Snow FantasyAnd now, back to the show:
JW83...@miamiu.bitnet
sunglasses hanging around his neck. He is suddenly shy abouttrying
to share this experience through writing: he doesn't often show his
writing to others.
Then he grins again, producing a quarter. In one corner of the bar
appears a hyper-intelligent, pan-galactic jukebox. The quarter sails
through the air and into the box, which gulps it down with a deep
sigh of pleasure. "Mood music!" Sundog grins, then throws open the
door:
Snow blasts in, driven by fierce winds. The patrons of Callahans
suddenly find themselves on the side of a mountain. Sunlight shatters
off of crisp white snow and gleams eerily through blue-green ice. The
wind blows snowflakes all about them, as the song "Ride the Wind" by
Poisen is also blown around them.
"Ride the wind, never comin back until I touch the midnight sun"
With a shout of laughter and joy, Sundog leads the way down the
mountain. The snow is solid and easy to glide on, the skis cut across
it with ease as he leans into the wind, gulping in the cold air. The
wind dances along with him as he makes easy traverses along the broad
slope. Pine trees seem black against the whiteness and are bowed under
cloaks of snow.
Suddenly the slope changes, becoming filled with moguls. The dozens
of little hills cause sudden turns and spins, leg muscles pumping all
the way through. Other skiers leap off the top of the moguls, spinning
and twisting through their jumps. Beyond the moguls gleams a sheet
of ice that is almost vertical.
Teeth bared and heart beating wildly, Sundog attacks the challenge,
edges biting deep into the ice. Tiny chips of ice fly into the air,
sparking tiny bits of white fire amidst the snow, as the skis chatter
loudly.
Now into the trees: the snow is deep and soft, as Sundog ducks and
dodges between stark black trunks, slapping branches out of the way.
The trees end, and suddenly he is flying off of a small cliff, soaring
free with the wind and the snow, shouting with pure joy at the
sensation.
He lands in an burst of soft powder snow, buried momentarily to
his waist. Then he is moving again through this gentle field that
hasen't been skied by anyone else. The feather light snow boils about
his knees as he glides through the snow that is so light, it feels like
he is skiing on pure air.
Then the powder ends, and the entire group goes tearing down a
groomed run, cutting and running alongside each other, laughing and
cheering each other on. Sundog spins around on his skis so he is
skiing backwards, looking up at the rest of the group. "Now we try
somthing a little different!" he cries out, making a grand sweeping
gesture.
Suddenly their gear changes from alpine to nordic, and Sundog
leads them in a cross-country trek through the woods. It is so
incredibly quiet, away from the entire rest of the world, that you
actually hear the snowfall hitting the ground. Breathing evenly,
legs and arms working with smooth precision, Sundog leads everyone
towards a clearing in the woods, where burns a bonfire, and other
skiers are dancing and pouring cider from big jugs.
The Snow Fantasy ends here:
Sundog stands in the middle of the place, a joyous smile on his
face, his body quivering with energy and the desire to ski and be
out in the cold weather. Then he exhales deeply and smiles out at
everybody. "I hope ya'll liked that. The experience of skiing is
so amazing, that if I could live in a place where I could ski year
'round and enjoy the cold weather, I'd leap at the chance!"
As he moves to the bar, he continues: "Like I said, enjoy what
you wish. I just wanted to try and show everybody why cold weather
is so enjoyable." He settles in at the bar. "Now I have to go
back to muggy ol' Ohio. Ah well. At least my apartment has a
very efficient air conditioner!"
Sundog
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If all the truths are lies/Stories of riders in the sky
Only the bravest try/Where eagles and angels dare to fly
Ride the wind Poisen
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Sea Wasp
The Wasp reponds first to StM's comments:
"Well, if your aversion to clothing is that high, okay. But
to be comfortable in literally freezing weather sounds inhuman to me.
Is your normal body temperature 55 or something???"
He then watches Snowdog... er, Sundog's skiing (well, both
names ARE from Rush, eh?), surrounded by a nice warm force shield.
"I love skiiing. Especially downhill. But I'd like it even
better if they'd make 70-80 degree nonmelting snow. Then I
could ski in comfortable surroundings."
