-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pointy Issue-Pointy Issue-Pointy Issue-Pointy Issue-Pointy Issue-Pointy Issue -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- _ /\ _ _ /\ _ / \_/\_/ \_/\_/ \ M M 0000 0000 SSSSS EEEEEEE / \_/\_/ \_/\_/ \ \_____/ () \_____/ MM MM 0 //0 0 //0 S E \_____/ () \_____/ / \ M M M M 0 // 0 0 // 0 SSSS EEEEE / \ / \__/ \ M M M 0// 0 0// 0 S E / \__/ \ /__________\ M M 0000 0000 SSSSS EEEEEEE /__________\ DDDD RRRR OOOO PPPPP PPPPP IIIII N N GGGGG SSSSS D D R R O O P P P P I NN N G S D D RRRR O O PPPPP PPPPP I N N N G GGG SSSS D D R R O O P P I N NN G G S DDDD R R OOOO P P IIIII N N GGGG SSSSS A-M00SE-ING ANECDOTES AND ILLUMINATION BY AND FOR THE PAWNS OF THE M00SE ILLUMINATI Issue #32| Disclaimer: The Editors will place almost anything in |Nov.10 , 1989 ---------- this newsletter out of a frantic desire to fill the -------------- issue, so don't blame them for the quality or content of the submissions. Except -ing those they may have written themselves, the enclosed items do not in any way represent the Editors' fnord opinions. In fact, let's be real safe, and say that as far as this newsletter is concerned, they have no opinions at all. OK? ================================================================================ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ************************************* STAFF ************************************ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Editor - Patrick Salsbury Submissions to: DangerM00se Back issue requests: WarM00se M00se List updates and changes: Darkling M00se (This space to let): Contact -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- **************************** EDITORIALS AND LETTERS **************************** -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Woof Woof Woof! Hello! My name is Raggs! (If you don't understand that, see "Sleeper", by Woody Allen (c) 1972 or -3) Yes, it's another one of those damned...uh...I mean...WUNNERFUL issues of M00se Droppings come to clutter up your mailboxes and directories! As to the "Pointyness" of this issue...I was just browsing through issue 23 of M.D. this morning, and I stumbled across the Steve Martin poem, "The Pointy Birds." The Pointy Birds are pointy, pointy. They annoint my head, annointy, 'nointy. I thought this was AMAZINGLY funny, and thought I should re-share it with all of you. -Pat - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - (Submitted by BrandyM00se) A SMILE costs nothing, but gives much. It enriches those who receive, without making poorer those who give. it takes but a moment, but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever. None is so rich or mighty that he can get along without it, and none is so poor but that he can be made rich by it. A smile creates happiness in the home, fosters good will in business, and is the countersign of friendship. It brings rest to the weary, cheer to the discouraged, sunshine to the sad, and it is nature's best antidote for trouble. Yet it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is something that is of no value to anyone until it is given away. Some people are too tired to give you a smile. Give them one of yours, as none needs a smile so much as he who has no more to give. - author unknown to me. 0 0 > \_/ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Imagine you are a poor seafaring lobster who can't quite afford to book passage aboard the Queen Mary (is that still running???). So, quite naturally (literally quite naturally), you begin to swim from point a to point b, both point a and point b being basically water somewhere, which looks like water everywhere, except for water at toxic waste sites, or somesuch. Anyhow, as you relax, working out, doing the backstroke, you realize that there is a vast net around you. Suddenly you are pulled into a boat very unlike the Queen Mary, and soon find yourself on ice. In handcuffs. Upon waking up, you learn that you are either still in handcuffs, or else you are suddenly performing Houdini's last trick. Where to from there????? At last we find out. Some 200+ lb. woman who speaks no decipherable language(at least not decipherable to lobsters)decides you'd look better in her home than in a store. She neglects to mention that the invitation to dinner involves you as the main course. you realize that