1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask.... 2 ************************** INSTALLED: 23 JAN 85 ******************** 3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day system operator 4 ************************************************************ 5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION 6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM. 7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned 8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public. 9 No restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is 10 privately owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which 11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be 12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved) 13 To leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the 14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the 15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace 16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up. 17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system. 18 ************************************************************ 19 20 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ 21 22 She did not mean it, not then, she was too frustrated, I never trusted her, not enough. 23 24 I sat down in the chair, softened it for my body, wrapped myself in a blanket til I was only uncomfortable. And too warm. 25 26 The radio was playing, the lyrics rose and fell, one rose while the other fell, it disappeared forever, til next played. 27 28 lLyrics buffted me, they tired me. They should be more noble, something ought to be noble now. They simply played and no one 29 said a word to me. 30 31 I was crying, mourning my loss of beauty, I saw none. The curves of a breast meant only sex to me, and not simply to watch. 32 I was scared, and yet, something awesome was being born inside me, and I was scared of it. 33 34 A lonely feeling, I admitted, a feeling two months old within me. A feeling of loss, or pathetic cries, never sure which, I 35 remembered, the bronchitus in her, the delirium of worry, worrying about my feelings when she discarded me. 36 37 The sense of trust ended there, again I was isolated, and my face started showing signs of perpetual worry, selfish worry, 38 and no one said a word to me. 39 40 Another drop slid over my eyelids, fell down my cheeks. I was counting. Twenty-two so far, and still, no said a word to me. 41 42 Niot a word. 43 44 Another feeling, decision was discernable, if I wanted too. At one moment, I would want tto discern the decision, and at the 45 other moment, I would retreat into a frightened evaluation. 46 47 And It was there, and since I was mature I ought to take it and enact this. And a moment after I thought this, I still did. 48 49 A sense of terrible purpose had filled the space where indecision was, and I was going to do this thing. 50 51 One-thousand-one tears. 52 53 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ 54 55 above... please enter the next episode soon... i am worried... and perhaps for more than your story... i note a sense of 56 fright when i read your stories... and i worry about you... 57 58 tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt 59 60 mark... i am tilean... only now did i notice you did not know... anyway... i did not make you out to be a liar... i will 61 send you a private message on cbbs aloha... if you want to talk... 62 tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt 63 64 :::::::::::O O::::::::01/24::::::::::::::::::::::00:49:::::::O O::::::::: 65 L'homme: are you now using ^A's as a delay character? Reading your last 66 couple of entries, I got a lot of AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA's. 67 Alex: regarding the irradiation of various (un)friendlies, my answer at 68 present is a definite 'maybe'. I'm working a lot of OT these days, and if 69 I get it out of the way during the week, I don't have to go in on Sat. or Sun. 70 What time would the festivities be beginning? 71 If you don't see this message, let me know, and I'll repeat it on PCS. 72 :::::::::::::::::O O::::::::::::::voyeur:::::::::::::::O O::::::::::::::::: 73 ............................................................................. 