Shalle We go Get a Christmas tree

Kevin D. Vaughn,IAMASIAM,3727498,3524302

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Dec 14, 1994, 8:27:01 PM12/14/94

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Alan pulls his head out of his studies for just a moment and looks
around bewilderingly...

"Hey! We haven't gotten our tree yet, nor decorated it..."

Alan looks rather cross with himself. He goes over to get his coat
and Hat, and looks out over the coffeehouse.

"Does anyone want to go get a tree with me? Someone else can see if
Mrs. Shelley has any ornaments around, or find out if we need to
bring our own ornaments with us..."

Alan (aj)
hedgehog with a chainsaw

KDV >> Great idea there is fresh snow falling, I heard we are getting up
KDV >> to 10 inches. Fantastic, says Frank. Lets make a snowman too.
KDV >> As for the ornaments, I think everyone should be in just one, and
KDV >> homemade too.

KDV >> Alan, you started this detail, what do you think?

peace,

Kevin D. Vaughn

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Kevin D. Vaughn
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Alan Flesch

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Dec 15, 1994, 3:25:20 PM12/15/94

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>Alan pulls his head out of his studies for just a moment and looks
>around bewilderingly...

>"Hey! We haven't gotten our tree yet, nor decorated it..."

>Alan looks rather cross with himself. He goes over to get his coat
>and Hat, and looks out over the coffeehouse.

>"Does anyone want to go get a tree with me? Someone else can see if
>Mrs. Shelley has any ornaments around, or find out if we need to
>bring our own ornaments with us..."

>Alan (aj)
>hedgehog with a chainsaw

Great idea there is fresh snow falling, I heard we are getting up

to 10 inches. Fantastic, says Frank. Lets make a snowman too.

As for the ornaments, I think everyone should be in just one, and

homemade too.

Alan tries to imagine snow. he tries real hard. Nothing happens.
"Damn. Just isn't working." he contents himself by staring out the
window and trying to picture what everyone else sees so clearly...
"Gotta move somewhere with _real_ weather." he says to himself.

Alan, you started this detail, what do you think?

"That was my original idea, but I thought some people wouldn't
be able to limit themselves to just one ornament." Alan says, thinking
of Julian and Pookie, for whom he must write.

Alan (aj)
ornamental hedgehog

barbara trumpinski

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Dec 18, 1994, 9:46:14 AM12/18/94

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>>kitten sniffs and pouts. we haven't had snow yet, but it is raining
>>and icky. i'd much rather be on a beach. but neither rain, nor snow,
>>nor vactions and holidays will keep conan the librarian from her
>>circulation desk.

> Harper shivers a little. "Same here. Cold and grey and wet, but no
>snow. I guess you're more dedicated than I am, kitten -- I'm taking off the
>week between Xmas and New Years. Not going anywhere, I'm afraid, but I'm
>taking the time off."

kitten pouts some more..."it's not dedication...it is necessity. the
librarian, one of the assistant librarians and one of the two clerks
is taking off, as well as the LTA in the home ec library (we also run
that), and i have no student help between christmas and new years.
t.c. is taking from the 21st to jan 9th of....but all i have managed
is the 4th-6th. (i have to work the 3rd because two of the people who
are taking off are supposed to be back but i never count on things
like that...and my 1 student isn't coming in till 1pm. i might leave
a little early if things go okay.)

--
/\ /\ smotu "my life's a soap opera, isn't yours?"
{=.=} shared pain is lessened; shared joy is increased
~ WEFT 90.1 "a virtual community in your radio"
kit...@ux1.cso.uiuc.edu

Robin Carroll-Mann

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Dec 18, 1994, 1:49:40 AM12/18/94

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[snip]

>kitten sniffs and pouts. we haven't had snow yet, but it is raining
>and icky. i'd much rather be on a beach. but neither rain, nor snow,
>nor vactions and holidays will keep conan the librarian from her
>circulation desk.

Harper shivers a little. "Same here. Cold and grey and wet, but no
snow. I guess you're more dedicated than I am, kitten -- I'm taking off the
week between Xmas and New Years. Not going anywhere, I'm afraid, but I'm
taking the time off."

> /\ /\ smotu "my life's a soap opera, isn't yours?"
>
> {=.=} shared pain is lessened; shared joy is increased
> ~ WEFT 90.1 "a virtual community in your radio"
> kit...@ux1.cso.uiuc.edu

%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*
Harper
rcm...@delphi.com
"Mostly Harmless" -- Douglas Adams
%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*

Robin Carroll-Mann

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Dec 18, 1994, 8:13:34 PM12/18/94

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[kitten has to work over the holidays]

>kitten pouts some more..."it's not dedication...it is necessity. the
>librarian, one of the assistant librarians and one of the two clerks
>is taking off, as well as the LTA in the home ec library (we also run
>that), and i have no student help between christmas and new years.

[snip]

Harper offers kitten a hug and a candy cane.

> /\ /\ smotu "my life's a soap opera, isn't yours?"

> {=.=} shared pain is lessened; shared joy is increased
> ~ WEFT 90.1 "a virtual community in your radio"
> kit...@ux1.cso.uiuc.edu
>

%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*

barbara trumpinski

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Dec 18, 1994, 8:24:34 PM12/18/94

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>[kitten has to work over the holidays]
>
>>kitten pouts some more..."it's not dedication...it is necessity. the
>>librarian, one of the assistant librarians and one of the two clerks
>>is taking off, as well as the LTA in the home ec library (we also run
>>that), and i have no student help between christmas and new years.

>[snip]

> Harper offers kitten a hug and a candy cane.

kitten accepts both with a hug and a smile.

--

Abigail V. Gray

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Dec 18, 1994, 8:30:29 PM12/18/94

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Raven offers Kitten a hug.

"Work? Over Yulemas? Bleagh!....as if anyone would need the Aglib on
Yule.... I am going to get to see the people I want to hardly at all
this vacation, or not. :(. If they aren't working they are out of the
country or their lives are all on the fritz some way. Let's just say
there are times when I am glad that I am still single."
--
**It's not a palindrome- the palindrome of Bolton would be notloB!**

Jamie Eimermann

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Dec 18, 1994, 8:49:19 PM12/18/94

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In article <3d1hvm$d...@vixen.cso.uiuc.edu>,

barbara trumpinski <kit...@ux1.cso.uiuc.edu> wrote:
>
>>>kitten sniffs and pouts. we haven't had snow yet, but it is raining
>>>and icky. i'd much rather be on a beach. but neither rain, nor snow,
>>>nor vactions and holidays will keep conan the librarian from her
>>>circulation desk.
>
>> Harper shivers a little. "Same here. Cold and grey and wet, but no
>>snow. I guess you're more dedicated than I am, kitten -- I'm taking off the
>>week between Xmas and New Years. Not going anywhere, I'm afraid, but I'm
>>taking the time off."
>
>kitten pouts some more..."it's not dedication...it is necessity. the
>librarian, one of the assistant librarians and one of the two clerks
>is taking off, as well as the LTA in the home ec library (we also run
>that), and i have no student help between christmas and new years.
>t.c. is taking from the 21st to jan 9th of....but all i have managed
>is the 4th-6th. (i have to work the 3rd because two of the people who
>are taking off are supposed to be back but i never count on things
>like that...and my 1 student isn't coming in till 1pm. i might leave
>a little early if things go okay.)

"So far the weather forecast doesn't look encouraging for a white Christmas,"
observes Jamie. "There's no precipitation predicted for this week in
Chicago and they says it's going to get up to 45 by Friday. Ughh -- it's
unnatural. I don't imagine Urbana will be that different. But I seem to
remember that when I was a kid and we'd leave my grandma's house on
Christmas Eve, there always seemed to be a dusting of snow on the ground
and a few flakes drifting down. They just don't make Christmases like
they used to!" :-)

"But kitten, at least things should be nice and quiet in the library with
no one there to bother you. There shouldn't be many students or faculty
around and you can either really get things done or really goof off,
depending on how the spirit takes you!"