Sea Wasp
/^\
;;;
Speaker-to-Minerals
StMN, watching from the top of the slope, disappears momentarily. He
reappears carrying a sled (No, it's not "Rosebud"). Shouting "ALRIGHT! THE
TRAIL'S BEEN BROKEN," he takes off at a run and, throwing himself and the sled
downhill, begins following the skiers after a creditable belly-flop.
> Suddenly their gear changes from alpine to nordic, and Sundog
>leads them in a cross-country trek through the woods. It is so
>incredibly quiet, away from the entire rest of the world, that you
>actually hear the snowfall hitting the ground. Breathing evenly,
>legs and arms working with smooth precision, Sundog leads everyone
>towards a clearing in the woods, where burns a bonfire, and other
>skiers are dancing and pouring cider from big jugs.
StM follows, dragging his sled behind him and muttering, "It started out
downhill, why couldn't it STAY downhill?"
>The Snow Fantasy ends here:
> Sundog stands in the middle of the place, a joyous smile on his
>face, his body quivering with energy and the desire to ski and be
>out in the cold weather. Then he exhales deeply and smiles out at
>everybody. "I hope ya'll liked that. The experience of skiing is
>so amazing, that if I could live in a place where I could ski year
>'round and enjoy the cold weather, I'd leap at the chance!"
StM adds, "If the slope's worth skiing, it's worth sledding (unless the owners
or the slope prohibit sledding :-(. The only time in my life I ever seriously
injured myself was when I was sledding. That big chunk of concrete looked like
it was just more snow :-(. Then, after I'd broken my collar bone on it, my
!#@$$^%#$% sister had to tell my parents I was hurt :-(! That was the only
time in my life I got mad at her for being a tattle-tale! I think my anger at
my sister may have had some influence on my doctor's decision to use a plaster
cast instead of the normal elastic bandage for a broken collar bone :-)
> As he moves to the bar, he continues: "Like I said, enjoy what
>you wish. I just wanted to try and show everybody why cold weather
>is so enjoyable." He settles in at the bar. "Now I have to go
>back to muggy ol' Ohio. Ah well. At least my apartment has a
>very efficient air conditioner!"
StM looks confused. "But.... But.... Isn't weather below 50 degrees Fahrenheit
enjoyable for itself, never mind things like skiing and sledding?"
Speaker-to-Minerals
>
> The Wasp reponds first to StM's comments:
>
> "Well, if your aversion to clothing is that high, okay. But
>to be comfortable in literally freezing weather sounds inhuman to me.
>Is your normal body temperature 55 or something???"
StM responds, "Actually, in my opinion, someone with a bit of dyslexia
originally wrote down the number for normal body temperature. That would
explain why my temperature is normally somewhere around 96.8 degrees
Fahrenheit. I'm serious. If, when I wake up, my temperature is above 96.0, it
means I've got a fever. If it ever goes above 98.0, I'm sick. Call me
cold-blooded if you will. Actually, I think my unusual tolerance for cold
temperatures might be somehow related to my diabetes."
Barbara Trumpinski
>StMN, watching from the top of the slope, disappears momentarily. He
>reappears carrying a sled (No, it's not "Rosebud"). Shouting "ALRIGHT! THE
>TRAIL'S BEEN BROKEN," he takes off at a run and, throwing himself and the sled
>downhill, begins following the skiers after a creditable belly-flop.
>> Suddenly their gear changes from alpine to nordic, and Sundog
>>leads them in a cross-country trek through the woods. It is so
>>incredibly quiet, away from the entire rest of the world, that you
>>actually hear the snowfall hitting the ground. Breathing evenly,
>>legs and arms working with smooth precision, Sundog leads everyone
>>towards a clearing in the woods, where burns a bonfire, and other
>>skiers are dancing and pouring cider from big jugs.
>StM follows, dragging his sled behind him and muttering, "It started out
>downhill, why couldn't it STAY downhill?"