74 (UPI Portland) Several thousand dollars worth of damage were done to a local 75 home early this morning. Police were investigating the home of Mike Day, who 76 had early been arrested on several counts of espionage, when several sounds 77 "exactly like a .357" (according to one officer involved) were heard. The 78 Multnomah County Sheriff admits that his men "may have over-reacted" by open- 79 ing fire. The police, according to a neighbor, "let loose with everything 80 with they had. I haven't seen that kind of firepower since 'Nam". Day, 81 according to neighbors, was noted as a brewer, and one eyewitness suggested 82 that the "gunshots" were actually only a couple of bottles popping their caps, 83 since home-brewed ales are noted for their yeast content and expansiveness. 84 Another neighbor said that Day had a room "made up just like an Inn. He liked 85 to stand behind the bar, pour drinks, and listen to stories his friends told 86 him." While the Sheriff's office had no comment on whether the ale was indeed 87 the cause of the shooting, an additional charge of brewing without a license 88 has been lodged against Day. 89 ............................................................................. 90 ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZippy 91 Hmmm, Been a while... 92 Guardian, Out of curiosity, how might you have met "My long-haired friend", and how did you know that I knew her? 93 But regardless, I will ask her tomorrow. 94 Mark, If I may be so bold, starting ann argument with tilean is highly inadvisible, as he has an almost Klingonoid 95 air about himself when he gets into conflict. 96 Prometheus, I'll have the monitor for you tomorrow, so you needn't worry about not getting your credit. 97 CaTammy, Are you still in existance? 98 IfZZZZZZZZZZZZ 99 Consciousness slowly returned to me as I rolled over. Bad move, I thought as the pain from the open wound on my 100 shoulder arced across my chest. I barely managed to sit up as the memories of the previous evening's fun came back to 101 me. "HI rI looked around at my surroundings: A decidedly feminine bedroom. I was lying on a decidedly feminine be 102 with decidedly feminine pink sheets ; I hate pink. Painfully, I propped myself up onto my elbows. Just then, the door 103 gave opened, and a breathtakingly beautiful woman entered the room. She was about 5'4", with long, dark flowing hair 104 that danced on the blue silk blouse that she wore. Somehow, she looked quite familiar, as if from a previous life. She 105 carbent down next to me and began to help me up. I r"I'm ok. I can move." I lied as I started my doomed attemt to rise. 106 Fortunately, the bed was still beneath me as my leg rudely told me to go bug somebody else. The girl, who couldn't have 107 been more than 17 or 18, again started to help me up, this time with an "I-told-you-so" sort of grin on her face. 108 This time I let her. For the first time, I saw her face close up; she was evn more beautiful than before. Painfully, we 109 made our way to the bathroom, which was abnormally large, with an equally oversized bathtub, w 110 which the woman then told me to get into. Slowly I complied. Getting my clothes off gave me a a chance to survey my 111 damage: I was a wreck. I had skin missing from both legs, and what looked like a bullet wound in my left shoulder. 112 I didn't remember getting shot, but the memory of being flung from the Greyhound was inescapable. 113 The tub was almost full as I stepped in. The woman was still in the room, and giving me a look that made me long for 114 my Mr. Bubble. 115 TheI realized with a start that I still didn't know exactly who this person was. 116 "Ummm, If I may be so bold, Ummm, Who exactly are you?" I asked. 117 "My name is Christine Leason." She said in a trilling voice. "You are Dr. Alexi Danforth, aren't you?" Hmmm, I thought, 118 How did she know that?? "How did you know that?", I asked, suddenly feeling stupid as I remembered a little something 119 that had been in existance for a long time: identification; commonly found in one's wallet. 120 "It's called Identification", She said, "Commonly found in one's wallet.", she continued, lifting a hand to reveal my 121 pilot's liscense. "But seriously, My father and I have been looking for you for some time now. We need your 122 expertise.". "What expertise might that be?" I asked, now wishing desperately for my Mr.Bubble. "Later." She said,"right 123 now we have to get you patched back together" She picked up a scrub-brush and started toward the tub. 124 I wasn't so sure I wanted my Mr. Bubble anymore... 