Jamie, who prefers to take her vacation days when it's warm

barbara trumpinski

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Dec 18, 1994, 9:30:10 PM12/18/94

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>Raven offers Kitten a hug.

>"Work? Over Yulemas? Bleagh!....as if anyone would need the Aglib on
> Yule.... I am going to get to see the people I want to hardly at all
> this vacation, or not. :(. If they aren't working they are out of the
> country or their lives are all on the fritz some way. Let's just say
> there are times when I am glad that I am still single."

"silly raven....we'll get to see one another. don't forget our major
debauch is planned for this vacation. }:)

besides, there are LOTS of WEIRD people who will be around and
bothering me, both this coming week and the week after. and i will
get my vacation after new years...when i have a little extra money."

Skatha

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Dec 21, 1994, 3:01:49 PM12/21/94

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In article <3d8hkf$g...@lamar.ColoState.EDU>, ars...@lamar.ColoState.EDU
(Alan Smith) wrote:

> In article <3d58ps$n...@girtab.usc.edu> fle...@girtab.usc.edu (Alan Flesch) writes:
> >Alan draws a picture of a house with a tree and the sun shining
> >brightly above. The sun is smiling.
>
> Alan draws a picutre of a house with shrodinger's snow (It may be there, it may
> not. Your guess is as good as mine.) and the sun shining brightly above.
> The sun is sticking it's tounge out.
>
> The Evil Alan.

Sun? What sun? Up here in Madison, I could swear that we haven't seen the
sun for weeks. (All right, I did see it yesterday....for about two
seconds!)

--
----Skatha/Jess of the gray and gloomy (not to mention cold) Mad City
(jepe...@students.wisc.edu)

Alan Smith

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Dec 21, 1994, 1:23:11 AM12/21/94

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Kimberlee Titus

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Dec 28, 1994, 6:04:31 PM12/28/94

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>
> "The day before I left I was sitting on the rocks talking to a rather
> attractive girl I'd just met and she asked how old I was... She seemed
> rather disappointed when I told her 21, she was twelve. Twelve! I had to
> laugh, I felt so old."
>
..Kandace, an ancient 25, laughs, locking up her six year old daughter
(ha-ha). "Thank you for sharing Eden," she states, wishing for a little
bit of his heaven. "The only naturistic beauty I have recently
witnessed in this rain-laden state was the sunrise on Christmas Eve.
It was one of the most beautiful ones I have ever seen. Almost as if God
had come down and gently kissed the sky at that moment. I kept pointing out
different views, angles, highlights and shadows to my daughter over a thirty
mile span of freeway. She also thought that it was beautiful, but after the
third or fourth time, she looked at me as if I had lost my mind. Kids
nowadays. Pshew."

Kandace, wanting very much to get into nature photography.

ThunderFoot

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Dec 28, 1994, 12:37:19 PM12/28/94

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Pamela Kock wrote:

`And those of us who are scraping the ice off our car windows each
`morning, spreading salt on our sidewalks and driveways really envy you
`right now, my dear! Send a little "swimming weather" my way, would you
`please! Or more to the point, perhaps a plane ticket...!

Evan laughs, "If I had a plane ticket, I'd be coming over there... Far too
many loved ones in the States these days... As for the weather I can't find
a a post-pak appropriate to put it in... I ended up spending Christmas and
a few days either side at my parents new holiday house in Eden, an aptly
named town on the New South Wales/Victorian border at the coast. It was
really incredible, the nicest beaches I've ever seen, and I've been to an
awfully large number of beaches... Of course Hawaii had warmer water and the
Great Barrier Reef had the reef (Der!) and lot's of little fishies and not
so little fishy eaters to look at, but the beaches in Eden are incredible.
Clear, blue waves roll from emerald green depths onto the golden sand, while
the sand and limestone cliffs claw tortured at the sky, twisting as they
try to escape the oceans corroding touch, and being stained red as if their
pain were brought about through blood. The soft stone provides appropriate
handholds for a childlike love of climbing, and feels exquisite underfoot,
and an abundance of greenery shrouds the beachside hills, and sometimes
resolutely stands upon the cliffs, or reaches out to almost touch the waves.
One beach even has a cemetary just opposite, which appeals to my death
obsessive family no end. One of the epitaphs read, "The waves of time may
wash away the sand, but never our memories of you..." which was so
incredibly touching and heartfelt as you could read it, then turn and look
at the waves... A fitting monument..."

"The day before I left I was sitting on the rocks talking to a rather
attractive girl I'd just met and she asked how old I was... She seemed
rather disappointed when I told her 21, she was twelve. Twelve! I had to
laugh, I felt so old."

/\_____ "There is Death, and there is Oblivion,
// ~ / .\_____ and, of the two,
/ \ \ ' .. \/ Oblivion is the kinder master..."
// \ /~__ -_/
/\/ |\/ / ~-- Evan ~ThunderFoot~ Gibson
/ \\\| \ Bale Wolf of the Greater Yawning Dark
/ / \
/ "The longer I am off a leash the more feral I become..."

coo...@zilker.net

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In <D1J7M...@demon.co.uk>, ecs...@luxor.latrobe.edu.au (ThunderFoot) writes:
Evan's wonderful description of Eden turns into a sand piper looking for food...

"Evan, do I have the right country? Austalia? Is Eden between Melbourne and
Sydney if one is driving along the coast between the two? I'm nearly positive I
spent the night in Eden just about 8 years ago. Since it was winter in Australia,
I didn't wander the beach, but what I saw were many fishing boats and a small,
quaint town. Lovely. I really liked the name, which is why it stuck with me all these
years. Wow! Imagine that! Sounds like I missed some beautiful beaches and cliffs."

Cookie, in the pouring rain and cold.

Alan Flesch

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Dec 28, 1994, 6:48:11 PM12/28/94

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>..Kandace, an ancient 25, laughs, locking up her six year old daughter

Alan perks up as Kandace describes the beautiful sunrise, but his
attention is caught by the above phrase.

"Gosh! Another young parent. (not that we aren't all young at heart, but
some of us are young of _age_ too, with all the foolishness that goes with
it...) I don't know if I ever introduced you to my two children, Julian
(who is four) and Christina, who is two... (Christina is usually known
as Pookie hereabouts, since I almost exclusively call her that in RL). Oh!
I forgot to mention that I'm 24...

Alan (aj)
hedgehog

Alan Flesch

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Dec 29, 1994, 11:26:22 AM12/29/94

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>..Kandace smiles at Alan, glad to meet another young parent. "Thank you
>for the introductions kind sir," she replies. "What beautiful children
>you have.

"Thank you. Don't ask how they both came out blonde and blue-eyed" says
the brown-haired brown-eyed Alan, "I just can't figure out genetics..."

My daughter's name is Jessica and she is a spectacular kid,"

"Takes after her mom." Alan says smoothly.

>Kandace continues, "sometimes it amazes me to think that I (not knowing
>anything about parenting) have raised her alone and she has turned out
>so well. Most of the time I just go along, not really thinking about it,
>because it just seems to flow naturally. But then other times the thought
>of all that I am responsible for just boggles my mind and I worry about
>screwing something up.

"Amen to that. There are so many little repercussions that _could_ happen
for everything you do to your child... I always thanked the heavens that
my kids are so well tempered, really friendly and mild-mannered..."

>..Kandace, missing Jessica who spent the night at great-grandma's last night.

"I can understand that. Anymore, I only get to see the kids on weekends..."

Alan (aj)
who got the kids for a week for christmas...

