hours
and HAD a similar problem with winos and junkies
hanging out and shop lifting, but they managed to run
them all off. The guys fresh out of the county drunk tank
had a couple of camp sites in the bushes near the grocery
and local liquor store for convenience sake. The deal here
was that all the pesky and aggressive panhandlers were
the most scrofulous looking bunch of white trash I've
seen in a long time. I don't think that country drunks
can get that fucked up and criminal until they try urban living.
I am currently petitioning for a local initiative to have them
deported to Frederick, Maryland.
ta...@xtra.co.nz
>I'd like to find out what happened to The Black Man. Did they call a
>church person who does things like hand out bus fare to idiots? Did
>they put him on the bus? Did they take him back to the station to be
>regaled with his phantom girlfriend stories? I'm sure they wouldn't
>drive him around; that would just encourage him to be mildly and
>criminally annoying as a means of transportation.
God am I ever glad to be out of the U.S. where all men scared me at
night. Here, you can take a walk alone at midnight with no fear, and
even though some of these Polynesian men are HUGE, they are not
terribly SCARY.
König Preuße, GmbH
ta...@xtra.co.nz wrote:
When I worked in the shipyards in San Francisco, one of the
shipfitting companies was manned mostly by Somoans. There are
about 75,000 Somoans in the Bay area. The average Somoan
man is 6'2" and 265lbs, the average Somoan woman is 5'10"
and 180lbs. They have a motorcycle club called, "Sons of Hawaii"
and Hell's Angels don't tangle with the Somoans.
In the shipyard machine shop, the Somoans had made a wall plaque
that hung there, it had 50 different miniature knives with names for each,
I would wager that Somoans know a LOT about knives.
One morning, my job assignment was to take the tug boat and push
the barge with sand bags to the side of a ship that was to be
Coast Guard lifeboat certified. I had a longshoreman's breakfast
at Red's Java House which is on the same pier as the shipworks.
I got the barge into position and waited a while, and then a dozen
big fucking Somoans in a lifeboat come gliding through the morning
mist all singing in beautiful high clear voices some Somoan song
that was a morning water song that would paralyze you in your tracks.
The voices were more that an octave above middle C, not falsetto,
more etheral, and the harmony was a contrapuntal tapestry.
So, then they loaded the sand bags, and hoisted the lifeboat,
where it remained for one hour to pass inspection.
Then same deal, reverse order, was a day on the waterfront.
As a rigger, I could legally carry a marlin spike on my belt,
my spike was big enough that it could be used as a hammer,
a big knitting needle, and the flat tip was sharp. I don't know everything
about ropes and cables, but there is a book called, "California Cordage."
Down the waterfront is India Basin and China Basin where the tall
ships from the Far East used to come. There are places yet, like the
Californinia Street cable car turn arounds, that are made with
Irish cobble stones that were brought as ship's ballast all the way
around South America before the Panama Canal was built.
Having been born in Berkeley, I was once invited to join
the Native Sons of the Golden West, which as near as I can tell
is a marching and chowder society allied with E Clampus Vitus.
Mumthra
<bbom...@erols.com> wrote:
:<clip> I would like to say that you probably over-reacted,
:but probably not.
Definitely not. The entire time I spent sizing him up, I was PRETTY
SURE that the guy wasn't dangerous, but I didn't see that as ANY
REASON not to be ready to rip his heart out. So I was.
You just never know.
:The local DeLuxe Giant Food is 24-hours
:and HAD a similar problem with winos and junkies
:hanging out and shop lifting, but they managed to run
:them all off. The guys fresh out of the county drunk tank
:had a couple of camp sites in the bushes near the grocery
:and local liquor store for convenience sake. The deal here
:was that all the pesky and aggressive panhandlers were
:the most scrofulous looking bunch of white trash I've
:seen in a long time. I don't think that country drunks
:can get that fucked up and criminal until they try urban living.
Oh, I think this one was plenty urban, alright. I'd be gasping in
surprise if any population of vagrants managed to make it around here,
anyway. We have too many partially employed pains-in-the-ass who are
fluent in affluent. They wouldn't HEAR of it. "Bums, my ass!" they'd
say.
:I am currently petitioning for a local initiative to have them
:deported to Frederick, Maryland.
PERFECT! Everyone should be deported to Fred.
This was probably from Mumthra. Ordinarily non-contagious.
"So you'd have to take it on faith that it was in fact
a tentacle and not, say, a potato." --Jahweh Dave Lynch
Mumthra
:God am I ever glad to be out of the U.S. where all men scared me at
:night.
I'm not usually scared of just anybody, but that solitary approach
thing FREAKS ME OUT because even if it IS just panhandling, I've been
stalked and chosen over and over again. I've asked around and this
doesn't happen regularly to anyone else I know. And! And it pisses me
off because I'm going to end up carrying a gun or a poison dart kit or
somethinglikethat before much longer because I have EVERY FUCKING
RIGHT to be out after dark in my own FUCKING NEIGHBORHOOD EVEN IF I AM
A SHORT PERSON WITH "TITS."
:Here, you can take a walk alone at midnight with no fear, and
:even though some of these Polynesian men are HUGE, they are not
:terribly SCARY.
THe teeny ones would scare me.
Okay. I'm ready for you to say SOMETHING bad about New Zealand.
Is it really the same time there now only a different day? How does
that work? Are you still reading in the pre-dawn mostly?
ta...@xtra.co.nz
>
>Okay. I'm ready for you to say SOMETHING bad about New Zealand.
Okay...there are some uptight SHITS on nz.gen. And I miss not having
any friends, and I miss Home Depot. Jesus, Meg, I CAN'T say much bad
about the place...first of all, it's beautiful and not terrible in any
way. There are hardly any cops. Second...I CHOSE to move here. It
would reflect badly upon my ability to choose if I said anything
really awful. Besides, I'm still learning the lay of the land. Oh, I
know...they say PAStels instead of pasTELS...that drives me batty.
>
>Is it really the same time there now only a different day? How does
>that work? Are you still reading in the pre-dawn mostly?
Yeah, the crack of dawn is still unsafe from my probing fingers. I get
up about 6-6:30 and read. I THINK I'm about 7 hours behind you in
clocktime, but a day ahead.
König Preuße, GmbH
ta...@xtra.co.nz wrote:
> On Thu, 21 Jan 1999 01:53:33 GMT, nosp...@radix.net (Mumthra) wrote:
>
> >
> >Okay. I'm ready for you to say SOMETHING bad about New Zealand.
>
> Okay...there are some uptight SHITS on nz.gen. And I miss not having
> any friends, and I miss Home Depot. Jesus, Meg, I CAN'T say much bad
> about the place...first of all, it's beautiful and not terrible in any
> way. There are hardly any cops. Second...I CHOSE to move here. It
> would reflect badly upon my ability to choose if I said anything
> really awful. Besides, I'm still learning the lay of the land. Oh, I
> know...they say PAStels instead of pasTELS...that drives me batty.
Do they carry brollies and have a cup o' char?