>StM adds, "If the slope's worth skiing, it's worth sledding (unless the owners
>or the slope prohibit sledding :-(. The only time in my life I ever seriously
>injured myself was when I was sledding. That big chunk of concrete looked like
>it was just more snow :-(. Then, after I'd broken my collar bone on it, my
>!#@$$^%#$% sister had to tell my parents I was hurt :-(! That was the only
>time in my life I got mad at her for being a tattle-tale! I think my anger at
>my sister may have had some influence on my doctor's decision to use a plaster
>cast instead of the normal elastic bandage for a broken collar bone :-)
>> As he moves to the bar, he continues: "Like I said, enjoy what
>>you wish. I just wanted to try and show everybody why cold weather
>>is so enjoyable." He settles in at the bar. "Now I have to go
>>back to muggy ol' Ohio. Ah well. At least my apartment has a
>>very efficient air conditioner!"
>StM looks confused. "But.... But.... Isn't weather below 50 degrees Fahrenheit
>enjoyable for itself, never mind things like skiing and sledding?"
"dear speaker....no offense...but you are loony..." kitten grins and
offers him a hug...to show she is teasing....
"cold it okay up to a point...even snow (I HATE ICE...the only good
ice is in small enough cubes to fit into a pepsi glass) but if it is
cold enough to freeze exposed skin it is too cold...i won't even tell
you about the year my pipes froze on christmas day...it was well below
0 and not only did i have no water...i had no heat (steam radiator)
that was how i ended up moving in with t.c. in fact...i had promised
to cook dinner for him since we were both alone that christmas....we
just moved every thing from my place to his...we had only known each
other a month...and we have been together ever since--well, i didn't
officially move till january...the was when the pipes that had frozen
broke and flooded my bedroom....
the only think i want to do when it gets cold is take my poor
frostbitten fingers and keep them inside...cuddled up to somebody with
massive body heat...."
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conan the librarian a.k.a. kitten /\ /\ barbara ann
"my life's a soap opera, isn't yours?" {=.=}
~ trum...@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu
"perhaps _any_ universe becomes real in proportion
to the number of people who believe in it and spend time there." s. robinson
Barbara Trumpinski
>>
>> The Wasp reponds first to StM's comments:
>>
>> "Well, if your aversion to clothing is that high, okay. But
>>to be comfortable in literally freezing weather sounds inhuman to me.
>>Is your normal body temperature 55 or something???"
>StM responds, "Actually, in my opinion, someone with a bit of dyslexia
>originally wrote down the number for normal body temperature. That would
>explain why my temperature is normally somewhere around 96.8 degrees
>Fahrenheit. I'm serious. If, when I wake up, my temperature is above 96.0, it
>means I've got a fever. If it ever goes above 98.0, I'm sick. Call me
>cold-blooded if you will. Actually, I think my unusual tolerance for cold
>temperatures might be somehow related to my diabetes."
"i don't know..." says kitten "my natural body temp is below
97.5....and i have NO tolerence for cold...and no diabetes--and they
haven't addmitted to the hypoglycemia yet...but i am reading up on the
subject...
i think you are just weird :)....(so are sundog, toothpick and
archteryx....so you are in good company....)"
Barbara Trumpinski
kitten says:
>>
>>"cold it okay up to a point...even snow (I HATE ICE...the only good
>>ice is in small enough cubes to fit into a pepsi glass) but if it is
>>cold enough to freeze exposed skin it is too cold...i won't even tell
>>you about the year my pipes froze on christmas day...it was well below
>>0 and not only did i have no water...i had no heat (steam radiator)
>>that was how i ended up moving in with t.c. in fact...i had promised
>>to cook dinner for him since we were both alone that christmas....we
>>just moved every thing from my place to his...we had only known each
>>other a month...and we have been together ever since--well, i didn't
>>officially move till january...the was when the pipes that had frozen
>>broke and flooded my bedroom....
>The Didi-Sprite looks up from washing off the paw that Ramda got
>caught in the honey-pot (he may be no Winnie-the-Pooh, but he knows
>what's sweet!), and smiles: "There are some who say that there is
>no such thing as coincidence, Kitkat! Your frozen pipes might be
>construed as fortunate happenstance."