Skatha

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Dec 29, 1994, 10:31:07 AM12/29/94

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In article <D1J7M...@demon.co.uk>, ecs...@luxor.latrobe.edu.au
(ThunderFoot) wrote:

> but the beaches in Eden are incredible.
> Clear, blue waves roll from emerald green depths onto the golden sand, while
> the sand and limestone cliffs claw tortured at the sky, twisting as they
> try to escape the oceans corroding touch, and being stained red as if their
> pain were brought about through blood. The soft stone provides appropriate
> handholds for a childlike love of climbing, and feels exquisite underfoot,
> and an abundance of greenery shrouds the beachside hills, and sometimes
> resolutely stands upon the cliffs, or reaches out to almost touch the waves.
> One beach even has a cemetary just opposite, which appeals to my death
> obsessive family no end. One of the epitaphs read, "The waves of time may
> wash away the sand, but never our memories of you..." which was so
> incredibly touching and heartfelt as you could read it, then turn and look
> at the waves... A fitting monument..."
>

Sigh....I feel warmer already....On the opposite side of the spectrum, on
Christmas Eve, when my mother and I were driving to Stevens Point, the
scenery was *beautiful*. All of the trees and the land was covered by pure
white hoar frost, and after we got out of Madison, the sky was the most
glorious color of blue...Finally, after exclaiming about for at least an
hour or so, my mother pulled over to the side of the highway and brought
out the camera. It was definitely worth it - unfortunately, if we had
stopped for a picture of everything that caught our eye, we would have
never gotten to Stevens Point. But it was worth it....

> "The day before I left I was sitting on the rocks talking to a rather
> attractive girl I'd just met and she asked how old I was... She seemed
> rather disappointed when I told her 21, she was twelve. Twelve! I had to
> laugh, I felt so old."
>

Hmmm.....let's see....I'm about (counting fingers and toes frantically) 18
now, which means that AAH! - I'm almost 20! But no matter what the years
say, I refuse to grow older!

----Skatha
(jepe...@students.wisc.edu)
"I dream in Technicolor!"
Surreality is your friend.
And so is Bob.

Kimberlee Titus

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Dec 29, 1994, 10:46:57 AM12/29/94

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..Kandace smiles at Alan, glad to meet another young parent. "Thank you

for the introductions kind sir," she replies. "What beautiful children

you have. My daughter's name is Jessica and she is a spectacular kid,"

Kandace continues, "sometimes it amazes me to think that I (not knowing
anything about parenting) have raised her alone and she has turned out
so well. Most of the time I just go along, not really thinking about it,
because it just seems to flow naturally. But then other times the thought
of all that I am responsible for just boggles my mind and I worry about

screwing something up. There is just so much to think about nowadays,
and it keeps getting more confusing every day. I can be thankful that I
have done a good job to this point, and that if I continue to lead her
down the right paths, things will be okay (until she gets older, thinks
that I did everything wrong and decides to write a 'Mommy Dearest' book
or something)."

Kimberlee Titus

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Dec 29, 1994, 1:21:41 PM12/29/94

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On 29 Dec 1994, ThunderFoot wrote:

> `Kandace, wanting very much to get into nature photography.
>
> He grins impishly, "Is it still nature photography if there are people in
> it?"

"It depends," she answers vaguely, imagining the possibilities.

..Kandace, making a mental note to pick up some film at the store.

Kimberlee Titus

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Dec 29, 1994, 1:34:19 PM12/29/94

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>
> He smiles and closes his eyes in imagination, "I haven't seen the snow in
> the waking world for quite some time. I long to see it touched by the
> moon once more... I don't mind the cold, I can wear more clothes... Sigh,
> there is so much to experience, and as much as I try I can't do it all at
> once."
>
Kandace looks on as Evan pictures snow. She was hoping for a white
Christmas, but alas... her mind drifts to Evan's imagery of the moon
dancing upon the snow. She remembers last year when it snowed and the
fields around her apartment were covered with a soft white blanket.
Branches which were once crooked, black and bare, pointed at the snow and
received its beautiful offering. It looked as if the stars had
fallen to the ground, captured before her in a billion sparkles.
Something so romantic about the stillness of a snowy night.

>"Methinks perhaps it may be time to slumber..."

Wishing Evan peaceful dreams...

Kandace. Memory walking in a winter wonderland.

ThunderFoot

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Dec 29, 1994, 12:12:08 PM12/29/94

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Cookie said:
`"Evan, do I have the right country? Austalia? Is Eden between Melbourne and

`Sydney if one is driving along the coast between the two?

He nods, "Yep, that's the place, all right..."

`I'm nearly positive I spent the night in Eden just about 8 years ago.

`Since it was winter in Australia, I didn't wander the beach, but what I
`saw were many fishing boats and a small, quaint town. Lovely. I really
`liked the name, which is why it stuck with me all these years. Wow! Imagine
`that! Sounds like I missed some beautiful beaches and cliffs."

He smiles, "Well, at least you know for next time now... You never know what
the future may bring... Well, almost never..."

`Cookie, in the pouring rain and cold.
"Don't worry, the sun will return. He's in the habit of that..."

ThunderFoot

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Dec 29, 1994, 12:19:28 PM12/29/94

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`..Kandace, an ancient 25, laughs, locking up her six year old daughter

`(ha-ha). "Thank you for sharing Eden," she states, wishing for a little
`bit of his heaven. "The only naturistic beauty I have recently
`witnessed in this rain-laden state was the sunrise on Christmas Eve.
`It was one of the most beautiful ones I have ever seen. Almost as if God
`had come down and gently kissed the sky at that moment. I kept pointing out
`different views, angles, highlights and shadows to my daughter over a thirty
`mile span of freeway. She also thought that it was beautiful, but after the
`third or fourth time, she looked at me as if I had lost my mind. Kids
`nowadays. Pshew."

He smiles, "I could stare at the sky forever, and often have. Just the
incredible range of colours on such a strange texture, offset by an
infinite variety of possible clouds types and shapes and reflections."

`Kandace, wanting very much to get into nature photography.

He grins impishly, "Is it still nature photography if there are people in
it?"

/\_____ "There is Death, and there is Oblivion,

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Dec 29, 1994, 5:29:04 PM12/29/94

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>> `Surreality is your friend.
>> `And so is Bob.
>>
>> He seems amazed, "How did you know?"

>"Bob is everyone's friend. He told me so."

Alan grins, and even manages a chuckle. "I went down to Ikea yesterday,
and found two stuffed-animal hedgehogs on sale... I thought that Providence
was directing me, so I decided to buy the pair (these were the remaining
two -- there weren't anymore...) I decided to name them Bob and Tim
(both are movie references -- Bob is pronounced somewhat like Baub! with both
b's exceptionally pronounced. As for Tim, we stole it from, "Some men
call me... Tim?""

Alan (aj)
who learned that 'hedgehog' in swedish is igverkott.

RCM...@delphi.com

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Dec 30, 1994, 1:48:36 AM12/30/94

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Quoting flesch from a message in alt.pub.coffeehouse.amethyst
> Path:
>news1.delphi.com!news.delphi.com!news2.near.net!bloom-beacon.mit.edu!usc

>!usc!not-for-mail From: fle...@phakt.usc.edu (Alan Flesch) Newsgroups:

[text is eaten by a hungry hedgehog]

> Alan (aj)
> who learned that 'hedgehog' in swedish is igverkott.

"In Spanish, it's `erizo,'" Harper adds helpfully.

Harper (rcm...@delphi.com)

"Mostly Harmless" -- Douglas Adams

Me, indecisive? I don't think I am, do you?

Rainbow V 1.09 for Delphi - Test Drive

ThunderFoot

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Dec 30, 1994, 10:57:46 AM12/30/94

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`> `Kandace, wanting very much to get into nature photography.

`> He grins impishly, "Is it still nature photography if there are people in
`> it?"
`"It depends," she answers vaguely, imagining the possibilities.

Feigning innocence he doggedly pursues the conversation, "On what?"

`..Kandace, making a mental note to pick up some film at the store.