As far as PASTELS, just use Conte Crayons,
unless they insist upon calling them Cray-ONS,
in which event, the issue is not the medim but the hue,
then refer to it by is spectral frequency.
the Right Big Rev. Boss Dr. DeWaffless Jubo Schmeerz
>On Wed, 20 Jan 1999 17:11:28 -0500, "König Preuße, GmbH"
><bbom...@erols.com> wrote:
>
>:<clip> I would like to say that you probably over-reacted,
>:but probably not.
>
>Definitely not. The entire time I spent sizing him up, I was PRETTY
>SURE that the guy wasn't dangerous, but I didn't see that as ANY
>REASON not to be ready to rip his heart out. So I was.
>
>You just never know.
you didn't yank a Micro-Uzi out of your handbag and make so many holes
in his chest that you could read a newspaper in the streetlamp light
coming THROUGH him, so I can't see how you could be accused of
overreacting.
ta...@xtra.co.nz
"=?iso-8859-1?Q?K=F6nig=20Preu=DFe?=, GmbH" <bbom...@erols.com>
wrote:
>
> When I worked in the shipyards in San Francisco, one of the
>shipfitting companies was manned mostly by Somoans. There are
>about 75,000 Somoans in the Bay area. The average Somoan
>man is 6'2" and 265lbs, the average Somoan woman is 5'10"
>and 180lbs. They have a motorcycle club called, "Sons of Hawaii"
>and Hell's Angels don't tangle with the Somoans.
No one fucks with the Samoans here, either. What we have in NZ are
mostly Western Samoans, rather than American Samoans, though...and
Fijians, and Tongans, and of course, Maori.
> One morning, my job assignment was to take the tug boat and push
>the barge with sand bags to the side of a ship that was to be
>Coast Guard lifeboat certified. I had a longshoreman's breakfast
>at Red's Java House which is on the same pier as the shipworks.
>I got the barge into position and waited a while, and then a dozen
>big fucking Somoans in a lifeboat come gliding through the morning
>mist all singing in beautiful high clear voices some Somoan song
>that was a morning water song that would paralyze you in your tracks.
>The voices were more that an octave above middle C, not falsetto,
>more etheral, and the harmony was a contrapuntal tapestry.
Sounds beautiful. I can't wait for rugby season to start. Before each
game starts, the All-Blacks do a "Haka" which is a fierce war dance.
Just recently, one of the team members died in a diving accident and
they showed part of his funeral on TV. I just saw a couple of seconds
of it, but the team had lined the path that his coffin was being
carried down and did a haka for him. It was so fiercely beautiful that
it brought tears to my eyes, these men showing their passion for a
fallen mate, much more moving than if they had wept.
>Down the waterfront is India Basin and China Basin where the tall
>ships from the Far East used to come. There are places yet, like the
>Californinia Street cable car turn arounds, that are made with
>Irish cobble stones that were brought as ship's ballast all the way
>around South America before the Panama Canal was built.
> Having been born in Berkeley, I was once invited to join
>the Native Sons of the Golden West, which as near as I can tell
>is a marching and chowder society allied with E Clampus Vitus.
I took my first hit of acid in Berkeley. Strolling down Telegraph on a
Saturday night, tripping my brains out was an experience I'll never
forget...what I can remember of it.
ta...@xtra.co.nz
"=?iso-8859-1?Q?K=F6nig=20Preu=DFe?=, GmbH" <bbom...@erols.com>
wrote:
>
>
>ta...@xtra.co.nz wrote:
>
>> On Thu, 21 Jan 1999 01:53:33 GMT, nosp...@radix.net (Mumthra) wrote:
>>
>> >
>> >Okay. I'm ready for you to say SOMETHING bad about New Zealand.
>>
>> Okay...there are some uptight SHITS on nz.gen. And I miss not having
>> any friends, and I miss Home Depot. Jesus, Meg, I CAN'T say much bad
>> about the place...first of all, it's beautiful and not terrible in any
>> way. There are hardly any cops. Second...I CHOSE to move here. It
>> would reflect badly upon my ability to choose if I said anything
>> really awful. Besides, I'm still learning the lay of the land. Oh, I
>> know...they say PAStels instead of pasTELS...that drives me batty.
>
> Do they carry brollies and have a cup o' char?
>
> As far as PASTELS, just use Conte Crayons,
Not as long as I have a 300 piece set of Rembrants, I won't.
König Preuße, GmbH
ta...@xtra.co.nz wrote:
> > As far as PASTELS, just use Conte Crayons,
>
> Not as long as I have a 300 piece set of Rembrants, I won't.
The set in the nice wood box with the little brass latch? I like the oil pastels,
charcol on matte paper gives me
a squickie frisson--
I worked in galleries, frame shops, and art supply a couple
of years total.
I think that I was married to an art historian for a while, too.
Well, then just call them Rembrants, unless they insist on calling
them RembRANTS. But I know what you mean about annoying
pronunciations. The Museum of "Modren" Art. amd nookieler
still grate on me a bit, but the main difficulty is not laughing when
people are trying to seriously discuss "nookieler" deterrents
and modren art.
König Preuße, GmbH
ta...@xtra.co.nz wrote:
> On Wed, 20 Jan 1999 22:13:15 -0500,
> "=?iso-8859-1?Q?K=F6nig=20Preu=DFe?=, GmbH" <bbom...@erols.com>
> wrote:
>
> >
> > When I worked in the shipyards in San Francisco, one of the
> >shipfitting companies was manned mostly by Somoans. There are
> >about 75,000 Somoans in the Bay area. The average Somoan
> >man is 6'2" and 265lbs, the average Somoan woman is 5'10"
> >and 180lbs. They have a motorcycle club called, "Sons of Hawaii"
> >and Hell's Angels don't tangle with the Somoans.
>
> No one fucks with the Samoans here, either. What we have in NZ are
> mostly Western Samoans, rather than American Samoans, though...and
> Fijians, and Tongans, and of course, Maori.
>
I still think that Yap Island money is pretty funny,
and also a good idea.
I had a funny young woman for an anthropology professor.
She was funny in that she had a sense of wondrous amusement
at the multitude of adaptive variations that Man has contrived.
She told us of a Pacific Islander tribe that was big, strong,
healthy, very well nourished. They were so healthy that they had
a rather high live-birth rate. Their method of population control
on their small islands was that the woman would take the babies
to a ceremonial tree, and swing the infant by the feet, smashing
their heads against the tree. A relatively merciful death.
The women would allow about one out of five children to live,
and I have often thought about that decision, or moment of knowing
when the island woman would decide that this one is a "keeper."
The rest they throw back, like fishing, huh?
The anthro lady also described to us an island tribe that
had abundant fish and semi-wild pigs that roamed all over
the island. The women did all the yam farming, fishing, and palm weaving
while the men made little bronze gongs, the gongs being valued
depending on their tone and clarity. The men spent their days
swapping gongs and disputing ownership of the pigs that ran
wild and unattended around the island. The way she told it,
I had an "aha!" moment, thinking that this is much a parallel
to modern life, I laughed out loud, and I didn't go to anymore
classes for a long time. Actually, I think that I was the only
student that understood what she was trying to say in that moment.