125 ZZZZZZZZZZZZ 126 Hmmm, My first attempt at BW fiction... What do you think? Should I bother continuing?? Please let me know... 127 ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZippy 128 up 20 129 ZZZZZ 130 Enter only.. DRAT!! 131 ZZZZZ 132 Zippy: Looks good to me... eavesdropper 133 134 Long night this night 135 136 ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 137 138 I slowly lifted my head, enjoying for a few seconds more the feathered pillow that softened this mattress. No, not seconds, 139 more like moments, which are more easily twisted into hours when you do not want to wake up. 140 141 Soft things filled my room, from the pillow to the soft animals I pet and worried over as a child, and many other things. 142 And not a single one of them did I care about, I looked around and there was nothing that I would not delete if it became a 143 useless thing. 144 145 I do not care about these things, I told myself, and I beleived myself about this. The reason I do not destroy them is that 146 it would be stupid, shredding something simply to be shredding something makes no sense. 147 148 It was strange, to feel this, and deep inside I was shivering, to know what I seemed to have become while I slept. I have no 149 part of me left from the night before! Is this what it is like to be a grown-up?!? 150 151 ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 152 153 A startling sense of purpose came over me, as I realized that I was going to this thing. 154 155 My fingers sslid between the holes. I pulled back to dial the other well practiced numbers. Often I had dialed there, and 156 hung up quickly, scared of her. 157 158 My fingers grasped the loops, and wrapped them beneath each other, pulled tight. Shoes were tied, pockets held what they 159 should, and my coat was on. 160 161 I fell into the bench, pleased to be simply sitting again after the jog to get to the stop before the 4:20 am bus went by. 162 163 I extened my wrists, hand gripped the bar, fingers dripped the coins, eyes met the driver's, shame averted my eyes from his. 164 She still laid there, crying, perhaps she knew what was happening, what would. 165 166 I tugged at the wire, letting go soon after, soon Amy would come to the door, soon I would nestle with her. Would she hold 167 Or would she force her tounge into my mouth? 168 169 I pushed the proper bell, waited for the chime, this house ought to have a chime, perfect for one I thought. I heard Amy 170 stumbling down her stairs and start to turn the knob. 171 172 The overwhelming presence of this moment as a here and now amazed me, as I looked at her beauty and realized what I had now 173 committed myself to. What I had done, and was going to do. 174 175 She shushed me, told me to be quiet, the neighbors and all, and led me up stairs to her bed room, which added to my tention. 176 To my suprise, she sat down on the terrace floor, looking out from her bedroom. Sitting on the cement, suddenly still, I 177 could not but think thoughts that were to me, profound, to other's foolish. 178 179 I extended my arms, she took them and held me tightly, seemingly in defiance of Lana. We held each other for a long time, 180 her face hidden from my sight by her hair. 181 182 She started weeping, or I noticed her weeping, I am not sure, and she sobbed "I do not care about the," She sobbed back yet 183 another series of shudders and continued "soft things in my room, I do not care any more about their beauty." A startled look 184 of amazement crossed my face. 185 186 I sat her up, straightening her beautiful back, and held her soft cheeks so that she looked at my eyes, and told her the way 187 I had been feeling for the past two weeks. And we both cried. 188 189 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ 190 _______________________ 191 ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 192 The fourth Allen brother was Stewart, who had a temper every bit as quick 193 to ignite as his flame-red hair indicated. Although he was accepted as a 194 brother by the others, he had come home with Jeff one day--and had stayed with 195 the Allens thereafter. He wouldn't ever speak of his origins, but the others 196 noticed how upset he would get whenever he saw a child mistreated. He'd had 197 several fist-fights with men he had seen abusing their horses, but his fists 198 weren't quite so quick as his anger, and it had taken interference by one or 199 another of the brothers to save him from a couple of bad beatings. 