"I hope you're planning on paying for that..."

ThunderFoot

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Dec 30, 1994, 11:04:36 AM12/30/94

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`Jess grins. "I've got plenty of snow here, if you want some."

He looks excited, "Cool! Mail it to me..."

`>"Sigh, there is so much to experience, and as much as I try I can't do it all

`> at once."
`"Don't I know it. But the trying is always fun."

"The succeeding moreso..."

`Jess nods knowingly. "I agree with you completely. I think..." She runs it

`through her mind again, trying to see whether she followed it or not, and
`wondering if it really matters.

He blinks and tries to work out whether he's being really profound or just
silly, or some bizarre combination of the two and not really caring one way
or the other.

`> `Surreality is your friend.

`> `And so is Bob.
`> He seems amazed, "How did you know?"

`"Bob is everyone's friend. He told me so."

"Ahhh... He sounds like me. I tell people things like that too!"

Springer

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In article <jepeter2-2...@f181-047.net.wisc.edu> jepe...@students.wisc.edu (Skatha) writes:
>In article <3duri3$r...@news.csie.nctu.edu.tw>, ecs...@luxor.latrobe.edu.au
>(ThunderFoot) wrote:
>>
>> He smiles and closes his eyes in imagination, "I haven't seen the snow in
>> the waking world for quite some time. I long to see it touched by the
>> moon once more... I don't mind the cold, I can wear more clothes..."
>
>Jess grins. "I've got plenty of snow here, if you want some."

Springer, squeakily squeaking back into the 'house:

"Hmmm. I came back to Chicago today, and as we were flying in over
Indiana, I looked down and realized there was something wrong with the ground.
It was white where it should have been green.

"Now that I've landed and been walking around, I can't quite believe
the snow. There isn't very much of it, but it's the first time since I've
been here that I wasn't around for the first snow. So it's like I took a
plane to another time, in a place that looks much like my home, but that
somehow isn't. This feeling is enhanced by the fact that I have seen only
strangers thus far. It's as though I somehow got on the plane to the wrong
city -- one where it has already started to snow, and I don't know anybody.

"Hmmm. This phenomenon is probably unique to me...."

>----Skatha
>"I dream in Technicolor!"

"Must be those B-6 tablets before bedtime."

>Surreality is your friend.

"Don't I know it!"

Springer, the boys are back in town.

Orlando66

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sj...@midway.uchicago.edu (springer) writes:

>Springer, squeakily squeaking back into the 'house:
>
>"Hmmm. I came back to Chicago today, and as we were flying in over
>Indiana, I looked down and realized there was something wrong with the
ground.
>It was white where it should have been green.
>

>Springer, the boys are back in town.

orlando runs over to springer, grabs him twirls him around a few times and
says "welcome home springer, I've missed you greatly and am glad your
back. :) I hope you had a great holiday :)" With that over and done
with, she gets springer the drink of his choice, hangs up his coat, and
puts him up for grabs.