I hope she understood why I stopped classes, but I have often wondered
what mysteries I missed.
I just did a quick search for ethnobotany in the Pacific,
the Islander are sure an over-studied group.
ta...@xtra.co.nz
"=?iso-8859-1?Q?K=F6nig=20Preu=DFe?=, GmbH" <bbom...@erols.com>
wrote:
>
>
>ta...@xtra.co.nz wrote:
>
>> > As far as PASTELS, just use Conte Crayons,
>>
>> Not as long as I have a 300 piece set of Rembrants, I won't.
>
> The set in the nice wood box with the little brass latch?
Dat's da one!
> I like the oil pastels,
I don't. In fact, I HATE 'em. If I want oil, I use oil paints.
König Preuße, GmbH
ta...@xtra.co.nz wrote:
Are we talking about the same thing?
I like enough grease that I can't feel the scuff on the paper.
There's a woild o' difference between oil pastels and
Prussian Blue mit Turbin Tying und Linseed Earl.
As the old sailor said, "There's more than one way to streatch a canvas!"
Also, the straight pig (ment) sticks are so dusty that I can't hardly
spray enough workable fixatif on the stuff to hold down the smudge.
You got square sticks, or round sticks?
Square, right?
I bet they got SOME roar of the grease paint and smell of the crowd.
Don't lie to me!
König Preuße, GmbH
Mumthra wrote:
> On Thu, 21 Jan 1999 14:01:54 GMT, barbara@.bookpro.com wrote:
>
> :gotten out of there. It would never have occurred to be to go back
> :into the store and tell someone about it. Even if it was a harmless
> :occurrence, it was good for them to know about it, so Rufus could keep
> :his eye on the situation. It wasn't like it was you who called the
> :cops. They apparently showed up on their own.
>
> The thing is, Baab, I've had lots of PRACTICE now. This really does
> happen about once a year. Each time I learn something that I think
> somebody should have been able to tell me before.
>
> Thing one is: you have an obligation to be ACTIVELY IMPOLITE to a
> POSSIBLY threatening man. He can have NO BUSINESS cornering you for
> any reason. It's amazing how much "manners" will drive a situation.
>
> In this case, I knew that my van had been unlocked and wasn't
> necessarily a safe place. I would have had to move completely out of
> view of the store's entrance to get behind the wheel, and on top of
> that, he was just too close to the open car door. I might have brained
> him with a dozen eggs, but going back to where people were supposed to
> be seemed like the best idea. I'm glad the Yard Jubo approves.
>
> So far, NOBODY has known what to do when I've reached the fabled
> safety of the "populated area." I still had to tell them how to help.
>
> No one is prepared for IDIOT HIJINKS like they oughta be.
>
> This was probably from Mumthra. Ordinarily non-contagious.
> "So you'd have to take it on faith that it was in fact
> a tentacle and not, say, a potato." --Jahweh Dave Lynch
There's still something wrong with this picture.
My mom's sister was walking by the waterfront in SW
DeeCee by the phoney fishing boats and a guy tried
to strong arm her. So, she WAS going to "give it up"
and was in the process of going through her purse
and happened to reveal one of those little lighters
that look like a .25 Beretta, and the dood apologized
and split.
The BIG deal is, that to get a jug o' milk,
you shouldn't have to fight your way through the parking lot.
The fishing boats have little .12 guage flare guns
that will rilly do a number on yer belly button--
not only put a hole in the perp, but leave em smokin'!
Jim Vandewalker
{ going back to where people were supposed to
{ be seemed like the best idea. I'm glad the Yard Jubo approves.
{
{ So far, NOBODY has known what to do when I've reached the fabled
{ safety of the "populated area." I still had to tell them how to help.
{
{ No one is prepared for IDIOT HIJINKS like they oughta be.
{
But see, SOMEBODY there DID know -- YOU knew.
Also was the appearance of the laws providential, or did somebody inside
the store call 'em? "Dang it, Bert, that guy is STILL hangin' around out
there -- now he's follered that lady from the Giant store, and she's headed
back with fire in 'er eye. Didja call them dern cops yet?"
the Schmoo
>On Thu, 21 Jan 1999 01:36:58 GMT, nosp...@radix.net (Mumthra) wrote:
>
>>On Wed, 20 Jan 1999 17:11:28 -0500, "König Preuße, GmbH"
>><bbom...@erols.com> wrote:
>>
>>:<clip> I would like to say that you probably over-reacted,
>>:but probably not.
>>
>>Definitely not. The entire time I spent sizing him up, I was PRETTY
>>SURE that the guy wasn't dangerous, but I didn't see that as ANY
>>REASON not to be ready to rip his heart out. So I was.
>>
>>You just never know.
>
>You showed a lot more presence of mind and public spirit than I would
>have. I'd have just grabbed my stuff from him, got in my car, and
>gotten out of there.
usually not a good move.
Well, it's okay if it ends with you getting out of there, but you're
pretty vulnerable when you are trying to get into the car, and if
somebody shoves you and gets in with you, halfway quick like, it's
hard for anybody to see or hear what happens next.
Best to leave yourself some running room. And do what she did. Go
where other people are.
Mumthra
:gotten out of there. It would never have occurred to be to go back
:into the store and tell someone about it. Even if it was a harmless
:occurrence, it was good for them to know about it, so Rufus could keep
:his eye on the situation. It wasn't like it was you who called the
:cops. They apparently showed up on their own.
The thing is, Baab, I've had lots of PRACTICE now. This really does
happen about once a year. Each time I learn something that I think
somebody should have been able to tell me before.
Thing one is: you have an obligation to be ACTIVELY IMPOLITE to a
POSSIBLY threatening man. He can have NO BUSINESS cornering you for
any reason. It's amazing how much "manners" will drive a situation.
In this case, I knew that my van had been unlocked and wasn't
necessarily a safe place. I would have had to move completely out of
view of the store's entrance to get behind the wheel, and on top of
that, he was just too close to the open car door. I might have brained
him with a dozen eggs, but going back to where people were supposed to
be seemed like the best idea. I'm glad the Yard Jubo approves.
So far, NOBODY has known what to do when I've reached the fabled
safety of the "populated area." I still had to tell them how to help.
No one is prepared for IDIOT HIJINKS like they oughta be.
This was probably from Mumthra. Ordinarily non-contagious.
ta...@xtra.co.nz
"=?iso-8859-1?Q?K=F6nig=20Preu=DFe?=, GmbH" <bbom...@erols.com>
wrote:
>
>
>ta...@xtra.co.nz wrote:
>
>> On Thu, 21 Jan 1999 09:11:32 -0500,
>> "=?iso-8859-1?Q?K=F6nig=20Preu=DFe?=, GmbH" <bbom...@erols.com>
>> wrote:
>>
>> >
>> >
>> >ta...@xtra.co.nz wrote:
>> >
>> >> > As far as PASTELS, just use Conte Crayons,
>> >>
>> >> Not as long as I have a 300 piece set of Rembrants, I won't.