when she holds you over her cauldron of boiling water and threatens to make you into a chameleon: you will turn a very unnatural shade of red. Well, now is the time to stop this torture of poor harmless sea creatures! join the Lobster Liberation League (LLL)! Now! That's right! what could be a more joyful sight than 30 lobsters trotting happily out the automatic doors of your local supermarket? Hobbling out the doors of your local fish markets(is that the right word???), claw in claw, crying "free at last!", or at least its nearest lobsterian equivalent. The time for action is NOW!!!! brought to you by the LLL goodbye and hello as always, valerie (aka vam00se) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ******************************* EVENTS AND NEWS ******************************** -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bill Dickson and I were discussing having a Mega-Thr0ng-A-Thon sometime soon. I've found a particularly good place for it. (You're not going to beleive this!) BIG M00SE, NY!!!!!!!!! (And better yet!) Population: ***6*** - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hey, Bill! What's the news on those M.I. T-shirts? Send me some info, and I'll post it..... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [I believe this is from Bill Dickson, but I'm not sure.....-Pat] Hi there! It's the Pompous Critic once again, telling you who and what to like if you want to be a hip art snob. Remember, if I don't say it's good, it's not, no matter how much you like it! Today I'm going to review the David Byrne concert that took place at the Palace Theatre in New Haven, CT on November 4. Byrne, as those of you with brains instead of squid in your heads will know, is the singer and songwriter for Talking Heads. He has a new solo album out, with a latin feel to it -- inspired by the song "Mr. Jones," which was on the last Heads album, _Naked_. Byrne isn't alone on this tour. Your Pompous Critic counted fourteen people on the stage at one time, including seven men playing brass instruments of one kind or another, four percussionists, a keyboardist, a female backup singer (who sang a couple of songs herself as well), and Byrne. The guys on the horns took turns playing a spare keyboard, playing some spare percussion, dancing, and singing backup as well. The concert basically consisted of the songs on Byrne's new album, _Rei_Momo_, plus "Mr. Jones" and a song from the Jonathon Demme film, _Something_Wild_. That song is one of the extra tracks on the Compact Disc version of the album. In addition, for the second encore, Byrne played "Papa Legba" from his own film, _True_Stories_. The band looked great. They were all in solid white, they were all enjoying themselves immensely, and they were all *moving*, whenever they didn't have to stand still to play. The seven guys in back had choreographed little movements to each song, and were obviously having a ball. Byrne, even though he looks like Norman Bates and sweats like a pig, could get an award for the Person Who Enjoys Himself The Most On Stage. He was constantly dancing around, by himself or with his backup singer. He suggested we all dance as well, with the warning that "state regulations require that the aisles be kept clear, but there's no aisles in the middle." The energy they put out to the audience was wonderful. So how was the music? Well, let me put it this way: There were only two flaws with the entire concert. The first, more mild one was when Byrne fumbled a drum he was picking up and had to chase it a bit, causing him to get back to the microphone in the middle of a line he was supposed to be singing. He was clearly disturbed by this, but the audience forgave him instantly, and he relaxed again. The second was that there *was* no room to dance. The music was so entertaining, so successfully performed that it was impossible to sit still. Even the older fogies I saw were moving around, and many of the Yalies were doing their best to dance in the four inches they had between their own seats and the seats in front of them. "Mr. Jones" in particular, good as it was, would have been infinitely better in an outdoor theatre with a green for everybody to dance on. It was a bit frustrating, getting all that energy from Byrne and his band, and not having much outlet for it. All in all, it was well worth the money. It was even worth the money that Jethro Tull, four days before, wasn't worth; so I kind of felt as if New Haven had made it up to me. Byrne was friendly, unpretentious, and entirely entertaining. The Pompous Critic says "go see it or be hopelessly crass and inadequately tasteful." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ***************************** FICTION AND POETRY ******************************* -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Armadillo -- Chapter Two by Lord Trelf As you remember, the dame was just about to tell The Armadillo why she needed help when an explosion ripped through the room. The concussive blast came from the direction of the window behind The Armadillo, pushing him forward and onto the dame, knocking her to the floor. The fact that he landed on top of her [after all, what good flatfoot wouldn't be on top of...oh never mind] and the sheer invulnerability of his Armadillo Armor was what saved them both. As the smoke cleared, The Armadillo picked himself up, brushed the loose debris and dust from his trench coat, and helped the dame up to her feet. "Well, that certainly was an adventure, now wasn't it?" he said. The dame gave him a weird look. And Hollywood sued the author for stealing lines from "The Princess Bride". Or at least they would, but they won't ever read this, so screw 'em. "What was that?" the dame breathed, frightened and shocked and confused. "I don't know, but I'm gonna' find out, shweetheart," The Armadillo said. Moving toward the window, he looked out to see a black sedan parked at the curb, and a man in a three piece suit get in. The Armadillo pulled out his revolver with surprising speed for an armadillo and took a few shots at the sedan before it drove off. The car sped of down the street. "Damn," The Armadillo said. "I'll get those sons-a-bitches." "My God!" said the dame, who looked out the window just as the man got into the car. "I know that person! Those are the guys trying to kill me!" The Armadillo turned to her. "Oh really? Who are they and why would the be wanting to kill you?" They were just a coupla' fellas workingfor the mafia until recently. They want me 'cause I'm the only one who knows about their new boss." "Who is this mysterious new boss that they wanna kill you 'cause you know him?" The Armadillo asked. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," the dame said. "Try me," The Armadillo said. "The ressurrected Al Capone," the dame said. "You're right," The Armadillo said, taking the bottle of bourbon out of his pocket and taking a swig. "I don't believe you." On the other side of the city, a figure in a black tuxedo sat behind a very large and opulent desk. A knock sounded at the door. "YWho is it?" asked a very gruff Italian voice that sounded as if it was being spoken through a voice synthesizer. "Duh, it's Lumpy, Boss." "C'mon in Lumpy." Lumpy walked in, stealing himself for the encounter. He looked at the man behind the desk, who's right profile was in view to Lumpy. It was the face of an average middle aged Italian-American, but slightly scared. However, the scars were becoming to his features. Then he turned. Lumpy looked at the other side of the man's face. It was a robotic face: steel skin, mechanical eye, the works. The voice was filtered through a synthesizer in the man's throat, giving it a metallic edge. This side of the man's face always gave Lumpy the willies. "Did you do as I instructed, Lumpy?" the man asked. "Duh, we tried boss, but it didn't work. We blew up his office like you told us we should, but he survived. So did the broad." Lumpy said in a terrified voice. "WHAT!?!??!?" roared the man. "I'm sorry boss. It's dat damn armor of his. It fucked us up." "DID I ASK YOU FOR EXCUSES?" roared the man. He raised his left hand, which was also robotic, and shot a laser beam at Lumpy, disintegrating him instantly. "Let that be a lesson to you," he said. Just then the phone rang. "Hello," the man said. "Al Capone here." IS THIS REALLY AL CAPONE RESSURRECTED? WHO RESSURRECTED HIM? CAN THE ARMADILLO SURVIVE THAT LASER BEAM? DOES THAT DAME HAVE A NAME? IS ANYBODY READING THIS? For the answers to these and few other questions, check out that envelope at "Rick's Place" like I told you last time, or.... Tune in next time...same Armadillo time....same Armadillo channel A production of Superguy Ltd. ---- we're Beatrice - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ode to Life Oh life with your trembling tresses Why do you put me in all of these messes? There's love and there's hate Isn't that great? Then someone comes over and knees ya right in the groin. Life can suck the chrome off a trailor hitch Till then, O.DM00se - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [From hugh@kink.UUCP (Hugh D. Gamble @ Phaedra V's Amiga 2500) - Someone write to these people and send them the m00se.info file! We need to sign them up, and I'm too busy laughing! ;^) -Pat] Number one in the Kinky Cat Sex Series: Kitten With A Whip ================== Kitten with a whip, tail, swish swish, take what you will, get what you wish. Teddy bear in chains, spread on a bed; fantasy games, deep in your head. Puss in leather boots, rising thigh high; black rubber suits; making him cry. Squirm from the blows, writhe from the pain; but teddy bear knows, that he wants it again. Now pussy's all hot, from the power trip; ready or not, next swing's from the hip. Teddy bear sighs; kitty's on top; there's fire in her eyes, and the cat won't stop. The world explodes, her claws dig in; then kitty cat goes, cause she's through with him. Teddy's still tied; lying all alone; even if he tried, he couldn't go home. Kitten with a whip, tail, swish swish, take what you will, get what you wish. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *************************** M00SCELLANEOUS NONSENSE **************************** -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From V093P9AX (Who I still don't know the name of! :) ) Things III A DEMONSTRATION TO THINGS POETRY -------------------------------- Many Hugenots and other 17th century Reformers have asked me, Slapgruck, you are such a great poet. Why don't you teach us the way? To this I say this: "Gnnnnnnnnnnnannnnnnnnnng!!" (For no other reason except I like holding down turtles until they scream for yogurt). I then say, I am neither Slapgruck nor his evil Twin, Brucie, but I'll give you a primer. All is based on the following: Things are good. Things are bad. Things are great. Aren't you glad? Now, you try it. I knew you could. DIALOUGE --------------------------------- Okay. Here's the situation. My broccoli went away on a week's vacation. That is the problem with being a Lenny Bruce fanatic, you get easily bowled over. WHALE GEOMETRY ---------------------------------- We can all benefit from the Society of Sophomores protecting Albatrosses and Djibouti. SOSPAAD, created in 1986, had no real pur- pose when created, but even less after it disbanded in early 1987. After the fall of Southern Civilization (what am I referring to THIS time, PAT 8) ), we lost all of our resourses of recourses. Of course, we can all find the common cure to the common cold by isolating the common cause. I have never screamed at a grapefruit, but it's safer than burning a flag. But, wait . . . THE SCREAMING AT GRAPEFRUIT AMENDMENT ------------------------------------- Yes, folks. Just when you though it was safe to take out your frustrations every morning, we are faced with this. What are we, as omnipotent, impotent, non-potent, impatient, malevolent and malodorous pseudo-Americans, supposed to do??? Nothing, of course. That's what they want. Oh yes, I know their kind, the non- grapefruit discriminants. Why, their common denominator can cause quite an infraction. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ..."Gertie," he crooned...which is a strange thing to say to me, since my name's not Gertie. "Gertie my love, my potato salad, come go with me." Now, I'm not one to quibble over a silly little thing like a name, Goddess knows....ask anyone who's called me Gertie. They'll tell you the same. So I looked into his eyes, like limpid pools of burning petroleum, and hollered, "Yes, Marty my life, my splatball. I'll follow you to the ends of the Earth, or at least 'til next Tuesday." And so we went. I'm not exactly sure *where* we went, but at least it wasn't that dismal palace anymore. That place can get dreary after a while. 