orlando, glad to see a familiar face after a long hiatus :)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~orla...@aol.com~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For all her chic thinness, she had an almost breakfast-cereal air of
health, a soap and lemon cleanness, a rough pink darkening in the cheeks.
~~~~~~~~~~~Truman Capote _Breakfast_At_Tiffany's_~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kimberlee Titus

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Jan 3, 1995, 4:41:52 PM1/3/95

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On 3 Jan 1995, Orlando66 wrote:

>
> orlando runs over to springer, grabs him twirls him around a few times and
> says "welcome home springer, I've missed you greatly and am glad your
> back. :) I hope you had a great holiday :)" With that over and done
> with, she gets springer the drink of his choice, hangs up his coat, and
> puts him up for grabs.
>

..Kandace smiles at twirling Orlando and Springer, glad to have them
back. Settling down into a comfy chair, quiet for now she sips her hot
cider. She is glad to see everyone returning, though she wonders where
Derek is. She has missed everyone over the holidays, but cannot tell
them because she lost her voice last week... a minor inconvenience to her, a
source of enjoyment for her daughter. It is now on the mend, but not
quite up to par so Kandace just enjoys watching the happiness as the
Amethons return to the cozy coffeehouse.

K

Kimberlee Titus

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Jan 3, 1995, 5:47:17 PM1/3/95

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On 30 Dec 1994, ThunderFoot wrote:

>
> `> `Kandace, wanting very much to get into nature photography.
> `> He grins impishly, "Is it still nature photography if there are people in
> `> it?"
> `"It depends," she answers vaguely, imagining the possibilities.

> Feigning innocence he doggedly pursues the conversation, "On what?"
>

.."On what they are doing I guess," she answers, realizing that it isn't
a very good answer and that Evan will probably call her on it. "It is
kind of hard to explain. I would like to take scenery photographs for
the most part, but then I also would like to take pictures of people in
interesting settings just doing whatever it is that they happen to be
doing. Not posing, just natural. I love to look at people and imagine
their stories. I would also love to write a book about amazing stories
of everyday people and do the photographs to go along with them," Kandace
pauses to adjust her voice and to try and think of a way to phrase her
next sentence without sounding politically incorrect. Not being able to
think of a way to say it, she continues,

"Another project I would like to do... My boyfriend is African-American
and there are times when I just sit there and look at how beautiful his skin
is, I swear it is near-perfect. Sometimes he will be standing with his
shirt off and the sun will caress his back, throwing off shadows and
contrasts that are just beautiful. One of those times it hit me that I
would like to photograph African-Americans in black and white. Not
objectifying anyone, just creating art using contrast, shadows and
light."

`..Kandace, making a mental note to pick up some film at the store. >
> "I hope you're planning on paying for that..."
>

Kandace, film paid for and hoping someone can understand her artistic side.

Derek Hartl ARN (Student)

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Jan 4, 1995, 3:19:19 PM1/4/95

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kti...@u.washington.edu (Kimberlee Titus) writes:
:
: ..Kandace smiles at twirling Orlando and Springer, glad to have them

: back. Settling down into a comfy chair, quiet for now she sips her hot
: cider. She is glad to see everyone returning, though she wonders where
: Derek is. She has missed everyone over the holidays, but cannot tell
: them because she lost her voice last week... a minor inconvenience to her, a
: source of enjoyment for her daughter. It is now on the mend, but not
: quite up to par so Kandace just enjoys watching the happiness as the
: Amethons return to the cozy coffeehouse.

At the mention of his name, Derek jumps down from the rafters, where he's
been hiding inconspicuously among the other lurkers. In doing so, he is
almost bowled over by orlando and Springer. He stubbles backwards and
collapses into the comfy chair.

"Whoa...close call. Happy new year everyone, though I guess that's a bit
late. I've been laying low over the holidays, so I haven't had much of
an opportunity to spend a lot of time here. I've also been busy trying
to work on my master's thesis. But, now that I'm here, I think I'll stay
for a coffee or two."

Derek waves to Kandace and smiles, not saying much so that she
doesn't have to strain her voice.

Derek, back from the land of the lurkers

Doug Quarnstrom

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Jan 4, 1995, 6:37:55 PM1/4/95

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Kimberlee Titus (kti...@u.washington.edu) wrote:

: On 30 Dec 1994, ThunderFoot wrote:
: "Another project I would like to do... My boyfriend is African-American

: and there are times when I just sit there and look at how beautiful his skin
: is, I swear it is near-perfect. Sometimes he will be standing with his
: shirt off and the sun will caress his back, throwing off shadows and
: contrasts that are just beautiful. One of those times it hit me that I
: would like to photograph African-Americans in black and white. Not
: objectifying anyone, just creating art using contrast, shadows and
: light."

You may want to brave a look at some of Mapelthorpe's work, since he
has done this quite stunningly...

doug

Jamie Eimermann

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Jan 4, 1995, 7:50:37 PM1/4/95

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In article <3eevs7$s...@nouvelles.dreo.dnd.ca>,

Derek Hartl ARN (Student) <dha...@edx.ed.dreo.dnd.ca> wrote:
>
>At the mention of his name, Derek jumps down from the rafters, where he's
>been hiding inconspicuously among the other lurkers. In doing so, he is
>almost bowled over by orlando and Springer. He stubbles backwards and
>collapses into the comfy chair.
>

"Ah ha," pounces Jamie. "Now that I have you in the comfy chair, I shall
torture you with the soft cushions. Recant, recant! Cardinal Fang, the
rack! Noooo, not that rack!"

Jamie, who didn't have the forethought to put Monty Python's Complete
Waste of Time on her Christmas list

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Jan 5, 1995, 10:30:39 AM1/5/95

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`.."On what they are doing I guess," she answers, realizing that it isn't

`a very good answer and that Evan will probably call her on it. "It is
`kind of hard to explain. I would like to take scenery photographs for
`the most part, but then I also would like to take pictures of people in
`interesting settings just doing whatever it is that they happen to be
`doing. Not posing, just natural.

He nods, "I really enjoy photography. Of course, now I DO have a camera,
getting one for my birthday earlier this year, the first time I went camping
I took heaps of photos and then proceeded to leave it in my friend's car
and haven't been able to get it back.... Oh, and it's a real camera too, none
of this cheating automatic stuff!"

`I love to look at people and imagine

`their stories. I would also love to write a book about amazing stories
`of everyday people

Laughing he replies, "Did I ever tell you about the time I got mugged?"

`"Another project I would like to do... My boyfriend is African-American

`and there are times when I just sit there and look at how beautiful his skin
`is, I swear it is near-perfect. Sometimes he will be standing with his
`shirt off and the sun will caress his back, throwing off shadows and
`contrasts that are just beautiful. One of those times it hit me that I
`would like to photograph African-Americans in black and white. Not
`objectifying anyone, just creating art using contrast, shadows and
`light."

He smiles, "That would be cool. I...", pausing he frowns, "I'm not even going
to bother trying to be political correct cause it doesn't quite make sense. I
can't say African American cause I have no idea whether she was either, so
anyway, I saw the most incredibly beautiful negress on the train coming home
tonight, and she too had perfect skin. End of story." He smiles. "I didn't
really have a point, but mentioning it helps me to remember her face. Shame
I didn't get to see her smile..."

``..Kandace, making a mental note to pick up some film at the store. >

`> "I hope you're planning on paying for that..."
`Kandace, film paid for and hoping someone can understand her artistic side.

Evan grins, "Why? Can't you?"

Kimberlee Titus

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Jan 5, 1995, 10:23:38 AM1/5/95

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On 4 Jan 1995, Derek Hartl ARN wrote:

> At the mention of his name, Derek jumps down from the rafters, where he's
> been hiding inconspicuously among the other lurkers. In doing so, he is
> almost bowled over by orlando and Springer. He stubbles backwards and
> collapses into the comfy chair.
>
> "Whoa...close call. Happy new year everyone, though I guess that's a bit
> late. I've been laying low over the holidays, so I haven't had much of
> an opportunity to spend a lot of time here. I've also been busy trying
> to work on my master's thesis. But, now that I'm here, I think I'll stay
> for a coffee or two."
>
> Derek waves to Kandace and smiles, not saying much so that she
> doesn't have to strain her voice.
>
> Derek, back from the land of the lurkers
>

Doug Quarnstrom

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Jan 6, 1995, 11:19:27 AM1/6/95

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Mike Madias (aa...@detroit.freenet.org) wrote:

: >check out Maplethorpes work

: Wow, it is really beautiful and his images burn into the memory.
: He is on of the finest photographers of the 20th century IMHO
: sez art lover Mickey

