1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask.... 2 ************************ INSTALLED: 23 NOV 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 heres my first story 22 23 ---- 24 25 The smoke-filled court room hung with tension. Draped in 26 ries, sitting in his soft, leather chair, sat the judge with 27 ok of superiority. Squirming in their allotted seats the jury 28 tened unwillingly, often scribbling on their little note-pads or 29 tifling a smirk. The defendent sat cross legged, without a 30 chair, dressed in rags. While the plaintiff, clad in 3-peice 31 suit, covered with jewels and rubies sat and looked mean at the 32 . 33 d after enslaving his people and sending soldiers after the 34 fleeing survivors, Mr. Pharoh had the gall to send the stock 35 market tumbling down in shambles just to cripple my client 36 ncially." spoke Karl Ikabode, lawyer, soldier of fortune, 37 trickster and your basic HOW-DO-I-GET-ENOUGH-MONEY-TO- 38 THAT-NEW-PLANET-IN-3000 B.C. sort of person. 39 "And that "little" act if indescretion as the prosecuter so 40 wrongfully put it is what sent the U.S.A plummeting into what was 41 as the great depression, and with an illegal time machine, 42 en!."he continued "the defense rests." 43 "I will inform you of my decision tomorrow at 10:00 A.M" 44 tated the judge and lumbered off to have a martini. 45 "We have this case in the wineskine, so to speak Mr. Moses" 46 Ikabode said confidently, helping his client to his feet "I will 47 ou tomorrow at 9:00 A.M" and briskly walked off to buy a new 48 t in 3000 B.C. 49 """""""""""""""""""""""""""constable"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" 50 that didnt work!!! 51 """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" 52 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. 53 Damn! I must of just missed that last disk. Fellow adventurers, I'm 54 embarrased to ask, but did I miss anything on the disk previous to the 55 current B disk? It's nice to see all of the creative activity at the 56 Inn, but sometimes I can't quite keep up... 57 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.Emu 58 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 59 constable: When you upload to BW, you must have a short delay after each 60 , because it takes a while for the disk head to get to the next 61 sector. Each line takes one 128 byte sector, whether it's two bytes 62 or 100 bytes. 63 64 Someday, someone will have to tell me about the McKane incident... 65 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>...!psu-cs!nelsons<><><><><><> 66 """"""""""""""""""Someone Of Little Importance was here... 67 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$ 68 69 Phantom 429 70 by 71 John Silverman 72 (Part 8) 73 74 "Brrrrr... Brrrrr..." 75 The wind howled outside and dime-sized drops spattered my window. I finally put the phone down. She hadn't said 76 she was going anywhere tonight. It was strange. Strange and I didn't get along very well these days. Maybe she had 77 talked to somebody on the radio. I switched on my Yaesu and turned it to channel 20, where she usually talked. 78 Crazy Daisy was on, talking to somebody I couldn't hear. Daisy was an older woman that I didn't care for very much 79 but Jen talked to her a lot. I suppose I might have liked Daisy better if she used a different handle. Then again, 80 maybe not. I picked up the mike and asked her if she had talked to Jen lately. 81 "Why yes, I did. Just a little while ago, in fact. She was in her car, going to meet someone." 82 This didn't sound good. "Who?" 83 "She had finally talked that awful spook into staying in one spot long enough to go meet him. I hope she'll be 84 able to stop him finally. He's been causing so much-" 85 "Oh, my God." I didn't listen to the rest of her monologue. My insides had sudenly turned to ice. It took forever 86 for the old bag to shut up so I could ask her, "Where did she go? Did she say?" 87 "No, she didn't say. But I think they were going to try to stay in contact on eleven-" 88 I didn't even wait for her to finish. I spun the dial savagely, overshot the channel, and had to come back again. 89 "Hello? Jennifer! Are you here?" No response. The channel was dead. My heart was hammering in my throat. It was 90 maddening to just sit there, but there were far to may places she could have gone. The radio was my best chance. "Has 91 anybody out there seen or heard Lady Couger tonight?" 92 Missle Commander answered immediately. Missle Commander was an obnoxious little punk a couple years younger than 93 me that I argued with a lot. "I know where she is." He piped up in that squeaky little rat voice of his. 94 "You do? Where?" 95 "Right here with me!" 96 I should have know better than to listen to him but I was too upset to think. "What the hell's she doing over 97 there with you!?" 98 "Here, I'll let you listen." A second later grotesque sucking noises came out of my speaker. After a few moments 99 of that, I heard his voice again. "Ohhhh, that feels SO good! That's what she's doing." In the background there was 100 male laughter. 101 I didn't even wast my time cussing him out. I spun the dial from 1 to 40, listening for her voice. Or his 102 voice. 103 I hit paydirt on my third time around. I couldn't hear him, but I heard her clearly. She sounded like she was in 104 ecstacy. "I'm on my way, Roy! We'll be together soon! I can't wait!" 105 "NOOO!" I yelled. I think my sanity was beginning to come apart a little then. 106 "Jim! What are you doing here?" 107 "Don't do it! He's dead, don't you see? The only way you can join him is if you die, too!" 108 Her reply chilled me to the bone. "As long as I can be with him, I don't care!" 109 "What about me, goddamit?!" 110 "I'm sorry, Jim." was all she would say. 111 The Roy's voice came to me, stronger than hell. It sounded like he was in the room with me. "I told you I was 112 coming for her, Jamesy old boy. Interfere now and I'll send you to a place you never counted on!" 113 "You son of a bitch!" I yelled. "You're dead, dammit! DEAD! You have no right! Go back to hell where you came from 114 and leave us alone!" 