>> >
>> > The set in the nice wood box with the little brass latch?
>>
>> Dat's da one!
>>
>> > I like the oil pastels,
>>
>> I don't. In fact, I HATE 'em. If I want oil, I use oil paints.
>
> Are we talking about the same thing?
Yes, we're talking about the same thing. I don't like oil pastels,
they're like big greasy crayons. Ugh.
>I like enough grease that I can't feel the scuff on the paper.
And I purposely buy sanded paper so that I CAN feel the texture of the
paper, and so that I can layer repeatedly with ease, getting much
greater depth of color, variations etc. I've tried oil pastels on
several occasions (not with sanded paper of course) at the behest of
its afficionados, and each time, I thought "This would be so much
better in either REAL pastels or oil paint."
>
> There's a woild o' difference between oil pastels and
>Prussian Blue mit Turbin Tying und Linseed Earl.
>
> As the old sailor said, "There's more than one way to streatch a canvas!"
>
>Also, the straight pig (ment) sticks are so dusty that I can't hardly
>spray enough workable fixatif on the stuff to hold down the smudge.
You ain't workin't 'em right then. I don't even OWN a can of spray
fixative. Don't need it.
>
> You got square sticks, or round sticks?
>
> Square, right?
Wrong, Rembrandts are round.
>
> I bet they got SOME roar of the grease paint and smell of the crowd.
>
> Don't lie to me!
What're you gonna do about it if I do? Swim over here and wash my
mouth out with soap?
>
König Preuße, GmbH
ta...@xtra.co.nz wrote:
Well, I haven't PASteled in a while, so, maybe I'll give it
another try. The smudging and blending are kinda fun.
It is exciting to me that some one is so passionate
about their art.
>What're you gonna do about it if I do? Swim over here and wash my
>mouth out with soap?
I won't have to swim "over there" because knowing the mere fact
of my existence leaves such a taste in your mouth that you want
to do that yourself! nyuk-nyuk
Mumthra
wrote:
:But see, SOMEBODY there DID know -- YOU knew.
Well, YEAH, but what if I was UNCONSCIOUS, huh? What THEN?
:Also was the appearance of the laws providential, or did somebody inside
:the store call 'em? "Dang it, Bert, that guy is STILL hangin' around out
:there -- now he's follered that lady from the Giant store, and she's headed
:back with fire in 'er eye. Didja call them dern cops yet?"
I think the McDonald's CREW called the cops on him, but he had time to
cross the Avenue and catch up with me before they caught up with him.
Oh, yeah, and I was at the SAFEWAY store. I always thought that was a
dumb name, anyway. But! But! Beebee is a BAD INFLUENCE with this
stream of consciousness stuff.
Kinda like
kevbob
But! But! I have to tell about a thing that Ahda lahkta DIE reading
it. You know how the Federal OSHA is supposed to be targetting the
Most Dangerous Workplaces in America? Well OSHA brought low one Ohio
Egg Plant with "proposed penalties" of over one million dollars.
Apparently, the workers were unsafely exposed to humongous quantities
of CHICKEN SHIT, except that the news release writers will not
actually WRITE that, so they list things like "ammonia inhalation" and
"slippery walking surfaces" and a need to "enhance personal hygiene."
As far as I know the number one work place cause of death is still
HOMICIDE, but I sure am glad they're going after all that chicken
shit.
König Preuße, GmbH
Birmingham Gremlin wrote:
> On Sat, 23 Jan 1999 02:22:17 GMT, Mumthra <nosp...@radix.net> wrote:
> [snip]
> >But! But! I have to tell about a thing that Ahda lahkta DIE reading
> >it. You know how the Federal OSHA is supposed to be targetting the
> >Most Dangerous Workplaces in America? Well OSHA brought low one Ohio
> >Egg Plant with "proposed penalties" of over one million dollars.
> >
> >Apparently, the workers were unsafely exposed to humongous quantities
> >of CHICKEN SHIT, except that the news release writers will not
> >actually WRITE that, so they list things like "ammonia inhalation" and
> >"slippery walking surfaces" and a need to "enhance personal hygiene."
> >
> >As far as I know the number one work place cause of death is still
> >HOMICIDE, but I sure am glad they're going after all that chicken
> >shit.
>
> When I was doing bioremediation trials (in the UK) I had some very nasty
> stuff to work with:
>
> Abatoir Waste (blood, shit, undescribable bits of meat, stomach linings:
> we were able to break this down very nicely)
>
I guess there are enzyme kits for about anything.
We had some stuff called, "Bio Betty" that was kind of an enveloping
gel. There was on called, "Acid Annie," that reminded me of an old
girl friend. The gel agent for petrol was a popular thing for practical
joksters, and often was added to cars, or even to peoples drinks!
There was a local place that was doing ebola research, and they
ended up hosing it with liquid nitrogen to freeze it, then taking the
entire building away for disposal. Another local place had hantha
virus get loose a couple of times. The monkey lab there had a central
corridor that was entered after showering and suiting up. There were
six monkey rooms on each side of the corridor. After entering any one
room, it was necessary to go to the far end of the corridor and decon,
shower, etc.. Then to enter another monkey room, the same thing.
There was a local lab, Bionetics, that found a sea diatom that eats petrol.
They found the diatom by accident when researching why jet fuel filters
kept clogging up. Tanker ships had been hauling sea water for ballast,
the diatoms would thrive in the petroleum tanks, and their silicaceous
shells would make it all the way through the refining process.
I don't know what's worse in Hazmat handling, chemicals
or biohazards. There was a gold mine clean up that involved
digging a pit and stoking it with coal to burn off cyanide that
contaminated the processing equipment. They were required
to film it with infrared film to document that it was done at the right
temperature. One project was cleaning rail tank cars that had hauled
white phosphorous. There was an old Kodak rocket factory where
the hazardous substance was red fuming nitric acid. One site was
20 tons of TNT that was leaching into the ground water turning it pink.
To me, organic food is a joke, I'll settle for anything non-toxic.
A lot of food has heavy metal content nowadays.
König Preuße, GmbH
Ephesian Cathy wrote:
> König Preuße, GmbH explains it all:
>
> : A lot of food has heavy metal content nowadays.
>
> You just type whatever pops into your head, don't you?
>
Believe me, you don't want me to think about it first.
You bucking for the Darwin Award, or what?
J. Robert Oppenheimer
Union:
>König Preuße, GmbH explains it all:
<hack>
>:Believe me, you don't want me to think about it first.
>
>Why not? You might get to like being right for a change.
>
>:You bucking for the Darwin Award, or what?
>
>When I was working on the Manhattan project we used to put heavy water
>in water balloons and peg Oppenheimer from the tower.
SO IT WAS YOU! After I hand-picked you out of the graduating class at
Princeton and ushered you past all that government security nonsense.
First the crap about Ted Hall and that other nice innocent-looking
Jew-boy spy, whatshisname, that machinist. Now YOU. I feel so, so
USED!