I really admire his skill as well, although I really don't enjoy
many of the more controversial works. Call me a prude...

doug

ThunderFoot

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Jan 6, 1995, 12:31:36 PM1/6/95

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`> Laughing he replies, "Did I ever tell you about the time I got mugged?"

`"No, but I would love to hear it. And all names would be changed to

`protect the innocent. Oh... you too I guess.

He laughs at thought of innocence, "At my age? Nonsense! Anyway I doubt
everyone else wants to hear it again, even if it is a really cool story,
and even if I do say so myself... So I'll tell it to you private like."

`> `Kandace, film paid for and hoping someone can understand her artistic side.

`> Evan grins, "Why? Can't you?"

`Oh how she loves his wit, but tries to keep her laughter under control so

`her co-workers won't think her strange.

"Far too late for that, one would hope... I'm glad you love my wit, it's nice
to know someone's been looking after it for me. I used to have another as well,
but they both wandered off andd I've been looking for them ever since. Perhaps
I just lost them... Anyway, if I can find the other too it would be nice to
have my wits about me again"

`Kandace, reveling in mirth.
Evan looks puzlled, "What's wrong with _this_ planet?"

Doug Quarnstrom

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Jan 6, 1995, 4:43:24 PM1/6/95

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ThunderFoot (ecs...@luxor.latrobe.edu.au) wrote:

: `> Laughing he replies, "Did I ever tell you about the time I got mugged?"

: `"No, but I would love to hear it. And all names would be changed to
: `protect the innocent. Oh... you too I guess.

: He laughs at thought of innocence, "At my age? Nonsense!

I doubt innocence is strictly a function of age. My house has never
been bombed, so i suspect I harbor an innocence or two even now...

I rather hope I never have to lose absolutely all of it.

doug

Springer

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Jan 6, 1995, 7:50:57 PM1/6/95

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In article <Pine.A32.3.91c.95010...@homer20.u.washington.edu> Kimberlee Titus <kti...@u.washington.edu> writes:
>
>"Another project I would like to do... My boyfriend is African-American
>and there are times when I just sit there and look at how beautiful his skin
>is, I swear it is near-perfect. Sometimes he will be standing with his
>shirt off and the sun will caress his back, throwing off shadows and
>contrasts that are just beautiful. One of those times it hit me that I
>would like to photograph African-Americans in black and white. Not
>objectifying anyone, just creating art using contrast, shadows and
>light."

Springer:

"Try Herb Ritts. Does beautiful B&W photos, some erotic, some not,
of both white people and *very* dark brown people. Quite lovely. He also
does a lot of photos for Rolling Stone and for advertisers. He did that Janet
Jackson video with the muscular black guy and the giant wheel."

>Kandace, hoping someone can understand her artistic side.

"I can, I can!"

Springer, artsy fartsy.

Springer

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Jan 6, 1995, 7:55:57 PM1/6/95

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In article <3eh3av$g...@news.csie.nctu.edu.tw> ecs...@luxor.latrobe.edu.au (ThunderFoot) writes:
>
>He smiles, "That would be cool. I...", pausing he frowns, "I'm not even going
>to bother trying to be political correct cause it doesn't quite make sense. I
>can't say African American cause I have no idea whether she was either, so
>anyway, I saw the most incredibly beautiful negress on the train coming home

^^^^^^^

>tonight, and she too had perfect skin. End of story." He smiles. "I didn't

Springer:

"That's one of my favorite words, actually. It's a pity it's been
taken out of usage. Of course, most of the -ess words are being phased out.
'Poetess' was another favorite, now going by the board. I hope that at some
time in the future that ending comes back, maybe for some other purpose."

>`Kandace, film paid for and hoping someone can understand her artistic side.
>Evan grins, "Why? Can't you?"

"Hell, no! That's what critics are for...."

Springer, who knows his postmodernity.

Springer

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Jan 6, 1995, 7:59:59 PM1/6/95

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In article <3eb2vi$q...@newsbf02.news.aol.com> orla...@aol.com (Orlando66) writes:
>
>sj...@midway.uchicago.edu (springer) writes:
>
>>Springer, squeakily squeaking back into the 'house:
>>

>>Springer, the boys are back in town.
>
>orlando runs over to springer, grabs him twirls him around a few times

Springer:

"Whee!"

>and
>says "welcome home springer, I've missed you greatly and am glad your
>back. :) I hope you had a great holiday :)" With that over and done
>with, she gets springer the drink of his choice, hangs up his coat,

"Gee, thanks Orlando!"

> and puts him up for grabs.

At this, he looks around nervously....

>
>orlando, glad to see a familiar face after a long hiatus :)

"Glad to see you, too, kid."

Springer, a lousy Bogart.

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Jan 8, 1995, 10:46:31 PM1/8/95

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: Alan breaks into song :

: "When Springer comes through the door again
: HURRAH! HURRAH!
: With pillows and peacocks we'll shower him!

^^^^^^^
: HURRAH! HURRAH!

: Bale Wolf will howl! The maids will swoon!
: The hedgehog will dance with the silver spoon!
: And we'll all wear grey!
: When Springer comes through the door!"

As Springer walks through the door, Tim *SMACKO*'s him with a handy pillow.

"It's Alan's fault. He IS a hedgehog after all."

Tim

Springer

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Jan 9, 1995, 6:57:19 PM1/9/95

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In article <3eqbin$f...@sundog.tiac.net> t...@max.tiac.net (Timothy Clarke) writes:
>
>As Springer walks through the door, Tim *SMACKO*'s him with a handy pillow.

Springer:

"Oof!"

>"It's Alan's fault. He IS a hedgehog after all."

"Alan? Have you ever seen _The Company of Wolves_? Do you know what
happens to trouble-making hedgehogs?"

Springer, vaguely vulpine.

Alan Flesch

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Jan 9, 1995, 7:40:50 PM1/9/95

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>`"No, Evan." Alan says sadly. "You only had one wit. It split in half,
>` remember? Only a half-wit."

>Evan, eager to show his intelligence by use of a witty rejoinder, sticks
>his tongue out at Alan.

"I am rubber, you are glue. What bounces off me will stick to you!" Alan
says with equal savoir faire...

>`>Evan looks puzlled, "What's wrong with _this_ planet?"
>`"It's dirty, it smells funny, and won't use th litter box." Alan says
>`petulantly.

>"Ahhh, Alan? I hate to mention it, but... This _is_ the litter box. The planet
>is over there...", he points into one of the myriad darkened corners.

"Oh." alan says embarrased. "Uhm, never mind then."

Alan (aj)
not quite as tidy a hedgehog as he thought he was.

Alan Flesch

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Jan 9, 1995, 7:44:44 PM1/9/95

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>> Alan (aj)
>> hedgehog with a glass stomach...

>Is the glass half empty or half full?
>Kandace :)

"Half and half, I think. Homogenized, at least."

Alan (aj)
this message means nothing.

RCM...@delphi.com

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Jan 9, 1995, 11:53:50 PM1/9/95

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[Kandace's car was damaged and nearly stolen]

"It's a terrible feeling of violation, isn't it?" Harper says
sympathetically. "We've had several cars broken into, and each time made
me feel outraged and vulnerable." Harper, not wanting to hug Kandace while
she's still sick, offers a warm fuzzy instead."

Harper rcm...@delphi.com
"Mostly Harmless" -- Douglas Adams

3 kinds of people: Those who can count & those who can't.

Rainbow V 1.10 for Delphi - Test Drive

Leslie Horder

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Jan 10, 1995, 2:07:29 PM1/10/95

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>`.."On what they are doing I guess," she answers, realizing that it isn't
>`a very good answer and that Evan will probably call her on it. "It is
>`kind of hard to explain. I would like to take scenery photographs for
>`the most part, but then I also would like to take pictures of people in
>`interesting settings just doing whatever it is that they happen to be
>`doing. Not posing, just natural.

"Me Too! Me too! I love photography, and arts of all sorts, although I
am a musician. I like to draw as well, and my favorite subjects are faces.
I dohn't really do bodies all that well, but I will work to capture a
face and the story and life it holds. I wish i could learn to do the same
with a camera. But I really do not have time for a new hobby at the
moment :("

>`I love to look at people and imagine
>`their stories. I would also love to write a book about amazing stories
>`of everyday people

"I would love to as well......."

>`would like to photograph African-Americans in black and white. Not

>`objectifying anyone, just creating art using contrast, shadows and
>`light."

"I like Indians. Guatemalans, Mexicans, Native Americans. All the
trials and strength in those faces..."

>`Kandace, film paid for and hoping someone can understand her artistic side.

Leslie, I do! I do! I do!!!!!!!

Springer

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Jan 10, 1995, 2:15:50 PM1/10/95

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In article <Pine.A32.3.91c.95...@homer18.u.washington.edu> Kimberlee Titus <kti...@u.washington.edu> writes:
>
>
>> Springer:

>>
>> that Janet Jackson video with the muscular black guy and the giant wheel."
>>

>Kandace (excited):
>
>"That video is *one* of the things that inspired me to want to begin my
>project.

Springer:

"Go, Kandace!"

He returns to practicing rolling film onto a reel.

Springer, photoelectric.