>>the only think i want to do when it gets cold is take my poor
>>frostbitten fingers and keep them inside...cuddled up to somebody with
>>massive body heat...."
>>
>"Ummmhmmm! Most often that someone comes with the name tag: TC!"
>And the -Sprite pats Ramda on his fanny and sends him on his way
>with a giggle.
"it's cosmic karma....! }:)....
that is a good point didi...even if he has warped taste in t.v. (still
watching the outer limits marathon) t.c. is warm..."
kitten smiles....
The Didi-Sprite
[Speaker says ... ]
>>> As he moves to the bar, he continues: "Like I said, enjoy what
>>>you wish. I just wanted to try and show everybody why cold weather
>>>is so enjoyable." He settles in at the bar. "Now I have to go
>>>back to muggy ol' Ohio. Ah well. At least my apartment has a
>>>very efficient air conditioner!"
>
>>StM looks confused. "But.... But.... Isn't weather below 50 degrees Fahrenheit
>>enjoyable for itself, never mind things like skiing and sledding?"
>
[Kitten follows with ... ]
>"dear speaker....no offense...but you are loony..." kitten grins and
>offers him a hug...to show she is teasing....
>
>"cold it okay up to a point...even snow (I HATE ICE...the only good
>ice is in small enough cubes to fit into a pepsi glass) but if it is
>cold enough to freeze exposed skin it is too cold...i won't even tell
>you about the year my pipes froze on christmas day...it was well below
>0 and not only did i have no water...i had no heat (steam radiator)
>that was how i ended up moving in with t.c. in fact...i had promised
>to cook dinner for him since we were both alone that christmas....we
>just moved every thing from my place to his...we had only known each
>other a month...and we have been together ever since--well, i didn't
>officially move till january...the was when the pipes that had frozen
>broke and flooded my bedroom....
The Didi-Sprite looks up from washing off the paw that Ramda got
caught in the honey-pot (he may be no Winnie-the-Pooh, but he knows
what's sweet!), and smiles: "There are some who say that there is
no such thing as coincidence, Kitkat! Your frozen pipes might be
construed as fortunate happenstance."
>the only think i want to do when it gets cold is take my poor
>frostbitten fingers and keep them inside...cuddled up to somebody with
>massive body heat...."
>
"Ummmhmmm! Most often that someone comes with the name tag: TC!"
And the -Sprite pats Ramda on his fanny and sends him on his way
with a giggle.
----<--<@
The Didi-Sprite
Montreal * Canada
Speaker-to-Minerals
>>StM responds, "Actually, in my opinion, someone with a bit of dyslexia
>>originally wrote down the number for normal body temperature. That would
>>explain why my temperature is normally somewhere around 96.8 degrees
>>Fahrenheit. I'm serious. If, when I wake up, my temperature is above 96.0, it
>>means I've got a fever. If it ever goes above 98.0, I'm sick. Call me
>>cold-blooded if you will. Actually, I think my unusual tolerance for cold
>>temperatures might be somehow related to my diabetes."
>
>"i don't know..." says kitten "my natural body temp is below
>97.5....and i have NO tolerence for cold...and no diabetes--and they
>haven't addmitted to the hypoglycemia yet...but i am reading up on the
>subject...
>
>i think you are just weird :)
I thought that was obvious.
Barbara Trumpinski
kitten:
>>
>>"i don't know..." says kitten "my natural body temp is below
>>97.5....and i have NO tolerence for cold...and no diabetes--and they
>>haven't addmitted to the hypoglycemia yet...but i am reading up on the
>>subject...
>>
>>i think you are just weird :)
StM:
>I thought that was obvious.
kitten: "yes, but i hated to pass up the chance for a compliment...."
Speaker-to-Minerals
>>>"i don't know..." says kitten "my natural body temp is below
>>>97.5....and i have NO tolerence for cold...and no diabetes--and they
>>>haven't addmitted to the hypoglycemia yet...but i am reading up on the
>>>subject...
>>>
>>>i think you are just weird :)
>
>StM:
>
>>I thought that was obvious.
