Coral: It May Not Move Fast, But It's A Deadly Predator.
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I thought we wuz its worst enemy and wuz wipin' it out and
so forth.
What's up with coral?
-- Bill Cleere
"I prefer the pleasure of writing bits of nonsense to that of
wearing an embroidered coat which costs 800 francs." (Stendahl)
Probably just as well, considering.
> What's up with coral?
It's an evil psycho killer, man. I watched these two corals having a
fight and they were just frantically digesting each other alive. Man, that
stuff scares me now!
Help me understand this by means of a hypothetical question:
If coral and a deranged weasel had a fight, who would win?
Since some corals have poisons and sharp edges, my vote is on the coral.
The deranged weasel may drown before it knows it's under attack.
-georg
> Help me understand this by means of a hypothetical question:
> If coral and a deranged weasel had a fight, who would win?
Surrealism would win.
Indeed tendrils of a sort of wafting smoke from the burning corpse of Breton
crack causes "movies" to be "played" that can be "clicked" with the
"mouse"and "guided" to "light up" the "innards" of "containers" that may
have unlwafully "interrogated" certain "data" streams.
(This post saved 20,000,000 people in China)
Would not.
You disremember that Surrealism couldn't even cut the mustard
against a starvation-weakened Dada side:
From: Bill Cleere (acl...@best.com)
Subject: Dada 39, Surrealists 37
Newsgroups: alt.pouting.sandwich, alt.surrealism
Date: 1998/12/08
PARIS, December 8 (Reuters) A marvelous diving save by
Dada goaltender Jacques Tati preserved a come-from-behind
39-37 win by the host team over the Surrealists today in
the Year 2000 Bug Bowl at Parc-des-Princes.
The game was a see-saw affair from the opening toilet-
flush as a succession of pitchers for both teams was
rocked by accurate shooting and pinpoint volleys.
Francis Picabia opened the scoring in the second
trimester with a perfectly timed hurl off a one-touch
pass from Casper Hauser, after Hauser stole the puck
from a mortally wounded Lucien Sorel. In accordance
with the controversial new "Rule of Threes", Sorel
was left on the field, to be trampled for the
remainder of the game as he continued to protest
his infatuation, and lament the plight of the
creative soul ground down by the bourgeoisie.
After a brief interruption of play, caused by Dada
fans protesting the high price of gasoline for their
Molotov cocktails, Gianni Versace's string of
shutout innings was broken by a 73-meter touchdown
pass from Clarence "Pants" Rowland to Kenny Tzara
freaking down the sidelines ahead of two
defenders and a crowd of machete-wielding Surrealists
who, unable to prevent the score, turned instead on
coach Antoni Gaudi, decaptitating him as Guadi
attempted to add an element of chance to the Dada
cheerleaders' human pyramid.
The Surrealists added to their lead after eighthtime
on home runs by Mack "Truck" Ernst, Sylvester Dolly,
and The Cornerback Formerly Known as "Manifesto",
but their lead again was short-lived. In the
bottom of the night, with center fullbacks at
first and first-and-a-half, striker Joan Miro threw
a symbolball which Andre Breton, Jr., promptly fired
to the top shelf, beating Jean Cocteau like a rented
goalie. It was Breton's seventieth ace of the tour,
a new record for the Artists', Poets' and Pederasts'
League (Northern Division).
Asked about the decision to pitch to Breton,
Surrealist manager Guillaume Apollinaire whispered,
"Tristesse, simplement la tristesse," while
longstop Odilon Redon was heard to mutter, "Merde,
next it will be said that a fly ball was dropped
because the moon was in someone's eyes!"
The game was halted three minutes into extra time
as fans of both sides stormed the field, urinating
and impaling themselves on the goalposts. Police
and guards, instructed not to interfere with
spontaneous manifestations, contented themselves
with beating up the dead.
-30-
OK, OK, too easy.
Say the weasel is only slightly out of sorts, and suffering
from a vague sense of ennui, but otherwise is in more or
less top form.
What then?
Well, then, compeeters have some use after all, in a manner
of speaking, depending on what sort of fate these people
were saved from.
Was there one of those of crappily-built dams they have
there that was in danger of collapse, on account of all
the Surrealist bitstreams which were flowing into the
reservoir behind it, and threatening to inundate a medium-
sized village of 20 million inhabitants, causing Superman to
have to fly backwards around the earth?