Doug Quarnstrom

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Jan 10, 1995, 2:37:24 PM1/10/95

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Mike Madias (aa...@detroit.freenet.org) wrote:

: Doug make a remark about Maplethorpe that helps Mickey feel
: less like a misanthrope. (Mickey is depressed tonight).

: Mickey triys to avoid depression by waxing philsophic.

: Sez Mickey - I guess the reason we like these things is that
: it reminds us how close of sorrows are to our joys. Also
: how the really horrible is close to what we might call fastinating
: or even beautiful.

To slip briefly into extended cliche:

There is a very dark part of my spirit to which "deviant" art appeals.
I do not know if it is good or healthy or what, but it is there, and
I think it is an urge more primal than reason. My reason says, "that
is disgusting", but the primal says, "keep looking dude."

doug

Leslie Horder

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Jan 11, 1995, 3:15:42 PM1/11/95

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>kitten:
>okay, you're a prude! (i don't really believe that, but i'll do just
>about anything to make you happy!)

>--
>/\ /\ smotu "my life's a soap opera, isn't yours?"
>{=.=} "any woman worth being with will provide a personality
> ~ and intelligence sheep are too shy to show." SHiP
>kit...@ux1.cso.uiuc.edu

"kitten! Hi! How have you been? I know we weren't that close, but I
miss your face aorund here...."

Leslie, enjoying the net tremendously

Leslie Horder

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Jan 11, 1995, 3:22:48 PM1/11/95

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>I draw a good deal too. Faces are fascinating, but hands are a fun
>challenge as well...

"Hands. Hmm, I never thought about trying to draw them, but I have
admired many a set of calloused hands. Or soft. Or young. Or old. They
also can tell a lot about a person. I once saw a photo of a very grisled
hand holding a tiny,fragile frog on his fingertips. It was intrigueing
the way the two 'worlds' so to speak, played off each other."

>: I don't really do bodies all that well, but I will work to capture a

>: face and the story and life it holds.

>Take some life drawing classes. They are indispensible, and if you
>can draw faces, you can certainly draw anything...

"Not necessarily true. I can /feel/ the face, and what it holds, but the
body doesn't hold the same intrigue for me. Hands, however. I will have
to think about that."

Leslie, head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes
head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes
eyes and ears and mouth and nose
head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes!

>doug

Leslie Horder

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Jan 12, 1995, 9:47:33 AM1/12/95

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>Springer sees Leslie engaged in another conversation.

> "Leslie!" <HUG> "I didn't realize you were back!"

H H U U GGGG !
H H U U G !
HHHHHH U U G GGG !
H H U U G G !
H H UUUUU GGGG *

>Springer, the original.

Leslie, pretty unoriginal, but getting the point across

Kimberlee Titus

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Jan 12, 1995, 10:26:12 AM1/12/95

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On 10 Jan 1995 RCM...@delphi.com wrote:

>
> [Kandace's car was damaged and nearly stolen]
>
> "It's a terrible feeling of violation, isn't it?" Harper says
> sympathetically. "We've had several cars broken into, and each time made
> me feel outraged and vulnerable." Harper, not wanting to hug Kandace while
> she's still sick, offers a warm fuzzy instead."
>

Kandace takes the warm fuzzy, feeling better instantly. Oh the potency
of those things. (She actually typed thins before correcting it to
things... a Ricky Ricardo flashback.) Wishing Harper a speedy recovery,
she wonders if there is any chicken soup left and if it is good for
bronchitis. "I will collect on that hug when you are feeling better,
but for now is there anything I can get for you? Maybe a warm fuzzy of
your own?"

Kandace, feeling bad for Harper.

Kimberlee Titus

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Jan 12, 1995, 10:32:16 AM1/12/95

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On Wed, 11 Jan 1995, Springer wrote:

> >
> >alan (aj)
> >vaguely insectivorous hedgehog
>
> Springer:
>
> "Ewww! Yuck. I myself never touch anything in the middle of the
> food chain."
>
> Springer, fastidious.
>
>
>
Kandace, who hasn't had breakfast yet, sends a sarcastic thank you to
Alan and Springer. "My stomach is now churning at the thought of insect
eating. Grubs, worms, crunchy beetles, and please don't forget the
spiders with the big hairy legs. Once again, I wish that I didn't have
such an active imagination."

Kandace, wishing for a saltine (without locust paste) to settle her stomach.

Doug Quarnstrom

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Jan 12, 1995, 11:10:35 AM1/12/95

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Leslie Horder (ahs...@psu.edu) wrote:

: >Take some life drawing classes. They are indispensible, and if you

: >can draw faces, you can certainly draw anything...

: "Not necessarily true.

I think it is mostly true. The process is the same for drawing anything.

: I can /feel/ the face, and what it holds, but the

: body doesn't hold the same intrigue for me.

Sure, I understand. You do not feel the same motivation to draw the
rest of the body.

: Hands, however. I will have
: to think about that."

If you draw your own, remember to take parralax into consideration.
It can give you many many problems...

doug

Doug Quarnstrom

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Jan 12, 1995, 11:11:04 AM1/12/95

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Aaron V. Humphrey (aa...@amisk.cs.ualberta.ca) wrote:
: d...@fc.hp.com (Doug Quarnstrom) writes:

: >To slip briefly into extended cliche:

: >There is a very dark part of my spirit to which "deviant" art appeals.
: >I do not know if it is good or healthy or what, but it is there, and
: >I think it is an urge more primal than reason. My reason says, "that
: >is disgusting", but the primal says, "keep looking dude."

: "This must be the same part of me that liked 'The Cook, The Thief, His Wife
: & Her Lover'."

Yes, I believe you are correct.

doug

Mike Madias

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Jan 12, 1995, 11:40:47 AM1/12/95

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>calling Mrs. Shelly "Gal"

Mickey has fott in mouth disease again he was calling Galeleo
"Gal" not Mrs. Shelly. I don't usually take liberties with
women, and Mrs. Shelley is our hostess. Apologies if I was
misunderstood. I feel a affinty for Galeleo, after all he
makes the best coffee and he has always been there for me.

Doug Quarnstrom

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Jan 12, 1995, 11:55:04 AM1/12/95

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Doug Quarnstrom (d...@fc.hp.com) wrote:
: Leslie Horder (ahs...@psu.edu) wrote:

: If you draw your own, remember to take parralax into consideration.

: It can give you many many problems...

I guess that should be paralax.

One nice thing about drawing the face is that all the distinctive
features give you lots of places to measure to find out what is wrong
if things are not working. Hands are the same, but they tend to be
more difficult because of all the strange shapes and angles. Bodies,
in general, can be tough, because it is sometimes difficult to
figure out exactly what is wrong, especially with extreme foreshortening.
If you are drawing something you have never drawn before, there is
no substitute I know of for just being extremely meticulous in
your measurement of what you see. It works, too, if you have the
patience for it. I am a firm believer that anyone can learn to
draw with some facility. I, myself, am not really all that good, but
I have improved massively by just learning the tricks and practicing
them...

doug

Kamini Mehta

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Jan 12, 1995, 2:10:29 PM1/12/95

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In article <ahs106.16...@psu.edu>, Leslie Horder <ahs...@psu.edu> wrote:
(text is off to a photo session)

>
>"I like Indians. Guatemalans, Mexicans, Native Americans. All the
>trials and strength in those faces..."
>
>>`Kandace, film paid for and hoping someone can understand her artistic side.
>
>Leslie, I do! I do! I do!!!!!!!

I'll second that!! Both understanding the artistic side and liking Indians.
In fact, my SO thinks it a little odd that I am so fascinated by Native
Americans, instead of India (he's from India too, but unlike me he was born
there).
8-)
Kam

Doug Quarnstrom

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Jan 12, 1995, 3:49:13 PM1/12/95

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Orlando66 (orla...@aol.com) wrote:

: <much talk about Mapplethorpe's work>

: orlando raises her head, and makes a statement about the conversation
: taking place. . .

: my most vivid memory of mapplethorpe is receiving a book of his for
: christmas a few years ago. not really having been exposed to his work, i
: opened my gift, started leafing through, getting a feel for it. all of a
: sudden my mother, who was trying out her new video camera asked me how i
: liked it. my eight year old sister is sitting next to me but not paying
: attention to what i'm looking at. my mom puts the camera on me and asks
: me how i would describe his work, and to show a picture. i refuse to show
: her the picture i'm looking at and describe it as "interesting." mr.
: eight and a half wasn't exactly the family entertainment she was going
: for.

Hahahahahahaha.
Oh dear. Who bought the book for you?

doug

Alan Flesch

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Jan 12, 1995, 4:40:04 PM1/12/95

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>>calling Mrs. Shelly "Gal"

<grin> "Don't worry about it -- I knew what you meant, it's just
that it _could_ have referred to Mrs. Shelley, and I don't think
anyone's _ever_ called her Gal..."