>
>kitten: "yes, but i hated to pass up the chance for a compliment...."
Compliment gratefully accepted. May I buy you a drink? I recommend dark
Bacardi and diet Coke.
Abner J. Mintz
>or the slope prohibit sledding :-(. The only time in my life I ever seriously
>injured myself was when I was sledding. That big chunk of concrete looked like
>it was just more snow :-(. Then, after I'd broken my collar bone on it, my
>!#@$$^%#$% sister had to tell my parents I was hurt :-(! That was the only
>time in my life I got mad at her for being a tattle-tale! I think my anger at
>my sister may have had some influence on my doctor's decision to use a plaster
>cast instead of the normal elastic bandage for a broken collar bone :-)
I broke my arm playing soccer many years ago ... when I got home, my little
brother was all excited. "Oh, neat! Can I have one too?"
Believe me, I was tempted ...
=8)
Ruth M. Koch
>offers him a hug...to show she is teasing....
>
>"cold it okay up to a point...even snow (I HATE ICE...the only good
>ice is in small enough cubes to fit into a pepsi glass)
Hooray! Someone else who isn't afraid to admit to drinking
pepsi, and doesn't use coke as a generic word for cola.
(BTW, kitten sorry about the pipes, glad you hooked up with
TC because of it. See, cold weather has it's uses. )
Nathan.
Barbara Trumpinski
>>>>"i don't know..." says kitten "my natural body temp is below
>>>>97.5....and i have NO tolerence for cold...and no diabetes--and they
>>>>haven't addmitted to the hypoglycemia yet...but i am reading up on the
>>>>subject...
>>>>
>>>>i think you are just weird :)
>>
>>StM:
>>
>>>I thought that was obvious.
>>
>>kitten: "yes, but i hated to pass up the chance for a compliment...."
>Compliment gratefully accepted. May I buy you a drink? I recommend dark
>Bacardi and diet Coke.
"thank you, speaker....but only if you change the coke(tm) to diet
pepsi (tm)....(i am part of the uh-huh generation...:) )"
Barbara Trumpinski
>>"dear speaker....no offense...but you are loony..." kitten grins and
>>offers him a hug...to show she is teasing....
>>
>>"cold it okay up to a point...even snow (I HATE ICE...the only good
>>ice is in small enough cubes to fit into a pepsi glass)
> ^^^^^^^^^^^^
nathan:
> Hooray! Someone else who isn't afraid to admit to drinking
> pepsi, and doesn't use coke as a generic word for cola.
> (BTW, kitten sorry about the pipes, glad you hooked up with
> TC because of it. See, cold weather has it's uses. )
"thanks nathan....yes...i prefer (diet) pepsi....but i can drink diet
cherry coke...i have never been fond of "southern champagne" (RC)
however..."
kitten offers to let nathan sip from her pepsi and bacardi...
"yeah...t.c. just got lucky....:)
of course, that is only the story of how we ended up living
together...the story of how we met is great too...."
kitten sits back and waits for somebody to say...."kitten, tell us a story..."
Chip Olson
>of course, that is only the story of how we ended up living
>together...the story of how we met is great too...."
>
>kitten sits back and waits for somebody to say...."kitten, tell us a story..."
Castellan plops himself down on the floor by Kitten's chair, turns around to
face the other patrons and says, "Ok everyone, 1, 2, 3, KITTEN, TELL US A
STORY!"
--
-Chip Olson. | c...@silver.lcs.mit.edu | c...@gnu.ai.mit.edu
"PROUD SPONSORS OF THOSE WHO CARRY THE TORCH" -banner on US Post Office
across from burned-out block of stores in south-central LA.
The Didi-Sprite
[ ]
>> (BTW, kitten sorry about the pipes, glad you hooked up with
>> TC because of it. See, cold weather has it's uses. )
>
>
>"thanks nathan....yes...i prefer (diet) pepsi....but i can drink diet
>cherry coke...i have never been fond of "southern champagne" (RC)
>however..."
>
>kitten offers to let nathan sip from her pepsi and bacardi...