'Specially with Stella moaning about the apples in her nostrils. My, what a wet blanket. Definitely depressing. We hopped into Marty's helicopter, and drove off down the road. It really is a nice 'copter - all shiny chrome and gleaming glass and naugahide interior. Too bad for all those naugas, though. Poor things. We bumped along, never a care in the world, until suddenly there was this sickening thud. Marty pulled over and got out to look at what we'd hit. It was a narwhal, the poor thing. Broke its horn clean off, and so it looked just like a manatee. A mortally injured manatee, granted, but a manatee nonetheless. We picked it up, beat it until it was totally and irretrievably dead, and dumped it into the trunk. ("FOOT LOCKER!" Shut up, Stella. I'm telling this story.) A little while later, after Marty strapped on a parachute and bailed out, mumbling something about forgetting to turn off the iron that morning, I took the 'copter down to ground level, and had a look around. Unfortunately, I took it too far and ended up decapitating a whole schoolyard full of kids with the 'copter blades. Hey, when I goof, at least it's productive. I dragged myself out of the burning, twisted wreckage, only to find that the trunk and a case of Chivas Regal had been thrown clear. Being unable to carry either one of them for any distance, what with the narwhal carcass in the trunk and everything, I decided to make the best of a bad job and have a party. I opened the trunk, thinking to hack off a few narwhal steaks to roast in the burning wreckage, only to find that the narwhal was gone and a full array of Mary Kay cosmetics had appeared in its place. (Yes, it was the trunk from the living room.) Well. If I couldn't barbecue narwhal, I'd have to make do as best I could. I searched around the carnage of the schoolyard for some tidbits, and you know something? Children wings basted with cold cream really does hit the spot. Especially when chased with a couple of bottles of Chivas. Aaaaaaaah! Well, just about then, I heard the sound of windswept nylon, and Marty landed square on my head. Little darling - he's such a kidder. He scrambled off, hacking at the shroud lines with a bow saw, and screaming about spiders. What a character. I tried to follow him, but ended up getting lost among all the ambulances which suddenly appeared. All those pretty flashing lights. Quite hypnotic. I guess that's what first attracted me to Marty. Ambulances follow him, like sharks follow a whaling ship. He really does lead an exciting life. Just your daily dose of wierdness.... Lorelei - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [Submitted (Without even knowing it! ;^) ) by atw@mtunf.ATT.COM (Allen Ward) ANOTHER not-m00se that should be! -Pat] LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD 1989 Once upon a time the was a girl by the name of Little Red Riding Hood, who was on her way to her Grandmother's house. As she passed a large rock a large bear jumped out and said "Red Riding Hood, The Big bad wolf is waiting for you at your grandmother's house. He said he's going to tie you down on the bed, and screw your brains out!" "No he won't," said Little Red Riding Hood. "I've got a gun, and if he tries that I'll blow him away!" So off goes Little Red Riding Hood down the road to Grandmother's house when she is approached by a rabbit. "Little Red Riding Hood, the Big bad wolf is waiting for you at your Grandmother's house, He said he's going to tie you down to the bed and screw your brains out!" "I'm not worried Mr. Rabbit, I've got a gun, and if he tries something, he's going to be in big trouble." So off goes Red down the road and finally arriving at Grandmother's house. As she walks through the front door the Big bad wolf jumps out and says,"AH HA, Now I've got you Little Red Riding Hood! I"m going to tie you to this bed and screw your brains out!" Red Riding Hood quickly pulls her piece and says "OH NO YOU'RE NOT GOING TO TIE ME TO THE BED AND SCREW MY BRAINS OUT, I HAVE A GUN AND YOU'RE GOING TO EAT ME LIKE THE FAIRY TALE SAYS!!!!" Fairy Tales have changed! AL {PROTECTOR OF THE PLEASURE PRINCIPLE} - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [Submitted by Yale-Martin -Pat] ----------------------------------------------------------------- _The Cat in the Hat_ by Dr. Seuss, 61 pages. Beginner Books, $3.95 Reviewed by: Josh LeBeau The Cat in the Hat is a hard-hitting novel of prose and poetry in which the author re-examines [?] through the window of their single-family dwelling. In the foreground, a large tree/phallic symbol dances wildly in the wind, taunting the children and encouraging them to succumb to the sexual yearnings they