"Come to think of it, nobody's ever called her by her first name
either,..."

Alan (aj)
always called by his first name

Kimberlee Titus

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Jan 13, 1995, 1:41:45 PM1/13/95

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> >> Springer:
> >>
> >> that Janet Jackson video with the muscular black guy and the giant wheel."
> >>
> >Kandace (excited):
> >
> >"That video is *one* of the things that inspired me to want to begin my
> >project.
>
> Springer:
>
> "Go, Kandace!"
>
> He returns to practicing rolling film onto a reel.
>
> Springer, photoelectric.
>

"Speaking of Janet Jackson, have you heard her new song, something about
70's love groove? It is quite the steamy and erotic song. I can't
imagine what she is going to do with the video."

Kandace, mental wheels turning (not being pushed by a muscular black guy)

Alan Flesch

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Jan 13, 1995, 2:16:14 PM1/13/95

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>> >alan (aj)
>> >vaguely insectivorous hedgehog

>> Springer:
>> "Ewww! Yuck. I myself never touch anything in the middle of the
>> food chain."
>> Springer, fastidious.

>>
>Kandace, who hasn't had breakfast yet, sends a sarcastic thank you to
>Alan and Springer. "My stomach is now churning at the thought of insect
>eating. Grubs, worms, crunchy beetles, and please don't forget the
>spiders with the big hairy legs. Once again, I wish that I didn't have
>such an active imagination."

"Ooooh! One of the cream-filled kind!" <crunch> Alan thinks back
to the oh-so-famous scene in the recent _Lion King_ (altogether not
a bad flick if you can get past the male centricity of the whole thing
--- why was Nala such a supporting character? Why not the Lion Queen?
Why aren't the dead Queens in the sky? Okay, maybe I'm not a real
feminist, but the damn literary criticism I've been doing lately just
ruins everything for me...)

>Kandace, wishing for a saltine (without locust paste) to settle her stomach.

Alan (aj)
actually, hedgehogs are insectivorous --- glad I'm not a Kennedy... uhm,
hedgehog

Mike Madias

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Jan 14, 1995, 3:28:52 AM1/14/95

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T.J. asks Mickey for the significance of the raven he sees at
the window.

Mickey, who was feeling despondant and brooding at the time was
seeing the selfame raven that used to sit on top of the bust
of Athena in Edgar Allen Poe's study, and that he told about in
his poetry.

But Mickey is feeling much better now.

Talk to me T.J. (if you would like) do you ever see any birds at
the window. When you halucinate, what do you see? hear? Galleleo
pour us a couple cups of joe.

Springer

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Jan 15, 1995, 11:47:22 PM1/15/95

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In article <Pine.A32.3.91c.95011...@homer23.u.washington.edu> Kimberlee Titus <kti...@u.washington.edu> writes:
>
>> >
>> >alan (aj)
>> >vaguely insectivorous hedgehog
>>

>Kandace, who hasn't had breakfast yet, sends a sarcastic thank you to
>Alan and Springer.

Springer:

"You're welcome."

>and please don't forget the spiders with the big hairy legs.

"Hmmm. Well, better than having legs with big hairy spiders."

Springer, no tag.

Springer

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Jan 15, 1995, 11:53:59 PM1/15/95

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In article <Pine.A32.3.91c.95011...@homer17.u.washington.edu> Kimberlee Titus <kti...@u.washington.edu> writes:
>
>
>> >> Springer:
>> >>
>> >> that Janet Jackson video with the muscular black guy and the giant wheel.
>>

>"Speaking of Janet Jackson, have you heard her new song, something about
>70's love groove? It is quite the steamy and erotic song. I can't
>imagine what she is going to do with the video."

Springer:

"No. I'm not really a fan; I just think she hires good cinema-
tographers. I really haven't liked any of her music since 'Control.'"

>
>Kandace, mental wheels turning (not being pushed by a muscular black guy)

"Hey Beavis, do you hear 'dark voices' in your head?"

"Uh. No. Sometimes I hear white guys, though. And one Chinese guy."

"What does the Chinese guy say?"

"He says, 'Pull down your pants and spank your monkey!'"

"Huh-huh. Well, what do the white guys say?"

"Um, they say the same thing, except they sound like me."

Springer, huh-huh.

Springer

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Jan 15, 1995, 11:55:49 PM1/15/95

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In article <3f1jd1$4...@scapa.cs.ualberta.ca> aa...@amisk.cs.ualberta.ca writes:

>d...@fc.hp.com (Doug Quarnstrom) writes:
>
>>To slip briefly into extended cliche:
>
>>There is a very dark part of my spirit to which "deviant" art appeals.
>>I do not know if it is good or healthy or what, but it is there, and
>>I think it is an urge more primal than reason. My reason says, "that
>>is disgusting", but the primal says, "keep looking dude."
>

>"This must be the same part of me that liked 'The Cook, The Thief, His Wife
>& Her Lover'."

Springer:

"Yeah, but that movie *was* sort of moral, in a _Tales_From_the_Crypt_
way. Horrible, but moral."

Springer, lightly braised in butter.

Springer

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Jan 16, 1995, 12:05:57 AM1/16/95

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In article <ahs106.2...@psu.edu> ahs...@psu.edu (Leslie Horder) writes:

>>Springer, the original.
>
>Leslie, pretty unoriginal, but getting the point across

Springer:

"Across what?"

He looks down and sees a line on the floor.

"Oh. I see."

He pushes the point back across the line, hoping to start a game of
some kind. Tug-of-war in reverse, perhaps?

Springer, raw-fo-gut.

Springer

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Jan 16, 1995, 12:08:34 AM1/16/95

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In article <3f0k10$2...@detroit.freenet.org> aa...@detroit.freenet.org (Mike Madias) writes:
>
>Doug talks about a dark part of the soul that is attracted
>to art like Maplethorpes photography
>
>Mickey invites Doug paraphrasing Lou Reed - Hey Doug, take a
>walk on the wild sid

Springer:

"Who's Wild Sid? And would he appreciate a good walking-on?"

Springer, these boots are made for walking....

Springer

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Jan 16, 1995, 12:13:02 AM1/16/95

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In article <ahs106.17...@psu.edu> ahs...@psu.edu (Leslie Horder) writes:
>>I draw a good deal too. Faces are fascinating, but hands are a fun
>>challenge as well...
>
>"Hands. Hmm, I never thought about trying to draw them, but I have
>admired many a set of calloused hands. Or soft. Or young. Or old. They
>also can tell a lot about a person.

Springer:

"There's a Rodin sculpture called 'The Cathedral' which is a pair of
very smooth hands, about two feet long, which are not quite clasped -- they
leave a space inside, you see. And they are two right hands, which means
the hands of two people. I find it a very moving sculpture, but my art
advisor thinks it's kitschy."

Springer, handy with a crescent wrench.

Jamie Eimermann

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Jan 16, 1995, 1:09:42 AM1/16/95

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In article <1995Jan16....@midway.uchicago.edu>,
Springer <sj...@midway.uchicago.edu> wrote:

>Springer:
>
> "There's a Rodin sculpture called 'The Cathedral' which is a pair of
>very smooth hands, about two feet long, which are not quite clasped -- they
>leave a space inside, you see. And they are two right hands, which means
>the hands of two people. I find it a very moving sculpture, but my art
>advisor thinks it's kitschy."
>

Jamie:

"Springer, speaking of art, how did your sculture with the tires turn
out? I seem to remember you were having trouble finding tires for a
project when I first started hanging out here."

>Springer, handy with a crescent wrench.

Jamie, fan of Rodin's 'The Kiss'

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Jan 16, 1995, 10:45:19 PM1/16/95

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In article <3fd2j6$n...@Mars.mcs.com> j...@MCS.COM (Jamie Eimermann) writes:
>In article <1995Jan16....@midway.uchicago.edu>,
>Springer <sj...@midway.uchicago.edu> wrote:
>
>>Springer:
>>
>> "There's a Rodin sculpture called 'The Cathedral' which is a pair of
>

>Jamie:
>
>"Springer, speaking of art, how did your sculture with the tires turn
>out? I seem to remember you were having trouble finding tires for a
>project when I first started hanging out here."

Springer:

"Yeah. Eventually I ended up using some bicycle tires for a completely
different idea. That one worked out pretty well, actually. I knotted the
tires and got a lovely, vine-like effect out of them."

>Jamie, fan of Rodin's 'The Kiss'

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Jan 18, 1995, 7:51:05 PM1/18/95

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>>"It's Alan's fault. He IS a hedgehog after all."

Springer:
"Alan? Have you ever seen _The Company of Wolves_? Do you know what
happens to trouble-making hedgehogs?"

Alan:
"Uhm... " Alan says, looking for ways to escape. Failing that, he rolls
up into a little ball, hoping that the spines on his back will keep predators
away. Too late, he realizes that he really isnt a hedgehog, and instead
is a rather tall man curled up in the foetal position.

Kandace:
Kandace, laughing out loud (really), doesn't know what to make of Alan.
Not wanting him to be an tall embarrassed ball on the floor, she curls up
next to him in a similar ball, hoping to protect his ego.

Alan looks gratefully over at Kandace. Maybe springer won't notice
which curled-up ball is Alan. Sorta like camoflage. Maybe if he just
faloomphed over to where the pillows are, he can make himself
look like nothing more than a fluffy pillow (with a Phluphy Phuzzie
on his shoulder)

"Pssst." he says to Kandace... "make your way over to the Pillow Pile..."

Alan (aj)
faloomph....faloomph....falooomph...Ow.