J. Robert Oppenheimer
König Preuße, GmbH
GPO Fanny wrote:
> König Preuße, GmbH explains it all:
>
> :Ephesian Cathy wrote:
>
> :> König Preuße, GmbH explains it all:
> :>
> :> : A lot of food has heavy metal content nowadays.
> :>
> :> You just type whatever pops into your head, don't you?
> :>
>
> :Believe me, you don't want me to think about it first.
>
> Why not? You might get to like being right for a change.
>
> :You bucking for the Darwin Award, or what?
>
> When I was working on the Manhattan project we used to put heavy water
> in water balloons and peg Oppenheimer from the tower.
>
There seems to be something about me that snags on
your consciousness likes a hangnail on a derelict's calloused
hand on a pair of pantyhose behind a car in a poorly lit
parking lot.
König Preuße, GmbH
December Wilkes wrote:
> König Preuße, GmbH explains it all:
>
> : There seems to be something about me that snags on
> :your consciousness likes a hangnail on a derelict's calloused
> :hand on a pair of pantyhose behind a car in a poorly lit
> :parking lot.
>
> January 24-30 is Ridicule A Junkie Week, ain't you heard? It was in the
> Gazette and everything. Next week is Pick On A Primate Week, so Lemure
> better watch his ass.
>
> Now go get yer fuckin shoe shine box!
>
You remind me of Broderick Crawford in a tutu.
König Preuße, GmbH
December Wilkes wrote:
> König Preuße, GmbH explains it all:
>
From "The Blues Brothers"
(it's poiniant!)
"The women! How much for the women!"
"The little girls, how much?"
Joliet Jake & the Crankster Gangsters
König Preuße, GmbH
König Preuße, GmbH wrote:
Come ON!
Five dollah!
Do I hear fi' dollah!
König Preuße, GmbH
Birmingham Gremlin wrote:
> On Mon, 25 Jan 1999, König Preuße, GmbH <bbom...@erols.com> wrote:
> >Birmingham Gremlin wrote:
> >> On Sat, 23 Jan 1999 02:22:17 GMT, Mumthra <nosp...@radix.net> wrote:
> >> [snip stuff about chicken shit and OSHA]
> >> When I was doing bioremediation trials (in the UK) I had some very nasty
> >> stuff to work with:
> >>
> >> Abatoir Waste (blood, shit, undescribable bits of meat, stomach linings:
> >> we were able to break this down very nicely)
> >>
> >
> > I guess there are enzyme kits for about anything.
>
> Nah we took freeze dried bacteria mixed with bran, reconstitued it with a
> buffering solution (we called it a basal salt solution) containing the
> requisit inorganic nutrients, 250 ml of the abatoir waste was added to 50
> mls of bacteria and 200 mls of basal salt mix. We used to grow the
> bacteria in a New Brunswick pilot scale fermentor (50 l total volume) and
> freeze dry it ourseleves, playing with big scientific toys is fun!
>
>
Shit! That's the recipe fer Guiness Stout!
>
>
>
>
> One of the contracts the company we did consultancy for was from Saudi,
> they wanted to use one particular bacterial mix to clear up oil waste
> round where they pumped it out of the ground, the person who went over met
> quite a lot of resitance from the Saudis because they were worried the
> bacteria would clean up the messy sand and then rush down the oil wells
> and eat all their lovely oil!
>
That's a hoot! What happens if the goodies ain'tkept refrigerated? So far, I only
thoyght about not
nuking the oil reserves--
> > I don't know what's worse in Hazmat handling, chemicals
> >or biohazards. There was a gold mine clean up that involved
> >digging a pit and stoking it with coal to burn off cyanide that
> >contaminated the processing equipment. They were required
> >to film it with infrared film to document that it was done at the right
> >temperature. One project was cleaning rail tank cars that had hauled
> >white phosphorous. There was an old Kodak rocket factory where
> >the hazardous substance was red fuming nitric acid. One site was
> >20 tons of TNT that was leaching into the ground water turning it pink.
>
> When I was doing my Ph.D, one of the labs I worked in was next to the
> hospitals catagory 3 containment lab (thats 1 down from space suits) where
> they did all the HIV blood work, the lab where I did my tissue culture
> looked directly into the catagory 3 lab but was (obviously) separated by a
> double plexiglass window, it always seemed that the lowest ranking MLSOs
> ended up working in there. The things that worries me the most is
> radiation, I occasionally use P 32, I have spent (no longer do it) a fair
> amount of time working at a synchrotron, a neutron spallation source and a
> research nuclear reactor. Of course the radiation saftey people will
> always tell you that you have nothing to worry about! Time will tell I
> suppose.
>
Yeah, that's something about the test animals.
We were engineering some new facilities at the
US National Institute fer Health, and outside during breaks,
there were stacks of shiney steel cages that looked like
where some animals used to live. It kinda gave me a certain
feeling, not like I was sorry, but that life's too precious to be
sloppy about.
König Preuße, GmbH
December Wilkes wrote:
> König Preuße, GmbH explains it all:
>
> : There seems to be something about me that snags on
> :your consciousness likes a hangnail on a derelict's calloused
> :hand on a pair of pantyhose behind a car in a poorly lit
> :parking lot.
>
> January 24-30 is Ridicule A Junkie Week, ain't you heard? It was in the
> Gazette and everything. Next week is Pick On A Primate Week, so Lemure
> better watch his ass.
>
> Now go get yer fuckin shoe shine box!
>
Whoa! I just had an idea!
Next week can be:
"Let's Go Dig Through the Burnt Remains
of Your House to Try to Find Charred Parts
of Your Nest of Kin!"
Whaddya say, Jose?
"88"
The Thule Boyz
ta...@xtra.co.nz
"=?iso-8859-1?Q?K=F6nig=20Preu=DFe?=, GmbH" <bbom...@erols.com>
wrote:
>
>
>December Wilkes wrote:
>
>> K=F6nig Preu=DFe, GmbH explains it all:
>>
>> : There seems to be something about me that snags on
>> :your consciousness likes a hangnail on a derelict's calloused
>> :hand on a pair of pantyhose behind a car in a poorly lit
>> :parking lot.
>>
>> January 24-30 is Ridicule A Junkie Week, ain't you heard? It was in the=
>
>> Gazette and everything. Next week is Pick On A Primate Week, so Lemure
>> better watch his ass.
>>
>> Now go get yer fuckin shoe shine box!
>>
>
>You remind me of Broderick Crawford in a tutu.
No, that's Legume. Konig wears furs and swings an axe.
Mumthra
<bbom...@erols.com> wrote:
:> Now go get yer fuckin shoe shine box!
:>
:
:Whoa! I just had an idea!
:
:Next week can be:
:
:"Let's Go Dig Through the Burnt Remains
: of Your House to Try to Find Charred Parts
: of Your Nest of Kin!"
This isn't going to slow him down, Beebee.
But you prolly knew that.