>
>"yeah...t.c. just got lucky....:)
>
>of course, that is only the story of how we ended up living
>together...the story of how we met is great too...."
>
>kitten sits back and waits for somebody to say...."kitten, tell us a story..."
>
The Didi-Sprite whispers something in Ramda's ear. The Teddy Bear then
waddles over to Kitten, looks back hesitantly at his -Sprite who gives
him an encouraging nod, then clears his throat ... "Ahem" ... before
saying: "I am just a roly-poly-teddy-bear but I love stories!"
TJ
trum...@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski) writes:
>
>
>>>"dear speaker....no offense...but you are loony..." kitten grins and
>>>offers him a hug...to show she is teasing....
>>>
>>>"cold it okay up to a point...even snow (I HATE ICE...the only good
>>>ice is in small enough cubes to fit into a pepsi glass)
>> ^^^^^^^^^^^^
>
>nathan:
>
>> Hooray! Someone else who isn't afraid to admit to drinking
>> pepsi, and doesn't use coke as a generic word for cola.
>
>> TC because of it. See, cold weather has it's uses. )
>
>
>"thanks nathan....yes...i prefer (diet) pepsi....but i can drink diet
>cherry coke...i have never been fond of "southern champagne" (RC)
>however..."
>
>kitten offers to let nathan sip from her pepsi and bacardi...
>
>"yeah...t.c. just got lucky....:)
>
>
>of course, that is only the story of how we ended up living
>together...the story of how we met is great too...."
>
please." After recieving her drink, she curls down on the floor in
front of Kitten and says "Kitten, tell us a story..."
Barbara Trumpinski
>>of course, that is only the story of how we ended up living
>>together...the story of how we met is great too...."
>>
>>kitten sits back and waits for somebody to say...."kitten, tell us a story..."
>Castellan plops himself down on the floor by Kitten's chair, turns around to
>face the other patrons and says, "Ok everyone, 1, 2, 3, KITTEN, TELL US A
>STORY!"
kitten, who would never ignore such a sweet request (but who is way
behind in callahans thanks to certain people who shall remain
nameless...didi }:) ) smiles.
"gather round, children...and listen to a classic tale of "the kitten
and t.c. story .. or...how to pick up women in bars and end up
married" (not by henry gibson :) )...
it was a dark and stormy night...well actually it was noon...and not
dark and not stormy...although it was november. the day after
thanksgiving 1984, to be exact. our heroine, kitten, picked up her
paycheck from the local convenience store...where she was the intrepid
night manager...and went across the street to a local pub and
eatery....murphy's by name. one of those good irish bars...where it
is possible to get a mega-cheeseburger and greasy french fries for
one's noon meal...and enjoy the entertaining saga of the martins and
the tylers and all the residents of pine valley u.s.a. on the
television screen perched above the bar...yep, kitten went to spend
her paycheck on lunch and a soap opera in a bar...(a very well known
past time in many university towns)....
perched near her on another stool...sipping 7-up and cheering on tad
martin and his trifling ways (tad was sleeping with liza and her
mother at the same time)...was a man...this was not the first time
they had seen each other ... but they had never met. during a
commercial he spoke...some innocuous remark about the soap...and
before the show had ended...they were chatting like old friends...
t.c. (for it was he) said, "i am leaving later today to visit my
brother. he just bought a new vcr and we are going to watch movies all
weekend. do you like movies?"
kitten admitted that she did....and t.c. then employed what i still
think is one of the greatest pick up lines of all times..."so, tell
me, what ARE your favorite movies...and which ones would you watch if
you were having a movie watching marathon...."
the conversation meandered through movies and books to science
fiction.... a vice the young couple shared...(in fact, he noticed that
she was the only other person in the bar carrying a book that wasn't a
textbook)
the afternoon grew late...the cheeseburgers wore off..."how would you
like to go to papa del's (a local pizza place)" he said...
"sure"...and then, when the check came...she split it with him (being
a liberated type....
he came up to her apartment when he dropped her off.....
"mrrraow..." patience lept into his arms...turning into a black and
white fuzzball of delight...and even sara purred at him and tried to
claim him...rubbing up against his knee...