Or was the sudden loose-letting of the dammed-up
passion of movie-watching in Afghanistan creating such a
tremor in the earth as to make the Chinese think that all
the Chinese in China were jumping up and down at the
same time, so much so that some twenty millions of them
or thereabouts were taken with a fit to not only get the hell
out of there before the ground caved in but also to rush
pell-mell on over into Afgayistan (so-called by some Afghanz
because the place is going so fast in the opposite direction
that who knows where it will end up, and they're just trying
to stay ahead of the curve) to catch the latest flix?
Mmmmm....I have no idea what I just wrote, but I do know
that these dried Breton stems I'm smokin' are a *motherfucker*!
I dont know.
I am lost for the context now, but I will dig it up off my old machine.I
think it was in some sort of religious hobknobbing of some sort.
Wait, I mean yes.
> Mmmmm....I have no idea what I just wrote, but I do know
> that these dried Breton stems I'm smokin' are a *motherfucker*!
>
Try the flowers.I think you have to stick them in your eye or something to
get the real shebang.
Nasty sort of business, if it is true, anyway.
The weasel would break a nail and retreat before being poisoned. Draw.
-georg
Sigh. One wishes one could've been there.
Sorry. I had tried to keep the thing context-free, but you know
how that sort of thing has a way of creeping in irregardless.
It's difficult to concentrate when you're writing about the
Chinese in any great numbers, which seems to be the only
size they come in anyway. It's all those teeming masses --
baseball teams, football teams, there's no end of it.
> > Mmmmm....I have no idea what I just wrote, but I do know
> > that these dried Breton stems I'm smokin' are a *motherfucker*!
> >
>
> Try the flowers.I think you have to stick them in your eye or something to
> get the real shebang.
That would make me look properly like some sort of Surrealist
painting, so I think that's correct.
I don't know that I'll do it, but it's correct.
> Nasty sort of business, if it is true, anyway.
It's not what true that matters, but what's interesting.
The weasel would pretend to break a nail to lure the coral into a
fall sense of security.
Then the weasel would paralyze the coral with its Hypno-Stare.
Weasel in three.
And those were only the highlights. The full box score took up
an entire issue of Le Canard Enchaine.
A problem that could be easily solved by the application of a little
miniature weasel-sized diving suit. Weasels are known for their cunning,
are they not, and so I feel confident that the weasel would have taken all
suitable precautions in pre-match preparations.
They do have a bad tendency to become complacent, though, which
is why I'm still counting on the weasel's letting down once it has a
goodish lead, thus allowing a stunning comeback by the coral.
Plus weasels are devilishly fond of spandex and often can't resist
chewing through their diving gear.
GOOD WORK GOONERS TODAY!
True, about the complacency, but given the sheer amount of foresight and
preparation that the weasel put into its plans, I feel a little
self-congratulatory pat on the back is in order. After all, the weasel has
already reported the coral to the FBI's anonymous narc-on-a-terrorist
hotline. So in order to win the battle it really has very little left to do
other than stand there and gloat over the smouldering chunks of rubble that
once were a coral. And perhaps admire its lovely spandex scuba suit in the
mirror.
>GOOD WORK GOONERS TODAY!
ugh, football. yuk.
OK....then......let's see......what if........
What if God and Superman had a fight? Who would win?
> >GOOD WORK GOONERS TODAY!
>
> ugh, football. yuk.
Sorry. I had one eye on the cleavage of the newsreader on Sky Sports
News and couldn't help noticing the scoreline.
Depends. Which one has the weasel on their side ?
>> >GOOD WORK GOONERS TODAY!
My spell checker keeps wanting to change this team's name into "GONERS".
Does it know something that we don't ? I might ask it to do the pools for
me next week.
>>
>> ugh, football. yuk.
>
>Sorry. I had one eye on the cleavage of the newsreader on Sky Sports
>News and couldn't help noticing the scoreline.
Heh, you *say* you were just looking at the tits, but I can tell you were
sneaking crafty peeks at the football really!
I dont think they wd fight but ruther put they dukes up & circle a
couple times & go aw the hell with it & have a cold one together at the
6finger & discuss ancient gardening....
However, I do think Light vs. Space wd be a good tussle.
r...@earthlink.net wrote:
I thought we just had a sinclating conversation about light
gaging and changing speed when it encounterted stuff in the vacum of space
like atmosphere and raddish gas an stuff....
And whss up wit ancient gardening annyway ?
Most of it is yesterdays old news.
Everyone who watches A&E have heard mr. Spock explain how the Ancient
Egyptans had the fertile nile delta and were surrounded by hostile dessert and the Hixos . So what did
they choose to do with this Fertile crescent ?
They grew garlic and hops for beer..
Sounds no better than The american Pizza and beer fridays........!