undoubtedly feel for each other. Even to the most unlearned reader, the blatant references to the incestuous relationship the two share set the tone for Seuss' probing examination of the satisfaction of primitive needs. The Cat proceeds to charm the wary youths into engaging in what he so innocently refers to as "tricks." At this point, the fish, an obvious Christ figure who represents the prevailing Christian morality, attempts to warn the children, and thus, in effect, warns all of humanity of the dangers associated with the unleashing of the primal urges. In response to this, the cat proceeds to balance the aquatic naysayer on the end of his umbrella, essentially saying, "Down with morality; down with God!" After poohpoohing the righteous rantings of the waterlogged Christ figure, the Cat begins to juggle several icons of Western culture, most notably two books, representing the Old and New Testaments, and a saucer of lactal fluid, an ironic reference to maternal loss the two children experienced when their mother abandoned them "for the afternoon." Our heroic Id adds to this bold gesture a rake and a toy man, and thus completes the Oedipal triangle. Later in the novel, Seuss introduces the proverbial Pandora's box, a large red crate out of which the Id releases Thing One, or Freud's concept of Ego, the division of the psyche that serves as the conscious mediator between the person and reality, and Thing Two, the Superego which functions to reward and punish through a system of moral attitudes, conscience, and guilt. Referring to this box, the Cat says, "Now look at this trick. Take a look!" In this, Dr. Seuss uses the children as a brilliant metaphor for the reader, and asks the reader to re-examine his own inner self. The children, unable to control the Id, Ego, and Superego allow these creatures to run free and mess up the house, or more symbolically, control their lives. This rampage continues until the fish, or Christ symbol, warns that the mother is returning to reinstate the Oedipal triangle that existed before her abandonment of the children. At this point, Seuss introduces a many-armed cleaning device which represents the psychoanalytic couch, which proceeds to put the two youngsters' lives back in order. With powerful simplicity, clarity, and drama, Seuss reduces Freud's concepts on the dynamics of the human psyche to an easily understood gesture. Mr. Seuss' poetry and choice of words is equally impressive and serves as a splendid counterpart to his bold symbolism. In all, his writing style is quick and fluid, making _The Cat in the Hat_ impossible to put down. While this novel is 61 pages in length, and one can read it in five minutes or less, it is not until after multiple readings that the genius of this modern day master becomes apparent. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Josh LeBeau writes for Koala, UCSD's humor newspaper, which has absolutely no copyright notices anywhere. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ******************************* MEET THE M00SES ******************************** -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- NAME: Michael Oose SCHOOL ADDRESS: Drew University BC-COMPCEN Madison, NJ 07940 PHONE NUMBER: Drew Ext. 8423 NODE NAME: DRUNIVAC USERID: MOOSE HOME ADDRESS: RD 1 Harappa, ON SCHOOL: Drew University CLASS: 1993 MAJOR: Computer Science NICKNAMES: Mike (friends and family) Mr. Oose (zoo keepers, animal trainers, publishers clearing house) Moose (close friends and mammals) Animal (those who have seen me eat) Communist Pig (those who don't like mooses) Dinner (hunters) BIRTHDATE: Sometime in the late 60's (what do you expect I was born in the woods). RELIGION: Mookerjian (I worship the confused moose god.) POLITICS: Anarchist PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Big, heavy, furry, big nose, two big antlers, a stylist tail, four long strong legs, two big brown eyes. I don't wear glasses since they won't balance right on my nose, and besides contacts are much better for those rare moments I am being chased by hunters. HOBBIES: I like to write trashy romance novels (I am still working on the first one.) I love to play practical jokes, and leave my friends weird mail. I am also member of a semi-secret Illuminati orginization. I also like to sleep, and sometimes chase rug rats. Oh, eating, how could I ever forget