200 The last of the brothers was Mickey, and no-one was quite sure why he was 201 so much larger than the rest. Although he wasn't "taller than any tree I 202 ever seen", as Mike said once, at 6'7" he towered over his brothers by at 203 least six inches. He had shoulders and strength to match, and had repeatedly 204 beaten all comers in the wrestling matches at the county fair. We was the 205 most gentle of the brothers, his size ensuring that few would dare provoke 206 him. A ragged scar ran down his face, a reminder of the one fight he had l 207 been losing, where his opponent had been putting the boots to him before 208 Mickey had realized, that big as he was, he was in a fight for his life. 209 After he'd understood that, well, then he'd reached up with those massive 210 hands and broken the man's arm. Afterward, he tried to apologize for hurting 211 the other man, but the man's friends wouldn't let Mickey anywhere near him. 212 A tough lot, the Allen brothers, the forman thought to himself as he 213 moved on up the hill, and yet there was no-one he'd rather have on his side 214 when things got rough, or when the work needed to be done. He would ask Mike 215 if they wouldn't mind helping him build a new home for his wife and son. The 216 company quarters given to a foreman were fine for a man on his own, but were 217 too dirty and dingy for a woman, especially a woman like Kim. Besides, she 218 was determined that Jinkin would go to school regularly. The foreman doubted 219 the use of schooling, but when Kim got her mind set, it was always easier--or 220 at least more peaceful--to do things the way she wanted. Like his boy's name: 221 what kind of name was Jinkin for a man? He didn't care that it was the name 222 of his wife's maternal grandfather, and he doubted anyone else but she did 223 either. Well, it was over and done with, no use crying over spilled milk. At 224 least she wasn't lazy, which was more than he could say for more than most of 225 the people from Ireland. 226 Billy Cleary was a perfect example of why the Irish shouldn't be allowed 227 in America; almost as big as Mickey Allen, he didn't do half the work. He was 228 probably up in the fog somewhere, sitting on his butt and smoking a cigarette. 229 If only the foreman could catch him doing that, then Cleary'd be practically 230 rode out of town on a rail! There was nothing more dreaded in the huge pine 231 forests than fire, and all smoking was strictly forbidden by every timber com- 232 pany. All Cleary, and his best friend and fellow lay-about Bob Starbuck, 233 cared about was the rotgut whiskey and whores they got in town. Well, as 234 careless as the two of them were, maybe they'd fall out of the tree they were 235 topping and end the foreman's problems... 236 ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< 237 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 238 As the sun sank low in the evening sky, the piper stood watching the 239 celestial light show -- waiting to see that pure flash of lambent green 240 that legend says follows the tropical sunset. The tropical sun was bloated 241 and red near the horizon, swelled and cooled by the invisible mists in the 242 depth of atmosphere the light traversed before reaching the island. The 243 piper shivered slightly, then chuckled thinking of the chill weather back 244 at the inn. A shiver in 70 degree weather? The misty rains of his native 245 climate might kill him, if this was cold. 246 He felt a small hand steal into his palm. He could not see her face in 247 the shadows with eyes narrowed to follow the glory of the sun. As the 248 bottom rim of the sun began its plunge into the deeps, she spoke. 249 The piper did not recall the exact words she used -- the tone and intonation 250 and marshalling of argument and counter-argument -- but he felt himself 251 swayed by her purpose. By the time the green flash swept over the heavens, 252 he had agreed to postpone his departure for several more weeks. He had 253 acknowledged his debt long ago and she was starting to call it due. 254 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 255 HI THERE EVERYBODY! JUST TESTING MY MACHINE HERE. MAKING SURE THAT IT IS 256 TRANSMITTING OK AT 300 BUAD. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME. 257 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- 258 OK. I COME BACK AFTER HAVING BEEN GONE FOR AWHILE AND ALL I FIND ARE A COUP 259 LE OF LOVE AFFAIR STORIES. EXCEPT FOR PIPER, ALL OF THE FANTASY SEEM TO HAV 260 E DISAPPEARED AND NET SEEMS TO BE ONLY A PASSING THING. WELL, WELL. IT'S A 261 LITTLE STRANGE. BOTH OF THE LOVE AFFAIR STORIES LOOK A LOT ALIKE. 4:20? AND 262 I THOUGHT THAT MY HOURS WERE STRANGE. I THINK THAT I WILL PUT IN MY OWN PIE 263 CE OF A STORY IF I CAN THINK OF ONE. SOME OF THE STUFF THAT I USED TO READ 264 HERE LOOKED LIKE THEY WERE GOING TO GO TO SOME KIND OF MAGAZINE FOR PUBLISH 265 ING. I'LL JUST HAVE TO SETTLE WITH WHAT I CAN GET FOR NOW. CAN SOMEBODY LET 266 ME KNOW IF THIS ROMANCE STUFF IS GOING TO STICK AROUND FOR AWHILE? MAYBE I 267 CAN FORCE MYSELF TO WRITE ONE OF THEM IF THAT'S WHAT PEOPLE WANT. <<8:36>> 268 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- JUGGLER -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- 269 270 OFF 271 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ( ...) 272 ZZZZZZZippy: She is all you said she is. 273 $$$$$$: If that is the way it has to be. I know that you're not alone. 274 Juggler: If you don't already know, the underlying theme at The INN is murcurial at best sometimes. Yes, it does look like 275 romances are the thing to do right now, but you are only partially correct. You've missed one hum-dinger of a NET series. 276 Almost EVERYONE that was in on it was included, and then some. Your loss... 277 Grizzly: Alright, Buckwheat... Keep up the insinuations and me thinks you shall 278 be cannon fodder in no time. GRRR to you too... 279 Others: Hiya! Howzit goin'? 280 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ --->the missing Guardian 24:09? 281 282 EN 283 ********************************************************************* 284 VOYEUR: ACTUALLY, L'HOMME USED ^O WHICH I CHANGED TO ^A AS I GOT SICK 285 AND TIRED OF IT FLIPPING MY TERMINAL AT WORK TO INVERSE VIDEO. 286 *********************** CISTOP MIKEY ***************************************** 287 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . so capa de sombras. . 288 Gaurdian- I haven't spoke/wrote to you in awile, saying "hi!" 289 Adrian- Everything you write here is wonderful... 290 Prometheus- Thank you. 291 Katherine- Yesternoon I thought up a poem. Uncloaked, my face is... I shall 292 leave it on the lines below. Titled, it is not. If you or another thinks of a 293 title, tell it to me... I'm sure it could follow many. The tongue we speak by 294 gives words twisted meanings. Thank you for your note, consequently... 295 296 white light shines down apon the rose 297 the light scares away the darkness 298 the darkness, the blackness, crawls into its shadow 299 brilliance causes clarity to give away 300 sun light streches across the darkened sky 301 worshipped, it is the cause of growing things 302 glorified, it gives us birth 303 hated, becomes the fall of night 304 the rose becomes enchanted by contrast 305 its beauty reflects the starlit night 306 ugliness is seen by squinted eye 307 the black rose is called Evil, like the night 308 violent hands grip the rose 309 palms are pierced, crimson falls with petals 310 unpronounced goes the death of beauty 311 falling past without proper recognition 312 . . . . . . . . . . . . -Tanya. . . . . 313 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ETC.^^^^^^^ 314 Tanya 315 Thank you for the complement. May I return it, as I find the poem above 316 to be wonderful. 317 Knifewealder 318 Awaiting the next installment. Good stuff, but it scares me. I guess 319 that is testimony to just how good it is. 320 P.S. Tanya 321 Good to see you here again. 322 Adrian 323 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ETC.^^^^^^^^^ 324 DOES ANYONE KNOW OF A CARMEN SMITH?? IF YOU KNOW HER, PLEASE HAVE HER 325 CALL THE 800 NUMBER, SHE WILL UNDERSTAND....THANKS 326 Hmmm. What's going on here? Guardian, you seem to be the one who tells us 327 occasional droppers-in about missing episodes(disks?).... 328 { ^+/* ---------------- ^+/* ---------------- */+^ ---------------- */+^ } 329 Being around the Inn for some time now, both as a lurker and a participant, 330 I've come to appreciate it as a place where people can express what they are 331 thinking and feeling. There's an aspect of the interaction here that I feel 332 is worth noting. Please understand I'm not presenting this as some sort of 333 fact so much as merely a way of looking at things. Some people view others in 334 what I would call 'acceptance mode'. No matter what they have to say either 335 pro or con there as air of acceptance of the other person's viewpoint. On the 336 other hand are those who get into 'judgement mode' where a determination of 337 the quality of the other person's viewpoint is made. There will be some of 338 each of these modes in most any ongoing interaction. It's not always easy to 339 indicate or detect which mode is in effect. 