"i have a friend who has a couch like that," he said...recognising her
sofa... "i bought it from a woman named marcy...i know her from the
women's coffeehouse," she replied..."marcy goldstein...i have had SEX
on that couch!" he laughed.
he went away and when he came back he brought tales of the movie
marathon and "oath of the renunciates" ...a marion zimmer bradley book
containing "the shattered chain" and "thendara house"...she ditched
the guy she had been dating for 6 months (the second time she had
ditched the same guy ...the first was to marry her first husband) and
loaned him money to fix his car...he rescued her from frozen pipes on
christmas and they were living together by mid january...
and have been happily ever after together ever since....
the end."
Ruth M. Koch
[Much neat, romantic, luvy-duvy stuff deleted.]
>and have been happily ever after together ever since....
>
>the end."
"Yeah!" (sniff...sniff)
"Anybody got a tissue?"
:) Nathan.
Shonias
>and t.c. story .. or...how to pick up women in bars and end up
>married" (not by henry gibson :) )...
[Most of a magnificent story deleted for space]
>
>....and t.c. then employed what i still
>think is one of the greatest pick up lines of all times..."so, tell
>me, what ARE your favorite movies...and which ones would you watch if
>you were having a movie watching marathon...."
Shonias listens to Kitten's story (really enjoying it) and then remembers
the bit about pick up lines. "This is a topic we have discussed on
several occasions. I have a few personal favourites, but mostly because
they are bad, not good. One of my favourites is "That is a really nice
leather skirt... but I bet it would look better on a coat hanger...".
My friend was truly flattered... And another favourite, "I'm a biologist,
you're a physicist, we're both scientists... it's fate!".
"On the good pick up lines, I must admit, I've always been fond of the
traditional, "Can I buy you a drink?". I have rarely said no..."
Shonias grins, "Anyone else got some classic clangers? Or really good ones?"
Shonias
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Only wanted to stay a while,
Only wanted to play a while,
Then you taught me to fly like a bird...
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Gillett, David
-----------Message forwarded from IPSA Mailbox-------------
no. 6458614 filed 16.25.41 wed 5 aug 1992
from dgil
to locun
subj Re: Kitten tells a story (was Re: Pepsi Drinkers Unite!)
ref 6457803
Well, it wasn't quite a pickup line, but it *was* less than 24 hours after
we met:
M: The masquerade doesn't start for another hour; is there somewhere else you
would like to go while we wait?
moi: Well, we could find a more-or-less private corner and snuggle....
(I still can't believe I said that -- and now we've been married for 8
years!)
Mentor the Reminiscent Sage
Chip Olson
>Shonias listens to Kitten's story (really enjoying it) and then remembers
>the bit about pick up lines. "This is a topic we have discussed on
>several occasions. I have a few personal favourites, but mostly because
>they are bad, not good. One of my favourites is "That is a really nice
>leather skirt... but I bet it would look better on a coat hanger...".
>My friend was truly flattered... And another favourite, "I'm a biologist,
>you're a physicist, we're both scientists... it's fate!".
>
>"On the good pick up lines, I must admit, I've always been fond of the
>traditional, "Can I buy you a drink?". I have rarely said no..."
>
>Shonias grins, "Anyone else got some classic clangers? Or really good ones?"
"Well, there's always the old reliable `Wanna fuck?' A friend claims to
have thrown this into the middle of a conversation with a woman he'd just
met, and she said `OK!' and you can figure out the rest. I thought this
was funny because this fellow is 6'2" and at least 250#, mostly muscle, and
is really quite impressively ugly. Looks like the standard muscle-bound
lunkhead, but he's got one of the finest minds I know.
"Then there's the fellow I knew at UMass who, as we were finishing dinner,
got up and said to one of the women who was eating with us, `Janet, would
you like to go off somewhere and have cheap tawdry sex?' Again, she said
`OK!' and off they went... dunno if that's what they did or if they were
just being theatrical, but they did start going out not long thereafter.
"As for a real clanger...
`Your father must have been a thief.' `No he wasn't.' `Then who stole the
moon and stars and put them in your eyes?'"