König Preuße, GmbH
Evanston Bauhaus wrote:
> König Preuße, GmbH explains it all:
>
> :We were engineering some new facilities at the
> :US National Institute fer Health, and outside during breaks,
> :there were stacks of shiney steel cages that looked like
> :where some animals used to live. It kinda gave me a certain
> :feeling, not like I was sorry, but that life's too precious to be
> :sloppy about.
>
> Once when I was a judge in the America's Cup we saw some dolphins
> stuck in a net, it was sad.
>
You haven't begun to understand what sad is yet.
I will be your sad instructor. Until I see sad in your eyes.
König Preuße, GmbH
Mumthra wrote:
> On Tue, 26 Jan 1999 00:45:29 -0500, "König Preuße, GmbH"
> <bbom...@erols.com> wrote:
>
> :> Now go get yer fuckin shoe shine box!
> :>
> :
> :Whoa! I just had an idea!
> :
> :Next week can be:
> :
> :"Let's Go Dig Through the Burnt Remains
> : of Your House to Try to Find Charred Parts
> : of Your Nest of Kin!"
>
>
>> This isn't going to slow him down, Beebee.
>>
>> But you prolly knew that.
>>
>
> I am not trying to slow him down.
>
> I predict that his bearings will overheat and lock up
> causing a zen-like moment.
In social psychology class, Ms. Robinson told us
that congruent attitude change is easier to induce
than reversing someone's opinion. So, in praxis,
it is more PRACTICAL to push an opinion to the
point where the S. feels that it has become absurd
and untenable.
Futhermore, the last people that gave me shit
either disappeared or got killed in drive-by shootings.
It's on record, and the cops know it.
The company that I work with is in the book,
"The Cult of Counterterrorism"
I motherfucking AM the "Guys with Guns When You Need Them"
As far as Rev. Jack "slowing down," it is entirely
possible to stop his clock altogether. It will be
fun to watch him flinch when cars drive by as he walks the dog.
It's only firecrackers!
Let's play PsyOps 101
König Preuße, GmbH
Arkansas Madagascar wrote:
> König Preuße, GmbH explains it all:
>
> :You haven't begun to understand what sad is yet.
>
> You sure is a touchy old fart. Wussum madda, didum get hims feewings hurt?
>
> Gonna hide your Metamucil next.
>
> NOW GO GET YOUR FUCKIN SHOE SHINE BOX
>
Let's start with your dog, OK?
Then we'll get to the kids.
Then your old lady.
I'd RILLY like you to watch this.
"88"
You can pretend that nothing is happening...
König Preuße, GmbH
Georgia Tammany wrote:
> König Preuße, GmbH explains it all:
>
> :Let's start with your dog, OK?
>
> You want the dog, you better buy her a drink first, ya freak.
>
As an excersise in creative writing,
what would it take to "put you over the edge?"
Speculative fiction a la Steve King....
Once upon a time.....
König Preuße, GmbH
Birmingham Gremlin wrote:
>
>
> I could never work with animals, the thought of them being experimented on
> makes me feel sad (yes I know medical research requires animals and I
> accept that) so I now genetically engineer plants.
>
> --
> Birmingham Gremlin
> For a good time visit: http://www.xenu.net
You might have some use for:
http://www.corptech.com/CompanyPages/B/10YNSN.cfm
Bionetics
and
Hazelton Laboratories
König Preuße, GmbH
Whippany Jennie wrote:
> König Preuße, GmbH explains it all:
>
> :Georgia Tammany wrote:
>
> :> König Preuße, GmbH explains it all:
> :>
> :> :Let's start with your dog, OK?
> :>
> :> You want the dog, you better buy her a drink first, ya freak.
> :>
>
> : As an excersise in creative writing,
> :what would it take to "put you over the edge?"
>
> I'm pretty touchy about my parakeet. Don't write anything nasty
> about him, please.
>
Which one of you kids do you like best?
(At this point, Tarla want to just swim right over here with her Jew soap!)
Grumpy old men like to put dead fish anywhere, Tarla honey!
Mumthra
<bbom...@erols.com> wrote:
: Which one of you kids do you like best?
it looks like you've been taking
creepy lessons
from kevbob
König Preuße, GmbH
Mumthra wrote:
> On Tue, 26 Jan 1999 13:59:19 -0500, "König Preuße, GmbH"
> <bbom...@erols.com> wrote:
>
> : Which one of you kids do you like best?
>
> it looks like you've been taking
>
> creepy lessons
>
> from kevbob
>
I'm planning on sticking kevbob up Nully's fat ass head first!
König Preuße, GmbH
Whippany Jennie wrote:
> König Preuße, GmbH explains it all:
>
> Once when we were building Hazelton Laboratories, Fat Wally took a dump in
> one of the walls and we bricked it up! Tee hee!
>
> --
>
The Turd of Amontillado!
Playing Poe-bucka, huh?
Jim Vandewalker
<bbom...@erols.com> wrote:
{ Whippany Jennie wrote:
{
{ > König Preuße, GmbH explains it all:
{ >
{ > :Georgia Tammany wrote:
{ >
{ > :> König Preuße, GmbH explains it all:
{ > :>
{ > :> :Let's start with your dog, OK?
{ > :>
{ > :> You want the dog, you better buy her a drink first, ya freak.
{ > :>
{ >
{ > : As an excersise in creative writing,
{ > :what would it take to "put you over the edge?"
{ >
{ > I'm pretty touchy about my parakeet. Don't write anything nasty
{ > about him, please.
{ >
{
{ Which one of you kids do you like best?
{
{ (At this point, Tarla want to just swim right over here with her Jew soap!)
{
{ Grumpy old men like to put dead fish anywhere, Tarla honey!
Man, I don't unnastan NUNNA this. Fer SUM reason Newsguy is dropping all
RevJack's posts (something to do with the way he munges his nym?), so it
LOOKS like Koenig Preusse's arguing with HIMSELF. Maybe he IS. SHEESH.
Jim the Dead Guy
Popess Lilith von Fraumench
<bbom...@erols.com> wrote:
> There seems to be something about me that snags on
> your consciousness likes a hangnail on a derelict's calloused
> hand on a pair of pantyhose behind a car in a poorly lit
> parking lot.
That's the collective "your", correct?
The Prophet Lilith
--
Popess Lilith von Fraumench * http://come.to/p.lil
Hey Seattle SubGenii! Go to http://ssucc.ragnarokr.com
==If reality doesn't make you LAUGH, then TAKE THE GODDAMN CLOWN NOSE OFF!==
Popess Lilith von Fraumench
<bbom...@erols.com> wrote:
> Let's play PsyOps 101
You're going to play PsyOps 101 with RevJack and Mumthra.
I'll pop the popcorn and hand out the Nerf bats.
König Preuße, GmbH
Popess Lilith von Fraumench wrote:
> In article <36ACE1BB...@erols.com>, König Preuße, GmbH
> <bbom...@erols.com> wrote:
>
> > There seems to be something about me that snags on
> > your consciousness likes a hangnail on a derelict's calloused
> > hand on a pair of pantyhose behind a car in a poorly lit
> > parking lot.