340 { ^+/* --------------- The Mesolithic Mathematician --------------- */+^ } 341 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ........... 342 lurk... 343 Geez, talk about garbage, what was the above all about? 344 All: when did this poem thing start? The earliest poem I remember(short term memory is the first to go) was from Logan. 345 Who was before that? 346 Well, if poems are the thing, I guess I might as well join in... 347 348 REACH. 349 TOMMOROW IS NEAR. 350 SEARCH. 351 YESTERDAY IS GONE. 352 FEEL. 353 LOVE IS FLOWING. 354 SPEAK. 355 OTHERS MUST KNOW. 356 LISTEN. 357 WORDS ARE RETURNING. 358 SLEEP. 359 TIME MOVES SWIFTLY. 360 AWAKEN. 361 DEATH IS A THIEF. 362 SILENCE. 363 364 IT IS NOW... 365 366 lurk... 367 |_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_| 368 LURK ABOVE: Glad to see your not doing so. 369 |_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_| 370 WANTED: A GOOD TERMINAL PROGRAM, OR ADVICE ON THE BEST COPY PROGRAM FOR THE 64. LEAVE RESPONSES WITH THE HEADER (HAVE:) 371 IT WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED. 372 THIS IS FRED. CHECKING IN FOR THE FIRST TIME 373 374 375 376 LIST 377 378 OFF 379 380 381 HOW DO I GET OUT OF THIS? 382 383 384 Well well. Backwater is going through a phase I've not seen much of before - 385 all the Harlequin Romances. Not to mention the poetry. I myself am waiting for 386 the return to the fantasy (remember Oz? The Bolos?). 387 A few more turns of the wheel, I suppose. Waiting is. 388 _innocent bysitter_ 389 ONCE HOOKED TO THE MACHINE, THE ATTENTION WAS FIRMLY RIVETED. HE COULD NOT TEAR AWAY, DESPITE THE CRIES OF HIS CHILDREN AND 390 WIFE. THE BLOOD DRAINED FROM HIS EYES. HE WAS DECIDEDLY FOREVER WITHIN THE 391 OTHER WORLD BEHIND THE SCREEN. "GIVE ME THAT", SHE HOLLERED. 392 393 I GUESS HE DID.... 394 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# 395 L'homme: Hum, I wonder who it was then? Oh well... Glad to hear you're better. 396 #$##$##$##$# 397 Quickly, I moved through the massive door. Shots were fired again, this time by automatic weapons. It sounded 398 like a full-scale invasion. What had NET done that warranted this? 399 The man (who was this guy, anyway?) quickly told me that we were under full attack, and that few agents were around 400 to hold them back. We were evacuating. 401 The man led me farther and farther, through a twisty maze of passages until I felt sure we were lost. 402 Suddenly, we burst into sunlight. Our flight had covered several blocks underround. Off to my left I saw the man 403 who called himself L'homme, carrying several weapons and scanning the area behind us. He threw me my chrono and Betsy 404 as we kept going. 'I wonder where to now?', I thought. 405 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# Farley #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# 22:28 - 01/24/85 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# 406 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] 407 To: Mr. MacHinery 408 From: John K. O'Hara, District Supervisor, North American continent 409 Subject: Common problems 410 Yes, Mr. MacHinery, we do seem to have some personnel problems. Harry "Sluggs" 411 Foster, one of our operatives, has a nasty habit of hiring teenage punks to do 412 dirty work. Of course, the intelligence level of the work itself decreases as 413 a whole. Measures have been taken to insure that similar happenings do not 414 occur in the future. But we, it seems, are not the only agency with troubles. 415 YOUR agents, Minsky and Flemming, have problems just checking in regularly. 