that. I love to eat line printer paper. YUM! I watch soap operas too. Playing dead at the side of a major highway is always fun. READING: I read a lot of nature books. They remind me of home. I also tend to spend a lot of time researching the great trash authors of this decade. Romance novels are so educational. MUSIC: I'm a wilderness moose. I love that hoof stomping country beat, and their wonderfully traditional "my dog died" lyrics. They make me feel at home. That doesn't make me stuff though. On weekends I wear some fancy fur and slick back my antlers for a night at the clubs. Such fun. I am the life of the party there because I have more feet than anyone else there, and let me tell you what an added advantage a tail is at those places! FAVORITE TV SHOW: Bullwinkle. (He's my hero.) FAVORITE MOVIES: The Moose That Ate Everything, The Three Mooseketeers THINGS THAT ANNOY ME: Moose Hunters, construction sites, forest fires, paper shortages Zoos, People trying to make cloth lines on my antlers. LOVES: The company of fellow mooses. I'm all alone at the moment. ATTENTION FEMALE MOOSES: SEND MAIL. QUOTES: Mooooooooose. -Unknown ArooooOOOOOOoooooooo. -Traditional I'm so confused. -Bullwinkle I'm so depressed. -unavailable for further comment -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *************** AND, OF COURSE, THE UBIQUITOUS M00SE LIST UPDATE *************** -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- TOTAL CHAPTERS: 162 THRONG/CHAPTER USERID NODE NAME -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alaska thr0ng FSDEM2 @ ALASKA Mugwump (5 chapters) FSJBK @ ALASKA G00se FSJPC @ ALASKA Jonathan FSSTM @ ALASKA Steve Munk TSJV @ ALASKA Boogel Apple Computer, inc. chapter REWING @ APPLE.COM SlickRick Berkeley chapter MHIRSCH @ MATH.BERKELEY.EDU Micheal Boston University thr0ng ENLDC8C @ BUACCA Paladin (3 chapters) LAN @ BUCSF.BU.EDU Larry Nathanson CLXLAUC @ BUACCA Rorshach Brockport thr0ng DS1437 @ BROCK1P Don Schleede (3 chapters) KG5927 @ BROCK1P Fry-Guy MW2440 @ BROCK1P FryM00se Bucknell Chapter SHAFFERJ @ BKNLVMS James Shaffer The U.B. Mega/Giga Throng (46 Chapters) V047KFZ7 @ UBVMS Grim-M00se V054NN84 @ UBVMS PacifistM00se V056GZPK @ UBVMS BritM00se V056QKT3 @ UBVMS L0i0m00se V061REGM @ UBVMS Captain Devious! 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M00se, SgtGim00se V133NNUW @ UBVMS BigBadM00se V285RAAG @ UBVMS Sm00sh V291NHTP @ UBVMS Pat, WarM00se, DangerM00se V409EPKE @ UBVMS CygM00se And our REMOTE members of the UB SUPERTHR0NG: JJZ @ S.CC.PERDUE.EDU EC256A46 @ CANISIUS Claudette M00se DMCGURRIN @ CANISIUS Long Legs Dee M00se HARRIS @ CANISIUS (NO NAME GIVEN) IN%"JPRISCO @OSWEGO.OSWEGO.EDU Pope Zaphod I of the 80 M00ses Colgate U chapter JSIMON @ COLGATEU Jamie Connecticut College chapter LMRAC @ CONNCOLL Rat Connecticut State U thr0ng CLAFFEY_JOR @ CTSTATEU Indiana Joe (8 chapters) COLANGELO @ CTSTATEU Ken Colangelo CRAMER @ CTSTATEU Scopus HENNEQUI_WEM @ CTSTATEU Anonym00se LEE_JES @ CTSTATEU SalmonM00se PHINNEY_AVK @ CTSTATEU Phredde WENGER_BRE @ CTSTATEU WITHALL @ CTSTATEU Goblin Cornell thr0ng CBRY @ CORNELLA Ladykate (2 chapters) ZEMANIAN%CHEME.DECNET @ CHEME.TN.CORNELL.EDU Spaceman Biff CUNY chapter S99QC @ CUNYVM Yossi Drew Thr0ng KLOHNER @ DRUNIVAC Karl Lohner (3 chapters) MHEAD @ DREW Drewid MOOSE @ DRUNIVAC Mr. Oose HABiT (H0use 0f Ap0stles DB06103 @ UAFSYSB M00se Man 0f Biggles Thr0ng) DB06103 @ UAFSYSB Ms. M00se (3 chapters) JC06081 @ UAFSYSB Nemesis Milph Hartford thr0ng AHRENS @ HARTFORD Wrangle (7 chapters) BEAUBIEN @ HARTFORD Sindex DICKSON @ HARTFORD Pickle/MOON ROACH! ROSSI @ HARTFORD The Chairman SZIMMERM @ HARTFORD Greymalkin WEIMAN @ HARTFORD Rhiannon/Sushi WHITE @ HARTFORD Demon Ick Haverford thr0ng K_KRAVITZ @ HVRFORD Q.[A (2 chapters) S_BLINN @ HVRFORD Sean Blinn Kansas State Uni. Chapter BETH1 @ KSUVM Beth Lansing, NY thr0ng B45J @ CORNELLA Lord Sabre (4 chapters) B45J @ CRNLVAX5 Half-Elf B45J @ CRNLVAX5 The Innkeeper WXCY @ CRNLVAX5 Lord Trelf Loyola thr0ng FRANK @ LOYVAX Spank (8 chapters) GAIL @ LOYVAX Sybil KEVIN @ LOYVAX Mr. Sparebuttonssuppliedwithhisshirt MARKUS @ LOYVAX Markus MARY_BETH @ LOYVAX Cinderella PAMELA @ LOYVAX Mommydammit STASA @ LOYVAX Phoenix TERESA @ LOYVAX Teresa Maine chapter IO80222 @ MAINE Rainmaker Marist chapter KKG1 @ MARISTB Crimson M00se New Hampshire Uni. 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