>
> That's the collective "your", correct?
>
> The Prophet Lilith
>
I am NOT buying you a new pair of pantyhose,
so just forget about it!
König Preuße, GmbH
gre...@fakedomain.con wrote:
> In article <jimvan-ya0230800...@news.newsguy.com>,
> jim...@gate.net says...
> [snip Gummby et al.]
> >Man, I don't unnastan NUNNA this. Fer SUM reason Newsguy is dropping all
> >RevJack's posts (something to do with the way he munges his nym?), so it
> >LOOKS like Koenig Preusse's arguing with HIMSELF. Maybe he IS. SHEESH.
> >
> >Jim the Dead Guy
> [Sorry if this is in HTML, this is the first time I`ve tried extra.newsguys
> web interface to post. Or kill me.]
>
> Yeah, this has been puzzling me as well, `cause all of Jacks posts can be
> read on the Prodigy server.
>
> --
The butt plug is working!
Popess Lilith von Fraumench
<bbom...@erols.com> wrote:
> I am NOT buying you a new pair of pantyhose,
> so just forget about it!
As if I'd ever WEAR a pair of pantyhose. Crotch rot is even less
pleasant than you.
Neener.
Evanston FDA
:Man, I don't unnastan NUNNA this. Fer SUM reason Newsguy is dropping all
:RevJack's posts (something to do with the way he munges his nym?), so it
:LOOKS like Koenig Preusse's arguing with HIMSELF. Maybe he IS. SHEESH.
Well, that would explain a lot.
Still, it's probably my X-No-Archive header. I turned it off for this one,
let me know if you see this.
--
/~\ Lorinda storage zodiacal obtrusive Mackinaw Hungary Hermann hor
C oo serious pathfind Lyra temperature crew eyesore Cottrell vortex
_( ^) 1 , 0 0 0 , 0 0 0 m o n k e y s c a n ' t b e w r o n g
/___~\ http://3509641275/~revjack 01/26/99 21:09:37 rev...@radix.net
ta...@xtra.co.nz
wrote:
>
>
>Whippany Jennie wrote:
>
>> K=F6nig Preu=DFe, GmbH explains it all:
>>
>> :Georgia Tammany wrote:
>>
>> :> K=F6nig Preu=DFe, GmbH explains it all:
>> :>
>> :> :Let's start with your dog, OK?
>> :>
>> :> You want the dog, you better buy her a drink first, ya freak.
>> :>
>>
>> : As an excersise in creative writing,
>> :what would it take to "put you over the edge?"
>>
>> I'm pretty touchy about my parakeet. Don't write anything nasty
>> about him, please.
>>
>
> Which one of you kids do you like best?
>
>(At this point, Tarla want to just swim right over here with her Jew soap=
>!)
Tarla don' want to swim anywhere. Tarla be basking in the sunshine,
painting pretty pictures and goin' to jazz clubs, Mon. Tarla too
mellow to wash you mouf.
> Grumpy old men like to put dead fish anywhere, Tarla honey!
What they like and what they get away with are two entirely different
things, Konig Honey.
König Preuße, GmbH
ta...@xtra.co.nz wrote:
> Tarla don' want to swim anywhere. Tarla be basking in the sunshine,
> painting pretty pictures and goin' to jazz clubs, Mon.
How long before you fuck that up?
König Preuße, GmbH
Popess Lilith von Fraumench wrote:
> In article <36AE7F1A...@erols.com>, König Preuße, GmbH
> <bbom...@erols.com> wrote:
>
> > I am NOT buying you a new pair of pantyhose,
> > so just forget about it!
>
> As if I'd ever WEAR a pair of pantyhose. Crotch rot is even less
> pleasant than you.
>
> Neener.
>
> The Prophet Lilith
>
Dear Sir or Madam:
I am crotch-rot personified.
However, I find the image of you in a garter belt titillating indeed!
König Preuße, GmbH
Birmingham Gremlin wrote:
> I had installed Red
> Hat Linux 5.2 on this (Compaq Presario 1260 Laptop) but I could not get the
> bastard modem to initialise so had to go back to Wind*ws 98. I am not happy.
> If anybody has any ideas how to get Linux to work with a 56K V.90 laptop
> modem I would be most greatful.
>
The v90 site lists not Linux referents.
However, this may pertain--
"Put your modifications into /etc/rc.d/rc.serial or /etc/rc.d/rc.local so that they are
done at startup. In my /etc/rc.d/rc.local, I set ttyS3 to 115200 bps by doing:
/sbin/setserial /dev/cua3 spd_vhi
"
http://highway.cs.tpu.fi/Serial-HOWTO-10.html
or:
(Joe Harjung has succeeded in configuring the modem
under Win95 and then soft booting into Linux
with the modem still working)
Not knowing what I'm talking about seldom ever slows me down.
König Preuße, GmbH
Birmingham Gremlin wrote:
> On Wed, 27 Jan 1999, König Preuße, GmbH <bbom...@erols.com> wrote:
> >Birmingham Gremlin wrote:
> [snip]
> >The v90 site lists not Linux referents.
> >
> >However, this may pertain--
> >
> >"Put your modifications into /etc/rc.d/rc.serial or /etc/rc.d/rc.local so that they are
> >done at startup. In my /etc/rc.d/rc.local, I set ttyS3 to 115200 bps by doing:
> >
> > /sbin/setserial /dev/cua3 spd_vhi
> >
> >"
> >http://highway.cs.tpu.fi/Serial-HOWTO-10.html
> >
>
> Thanks. I shall give this a go when I have time, the upside though is
> that I can use a SLIP connection through Prodigy to telnet to which ever
> unix box I have jobs running on. Looks like its going to be a toss up
> between "functionality" (i.e Windows is the platform the lab I work in
> uses) or using an operating system I like.
>
> --
Jim Vandewalker
wrote:
>
>Man, I don't unnastan NUNNA this. Fer SUM reason Newsguy is dropping all
>RevJack's posts (something to do with the way he munges his nym?), so it
>LOOKS like Koenig Preusse's arguing with HIMSELF. Maybe he IS. SHEESH.
>
Hrm. DejaNews shows Jack's reply and Newsguy DUZZENT:
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Re: Guys With Guns When You Need Them
Author: Evanston FDA <rev...@radix.net>
Date: 1999/01/27
Forum: alt.foot.fat-free
Posted on: 1999/01/27
Message-ID: <78lsni$mfd$3...@news1.Radix.Net>
Keywords: Hexapodia as the key insight
Organization: Prawn Research Labs
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Popess Lilith von Fraumench
<bbom...@erols.com> wrote:
> I am crotch-rot personified.
I beg to differ--your rot is much higher up the body than that.
> However, I find the image of you in a garter belt titillating indeed!
Why, thank you, ya bastid. Bout time somebody noticed.
Popess Lilith von Fraumench
<jim...@gate.net> wrote:
> Hrm. DejaNews shows Jack's reply and Newsguy DUZZENT:
Newsguy wasn't showing my posts for a while. I suspect Spam Hippo has a
hard time differentiating between spammers and prolific posters. But
that's just a guess.