416 I do hope you'll be able to correct the situation soon. Oh, by the way, I just 417 heard about the assault on one of your holding areas. Tough break, I would 418 say. One would think that someone has assumed command of the Bajkneeshies and 419 ordered them to attack. You don't have any enemies that would want to do that, 420 do you? 421 -John K. O'Hara 422 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] 423 To: All UNDERGROUND operatives 424 From: John K. O'Hara, District Supervisor, North American continent 425 Subject: Current NET harassment 426 It has come to my attention that certain of our agents have in their employ 427 high-school thugs. This, in itself, is of no concern to this agency- but the 428 juvenile acts of vandalism that have been committed in the name of UNDERGROUND 429 certainly go against the grain of our policy of 'kill them with wit'. Pure 430 violence will NOT do, despair and a few other similar emotions should be 431 encouraged in the victim beforehand. Any further such actions done by agents 432 or their employees will be considered to be an application for removal from 433 UNDERGROUND. 434 You do, of course, realize just HOW you are removed. 435 -John K. O'Hara 436 [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[ 437 To: Elizabeth Ryan 438 From: John K. O'Hara, District Supervisor, North American continent 439 Subject: Further orders 440 Miss Ryan: Your orders, as of January 24th, 1985 are as follows: 441 1. You are to find and log any NET strongholds in the Portland Metro area. 442 Reports are to be broadcast via radio at the predetermined frequency. 443 Of course, scramble them. 444 2. You are to find the whereabouts of the lost ID card with the microdot on 445 it. The identity of the man carrying it has now been discovered: the 446 man is Eugene F. Farley, of Portland, OR. This card MUST be recovered, 447 and as soon as possible. 448 3. Concerning Mr. Farley, again: He should be driving an unusual car. 449 Decode the following sequence and recite it to the car, then drive it 450 back to UNDERGROUND's Porland branch. It seems to be the only model 451 FD-78 that didn't explode after 5 days. 452 That will be all for now, Miss Ryan. Do not forget to begin broadcasting your 453 reports. 454 -John K. O'Hara 455 [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[ 456 Ah, yes, I almost forgot: the sequence- it is "GLOROLD ESUHRIPP SLROWLE 457 LEYUPROEP". O'Hara, Out. 458 [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[ 459 ............................................................................. 460 (UPI Washington) The trial of Mike Day, of Portland OR, will begin tomorrow 461 here. The Attorney General's office expressed their confidence in obtaining 462 a conviction quickly, one attorney saying that the government had an open and 463 shut case. Day has been charged with releasing confidential information (by 464 means as yet undisclosed by the FBI or DIA) relating to a hijacking of a US 465 Army weapons convoy in Washington state. Day's attorney, Ima Schmuck, said 466 today that their defense would rest mainly on Day's strength of character, 467 although he admitted that the defense was having trouble finding character 468 witnesses for Day. Schmuck refused to comment on the news that further 469 charges of attempted bribery were to be brought against Day for offering a 470 "whole case of ale" to arresting officers. 471 ---------------------- related story on page D-4 ---------------------------- 472 ................................................................................ 473 ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? 474 BUILD A BETTER MOUSETRAP 475 Place cat in trap; cat is polar opposite of mouse; opposites attract. 476 Cat attracts mouse. Remove mouse forom interior of cat. Re-assemble. 477 478 Strew house with cheese-flavored Brillo, apply magnetic field to trap. 479 Mouse eats Brillo. A concentrated beam of mice flows into trap. Cut beam into 480 small sections to obtain individual mice. 481 482 Place a photograph of cheese inside the trap. Catch a photograph of a mouse. 483 Assume that the mouse will eventually drop by to pick up his picture. Wait. 484 485 Greatly increase gravitational field in vicinity of trap. Mice are inexorably 486 drawn to trap, as are you, your furniture, your family, and several square miles 487 of your neighborhood. Sort through debris to find mouse. 488 489 Locate mouse-hole. Invert it and mouse will fall out. Pick him up and put 490 him in trap. Smile inscrutably. 491 492 Spray infinite area outside trap with nouse repellent. Mouse will be forced 493 into trap. Spray area inside trap with mouse repellent. Mouse will be forced 494 into your waiting hands. Gloat. 495 496 Establish mouse-brothel in trap. Blow whistle and raid it. 497 498 Ascribe mouselike qualities to anything that enters the trap. Be eloquent. 