greetings uncle
Chris Baginski
Greeting, Bern!!
Well, uncle I finally made my way here... you should thank Quinn for
hooking up the phone contraption for me - apparatenly it's called a modem
- by me, I can barely use my word processor, wouldn't be either, but my
Qwerty has typed it's last.
How go things in "mysty" Ottawa? Toronto is much quieter since you left,
but then I'm sure you're used to that by now...and speking of being much
quieter - have you yet taught that Ozymandius fellow a lessson? To tell
the truth I was tempted to, but I haven't figured out how to reply to a
pareviously typed message - be thankful that I'm on this Lillith damned
technological contraption at all! - and the mad fellow did have a certain
stylish flair - which is not at any time preventing either of us from
teaching him a lesson in how one should address those older and wiser
(tougher!) than himself (unless ofcourse they happen to be relatives!)
Any time you're ready, just give the word, my Colts and claws are ever at
your disposal.
Quinn informs me that we must depart. I breathlessly await your reply -
wether or not I am sufficiently profficient with this tool to claim it,
is another matter alltogether.
Quin sends his regards,
good hunting
Sarah Two-Claws
Cliff Goodman
Chris Baginski (ar...@freenet.toronto.on.ca) writes:
> Greeting, Bern!!
Greetings and welcome to our little corner of the net, Sarah. It is nice
to see you and Quinn here...
> Well, uncle I finally made my way here... you should thank Quinn for
> hooking up the phone contraption for me - apparatenly it's called a modem
> - by me, I can barely use my word processor, wouldn't be either, but my
> Qwerty has typed it's last.
Methinks that some of us do have to stay in step with technological
advances. Fortunately I have friends to handle this for me. I
understand... enough to use this system when required, and I have a person
to do it for me when I don't have the time.
> How go things in "mysty" Ottawa? Toronto is much quieter since you left,
> but then I'm sure you're used to that by now...and speking of being much
I have but now arrived home, and been here less than an hour. Already I
hear of things that do not make me happy. It would also appear that my
actions in Toronto have... stirred up the Prince and a few of the local
elders. Ah well, should they wish to stick their fingers into our clan
business, then we shall hold to our right to mess with their own. I hope
to be back in Toronto or perhaps to visit Waterloo in midFebruary.
> quieter - have you yet taught that Ozymandius fellow a lessson? To tell
> the truth I was tempted to, but I haven't figured out how to reply to a
> pareviously typed message - be thankful that I'm on this Lillith damned
> technological contraption at all! - and the mad fellow did have a certain
> stylish flair - which is not at any time preventing either of us from
> teaching him a lesson in how one should address those older and wiser
> (tougher!) than himself (unless ofcourse they happen to be relatives!)
I do not think that many of the kindred on here would benefit from most
lessons, the net restricts the subtle messages that most lessons carry.
And many here seem to be rather... solidly nailed into their own little
minds. Eventually it may happen that they shall meet an elder who will
teach them. I pray it is not a final lesson.
> Any time you're ready, just give the word, my Colts and claws are ever at
> your disposal.
I have ever preferred discussion and debate first and foremost. But there
is a time for... more solid forms of persuasion. Thank you, dear Sarah,
for your offer. Should discussion fail, then I shall be more than happy to
call upon your particular... talents.
> Quinn informs me that we must depart. I breathlessly await your reply -
> wether or not I am sufficiently profficient with this tool to claim it,
> is another matter alltogether.
I look forward to seeing you on here in the future. I have ever enjoyed
speaking with both you and Quinn.
> Quin sends his regards,
Tell him that I wish him luck and success in his endeavours in Toronto. It
is not an easy city.
> good hunting
May you hunt ever successful, ever silent.
Gaia Bless
Bern
--
I'm immune to romantic notions, of course. I'm a block of heavy metal
unshakably planted at the center of a plain of common sense, illuminated
by the sun of reason. Right. Look up. See the swarms of pigs flying south
for the winter? "Dread Brass Shadows" - Glen Cook