König Preuße, GmbH
Popess Lilith von Fraumench wrote:
> In article <36AEB6CB...@erols.com>, König Preuße, GmbH
> <bbom...@erols.com> wrote:
>
> > I am crotch-rot personified.
>
> I beg to differ--your rot is much higher up the body than that.
>
> > However, I find the image of you in a garter belt titillating indeed!
>
> Why, thank you, ya bastid. Bout time somebody noticed.
>
>
>
For an ugly chick, you are incredibly vain!
König Preuße, GmbH
Birmingham Gremlin wrote:
> On Tue, 26 Jan 1999, König Preuße, GmbH <bbom...@erols.com> wrote:
> [snip why revjacks posts cant be seen]
> >gre...@fakedomain.con wrote:
> >
> >> In article <jimvan-ya0230800...@news.newsguy.com>,
> >> jim...@gate.net says...
> >> [snip Gummby et al.]
> >> >Man, I don't unnastan NUNNA this. Fer SUM reason Newsguy is dropping all
> >> >RevJack's posts (something to do with the way he munges his nym?), so it
> >> >LOOKS like Koenig Preusse's arguing with HIMSELF. Maybe he IS. SHEESH.
> >> >
> >> >Jim the Dead Guy
> >> [Sorry if this is in HTML, this is the first time I`ve tried extra.newsguys
> >> web interface to post. Or kill me.]
> >> Yeah, this has been puzzling me as well, `cause all of Jacks posts can be
> >> read on the Prodigy server.
> >>
> >> --
> >
> >The butt plug is working!
> >
>
> BUTT WHY CAN'T WE STILL SEE HIM. I mean Mumthras posts come through the same
> server don't they?
> __
> B'ham Gremlin
> Must get a new .sig on t' laptop
> or i could be like kevbob
>
> no, that's creepy
Might be the noceums--
I don't entirely understand sysadmin politics,
but there seem to be several warring factions.
And even a bit of competition between those of the same persuasion.
The sysadmin groups draw spam and assorted flak,
which makes it indeed seem like a game of Whack-a-Mole,
as far as cancellations and message tags.
König Preuße, GmbH
Sibley Cheryl wrote:
> Birmingham Gremlin explains it all:
> :> Might be the noceums--
> :>I don't entirely understand sysadmin politics,
> :>but there seem to be several warring factions.
> :>
> :>And even a bit of competition between those of the same persuasion.
> :>The sysadmin groups draw spam and assorted flak,
> :>which makes it indeed seem like a game of Whack-a-Mole,
> :>as far as cancellations and message tags.
>
> :I suppose the way Jack cycles his name through an Emacs or Perl Script
> :may trigger the cancel bots but my understanding is that newsguy is only
> :aggresively tracking and cancelling forged shit on alt.religion.scientology
> :and other major groups (alt.foot.fat.free is hardly that) (I have a shit
> :load of forges apparently attributed to me through ars).
>
> Nope, yer both wrong.
>
> --
> /~\ Assam windward summertime Sullivan Bourbaki Guelph scimitar Sib
> C oo cohort Allegra phrase precursor arousal Phelps purport Thornton
> _( ^) 1 , 0 0 0 , 0 0 0 m o n k e y s c a n ' t b e w r o n g
>
So sayeth Rev. Yak and the Million Monkey March
Louder, boy, I can't hear you!
the schmoo
>On Thu, 28 Jan 1999, König Preuße, GmbH <bbom...@erols.com> wrote:
>>Sibley Cheryl wrote:
>[snip]
>>> I wrote:
>>> :I suppose the way Jack cycles his name through an Emacs or Perl Script
>>> :may trigger the cancel bots but my understanding is that newsguy is only
>>> :aggresively tracking and cancelling forged shit on alt.religion.scientology
>>> :and other major groups (alt.foot.fat.free is hardly that) (I have a shit
>>> :load of forges apparently attributed to me through ars).
>>>
>>> Nope, yer both wrong.
>
>But I still cannot see your posts through newsguy. So what gives?
newsguy makes a better door than windows?
König Preuße, GmbH
Kelvin Rudolf wrote:
> König Preuße, GmbH explains it all:
>
> : So sayeth Rev. Yak and the Million Monkey March
>
> : Louder, boy, I can't hear you!
>
> Did I hurt your feelings or something?
>
> --
>
Duh! what did I do?
König Preuße, GmbH
WV Josephine wrote:
> König Preuße, GmbH explains it all:
>
> :Kelvin Rudolf wrote:
>
> :> König Preuße, GmbH explains it all:
> :>
> :> : So sayeth Rev. Yak and the Million Monkey March
> :>
> :> : Louder, boy, I can't hear you!
> :>
> :> Did I hurt your feelings or something?
> :>
>
> :Duh! what did I do?
>
> You fell out of my killfile. Happens every 28 days, so I can see if people
> need to go back in. You were in there for consistently quoting entire
> articles only to tack on some lame "Woo hoo" comment, waste of my time,
> nothing personal or anything. Only this time I'm not reading alt.slack any
> more, and you seem to have developed tidier habits over here in Da Foot,
> so I figured I'd let your posts be and see what you're on about, only to
> find to my dismay that you are even more of an imbecile than I had
> previously imagined, following up to everything with a pulse in a rather
> desperate looking attempt to get attention, with frankly embarrassing
> "lookit me" wankage, blind regurgitation of misinformation and an
> appalling grasp of basic grammar, spelling, physics, geography, history
> and civics. So I figured I'd better pop you back in the ol' killfile and
> be done with it, but then I thought, "Nah".
>
> Nothing personal.
>
> --
> /~\ ideology owe hoop Bertrand fertile presentation coinage photogr
> C oo turnout Charley extant nigger proficient Heisenberg eigenvalue
> _( ^) 1 , 0 0 0 , 0 0 0 m o n k e y s c a n ' t b e w r o n g
> /___~\ http://3509641275/~revjack 01/28/99 16:02:50 rev...@radix.net
So, yer gonna stick yer fingers in yer ears,
hold your breath and turn blue!
Splendid!
König Preuße, GmbH
Shulman Knott wrote:
> König Preuße, GmbH explains it all:
>
> : So, yer gonna stick yer fingers in yer ears,
> :hold your breath and turn blue!
>
> : Splendid!
>
> Batting .000 there, Spanky. You didn't read it, did you?
>
> --
>
Hey, you never did answer my question about what it
would take to put you over the edge, although it's fairly predictible.
Let's stay on task.
Demerits for inappropriate behavior. Tsk, tsk.
Jim Vandewalker
wrote:
{ König Preuße, GmbH explains it all:
{
{ :Duh! what did I do?
{
{ You fell out of my killfile.
<snippage>
{ So I figured I'd better pop you back in the ol' killfile and
{ be done with it, but then I thought, "Nah".
{
{ Nothing personal.
Ah. THAT one got through. I guess because it wasn't anything personal.
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Jim the Dead Guy