499 500 Postulate that there is NO GOOD REASON why a mouse ought not to be in the trap. 501 Assuming the universe to be reasonable, you find that there IS a mouse in 502 the trap. Grab him before the universe becomes less reasonable.????????? 503 For those who are interested for whatever reason: 504 Supervised test for prospective Mensans, 12:45-4:30 p.m. at a downtown Portland 505 location. Test s also scheduled for late March and late April. Contact the 506 Testing Coordinator, W. Brewster Gillett, P. O. Box 3707, Portland, OR 97208; 507 or phone him at 245-3707. 508 ????????????????????????????? QUIZMASTER ???????????????????????????????? 509 As they ran Farley heard his companion say something to L'homme 510 bout "the destruct is set". 511 010101010101 512 KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV 513 Police and Fire officials are still investigating the gun battle, 514 explosion and blackout in a Southeast Portland neighborhood. Early reports 515 indicate that this chain of events started with a commando-style raid on a 516 home. Before parrived in response to calls that likened the fighting to "a 517 small war", there was an explosion. 518 The explosion was apparently in a sub-basement. This area was apparently 519 added in violation of both the building code and zoning ordinances, 520 according to city spokesman A. Nueman. 521 FoThe explosion was followed almost immediately by what some claim was 522 a "local electromagnetic pulse". This "pulse" knocked out power in a two 523 block radius and damaged electronic equipment over a wider area. 524 There has been no official word on what relation this has to the raid 525 and explosion. The ruins of the structure are cordoned off pending arrival 526 of federal experts. 527 More on this story as it develops. 528 KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV 529 ************************************************************************* 530 Tanya: congrats!!! I really liked you poem, perhaps the best name is the 531 one you have already given it. I really liked the feeling I got when I 532 read it. thank-you. 533 Prometh: aauurrgg, I wish I could spell your name, Bring your board 534 (pente) again. I haven't played since I played you last but I feel 535 lucky. 536 lurk: I received a communication from another writer on another board 537 about jumping into my present story. He wanted to do Jack, So 538 how about a change in plans for you, How about Tina? She is just 539 your standard yuppie with a couple of illegal idea's. I guess 540 she's trying to build a better mousetrap too. 541 Guardian: T is getting better, but Bernie still won't take any S**t off 542 me. Patsy is getting interresting, It's amazing they can 543 live toghether. But that's none of my beeswax of course. 544 All: It looks like "the great peanut butte caper" is aquiring some needed 545 talent, I will be meeting with my new partners hopefully soon to 546 devise our moves. Red Neck Rod, I'm afraid will be killed in the 547 story ,b ut we plan to torture him untill he pukes first. 548 **********************************************kathy************************ 549 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 550 Somehow, the bottom of the disk is not condicive to an elaborate entry. 551 Does the rythm of the inn seem to be picking up in tempo to everyone else? 552 We seem to have gone through several phases in quick succession! 553 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 554 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 555 'THEUS: You were not what I was expecting to be on the sofa this 556 morning. I hope that your trip to SIAM was pleasent. I will look 557 forward to seeing you again under more awakening situations this 558 Saturday at PorSFiS and there after. 559 ALL: I'm at work right now, I hope that I can read the disk 560 before it does a rotation on me. 561 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PaPa Smurf 1-25-85 07:42 562 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 563 To all who speak Imllrian (im LUHR e n): 564 Lpaees onityf em fi uyo psaek ym algnaueg. I ahev na nietertsnig tsroy 565 ofr uyo. 566 567 Hte Imllre 568 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 569 TOTAL NUMBER OF LINES = 569 darkened sky 301 worshipped, it is the cause of growing things 302 glorified, it gives us birth 303