At least we got tv's . All they ever got was really big grave markers.
Hell, even thier books were all old and out dated . All the new ones were mostly copies of Greek ones.
In fact hey were so bad that the Romans spent years burning them to heat the public baths in Alexanderia.
A few plays and novels survived , but that was only because they were meant to be used as toliet paper and
were stashed away..
At least they could have been like the Spanish in Mexico and saved a few of them
cause they looked like the Sunday commics.....
ho humm...
I think i will have to sell some Indian Minnatures this month to pay for the school
property taxes on my house or else they will take it away.
Tell me again why teachers are paid so little......And while you are at it, please tell me
how to make $525. a month pay for food electricticy, *and* the George Bush company's gasoline and heating
oil...
Nutz.....I thought Light and Space were like two manifestations of
the same basic phenomenon. But they're not, are they, else how
could they fight? So it must not be Light - Energy = Space I'm
thinking of, but something else I'm not thinking of, which is no use
at all.
Fuck....I actuarily thought I'd for once retained some bit of
modern physics, and now I find that I don't know what I've
been talking about.
Oh.....Stop presses.....Word flies 'round the chanceries of
Europe.....Cleere knoweth not of what he talketh, again.
Balls
Put your little all on 'em to lose their next five matches. They've
had their fun and won't want to make winning a habit. Not for
a measly couple of trillion quid a week, anyway.
> >> ugh, football. yuk.
> >
> >Sorry. I had one eye on the cleavage of the newsreader on Sky Sports
> >News and couldn't help noticing the scoreline.
>
> Heh, you *say* you were just looking at the tits, but I can tell you were
> sneaking crafty peeks at the football really!
Not when Kelly Dalgliesh is on, I don't.
You are the master/mistress of Serendipity.
A Jewish friend of mine is getting on my nerves, sending me all this
pro-Israeli propaganda, and I was trying to find something to annoy
her with. When I saw Supermensch, I said to myself, "Oy, like a
chom this vill voik!"
Maybe I should introduce myself; I'm Dean Humphries and life is much
easier now that I don't use my real name on my posts.
Some people don't play nice.
> A Jewish friend of mine is getting on my nerves, sending me all this
> pro-Israeli propaganda, and I was trying to find something to annoy
> her with. When I saw Supermensch, I said to myself, "Oy, like a
> chom this vill voik!"
Tell her that you just can't get a good seedless rye in Israel.
That should fix her wagon, but good.
Pleeztameetcha.
I always place nice.
> > A Jewish friend of mine is getting on my nerves, sending me all this
> > pro-Israeli propaganda, and I was trying to find something to annoy
> > her with. When I saw Supermensch, I said to myself, "Oy, like a
> > chom this vill voik!"
>
> Tell her that you just can't get a good seedless rye in Israel.
>
> That should fix her wagon, but good.
Wouldn't faze her, on account of she lives in Fort Smith, Arkansas,
and you can't get good Jewish anything there.
Bill Cleere wrote:
> "ą" <h0plib...@WHATISSPAMhotmail.com> wrote in message news:3C075DA8...@WHATISSPAMhotmail.com...
Oy Vey....
yada, yada, yadda
I sincerely believe in the principals that the founders of the alt*
hierarchy had in mind when they created it.
At times, I like to test those principals and some people have gone to
extreme lengths to *protect* *their* newsgroups, going as far to contact
my employers and have alt.snuh removed from UseNet providers, among
other things.
I fully understand that the US Constitution protects free speech, but
UseNet isn't a citizen of the US - one can post whatever they want to
UseNet, but I've had some providers filter me out based on my email addy
(calling offtopic posts *spam* and lumping me with *Cheap Viagra* posts)
and my good friends at alt.folkore.urban cancel almost every post I've
made there since last March.
Matt Groening once said, "part of the fun of being alive is knowing that
you're annoying the hell out
of someone else", it never ceases to amaze the mundane things that
people will fight to the death about.
If they'd spend that time with their families they'd be using it more
wisely and appropriately.
> > > A Jewish friend of mine is getting on my nerves, sending me all this
> > > pro-Israeli propaganda, and I was trying to find something to annoy
> > > her with. When I saw Supermensch, I said to myself, "Oy, like a
> > > chom this vill voik!"
> >
> > Tell her that you just can't get a good seedless rye in Israel.
> >
> > That should fix her wagon, but good.
>
> Wouldn't faze her, on account of she lives in Fort Smith, Arkansas,
> and you can't get good Jewish anything there.
Aren't Jews considered Devil worshipers there?