115 "No. You leave us alone." A shower of sparks exploded from my thousand doller radio. A huge jolt of electricity 116 shot through the microphone and into me, knocking me on my ass. The radio was useless now, black smoke boiling up from 117 the back. 118 I sat on the floor, cradling my burned hand and crying pitfully. It was hopeless. He had her in some kind of 119 spell. I didn't even know where she was to stop her. I was powerless to save the woman I loved. 120 Or was I? 121 Maybe I didn't know where she was at the moment, but I did know where to find him. About twenty blocks over and 122 six feet down. 123 I was out of there like a rocket. 124 125 (TO BE CONTINUED...) 126 127 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$ 128 _____________________________JD 2446393.5319_______________________________ 129 """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" 130 The smoke-filled court room hung with tension. Draped in fineries, i 131 periority. Squirming in their allotted seats the jury listened unwil 132 lingly, often scribbling on their little note-pads or stifling a smirk. 133 The defendent sat cross legged, without a chair, dressed in rags. 134 hile the plaintiff, clad in 3-peice suit, covered with jewels and 135 rubies sat and looked mean at the judge. 136 "and after enslaving his people and sending soldiers after the le 137 tumbling down in shambles just to cripple my client financially." spoke 138 Karl Ikabode, lawyer, soldier of fortune, writer, trickster and your 139 asic HOW-DO-I-GET-ENOUGH-MONEY-TO-BUY-THAT-NEW-PLANET-IN-3000 B.C. 140 sort of person. 141 "And that "little" act if indescretion as the prosecuter so 142 wrongfully put it is what sent the U.S.A plummeting into what was known s 143 continued "the defense rests." 144 "I will inform you of my decision tomorrow at 10:00 A.M" stated the 145 ge and lumbered off to have a martini. 146 "We have this case in the wineskine, so to speak Mr. Moses" Ikabode 147 said confidently, helping his client to his feet "I will see yo o 148 3000 B.C. with the gold moses had paid him in advance for his defense. 149 Walking past the large, ornate carvings of naked women in front of 150 the courthouse, Ikabode felt a solid shoe on his somewhat soft stomach. 151 runting in pain he doubled over as his attacker neared, then 152 sprang upon the unsuspecting thug. Dodging another kick, Ikabode 153 crashed his fist into the attackers nose, spurting blood over th e 154 Looking around to make sure no one saw him he quickly slipped the thugs 155 wallet out of his pocket and walked calmly away. 156 '""""""""""""""""constable""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" 157 IT STILL DIDNT WORK! AWE SHUCKS, BUT I CAN TRY 158 AGIAN. 159 Please! Wait for another disk... 160 161 Oh well. 162 163 @*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@* 164 000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 165 166 The Bear squinted far up the tunnel, straining to see the marchers. He was 167 squatting by the stream, but he knew there must be better cover. He stood and 168 scurried to the side of the tunnel, in the middle of two of the torches, where 169 neither light could quite penetrate. 170 171 He hunched up against the wall, standing, with one hand on his sword. The 172 rhythmic marching of the footsteps came closer. Bear looked down, and could 173 see a worn path not ten feet in front of him. He pressed back against the side 174 of the cave as much as possible, but 175 he knew it would only be the Ladyship's Luck that would keep him from being 176 spied by one of the marchers. 177 178 The sounds grew closer. He was just around a slight bend of the wall, so he 179 couldn't see what kind of being made the sound until they were nearly upon 180 him. Suddenly he saw the first marchers. They were walking two abreast, and 181 were definitely humanoid. Each man rested a sword on his shoulder. They 182 stared straight ahead as they marched with precise skill, grim countenances 183 staring straight ahead. Not a word, no one counting time. Just simple, eerie, 184 marching. 185 186 The column past. Two. Four. Six. The Bear counted... twelve, fourteen. 187 On they marched, none of them looking to either side, which was Bear's only 188 hope for staying hidden. He noted their milky white uniforms- each exactly 189 the same, each with one black stripe down the side, but otherwise drab. Even 190 their boots were the same color. 191 192 As the eleventh pair passed, Bear barely breathing, even squinting his eyes 193 in case their whites might glint, one of the soldiers coughed quietly and 194 turned his head slightly to the side. Toward Bear. Bear froze. 195 196 Their eyes met, and the soldier hesitated. Bear hesitated for a second, unsure 197 whether the man would simply pass, or cry out an alarm. 198 199 When the man's mouth opened in a silent 'O', Bear lept from the side of the 200 wall, sword unsheathing at the same time. With one quick stroke, he lopped 201 off the suprised man's head, still with the 'O' formed at the mouth, but 202 no sound ever reached the lips. With a blur of speed, Bear slashed again, at 203 the man who was behind his first victim. Another thrust, and a third was down. 204 205 But by that time, the commotion had caused the other soldiers to turn, and 206 gather their senses. Swords withdrew, and the soldiers attacked Bear. 207 208 Another slash of the sword, and another, but soon the numbers were two great 209 for Bear. Three swords pointed straight at his throat, four more at his 210 heart. At Bear's feet lay five men. 211 212 Without a word, without hardly a change in facial expression, the men stripped 213 him of his sword, and bound him with a rope with seemed to almost magically 214 appear from the crowd of soldiers surrounding Bear. The tied his wrists behind 215 him with a vicious tug, and then wrapped several more coils around his body. 216 217 With a jab of a sword in his back, Bear was pushed on, downriver the way 218 the soldiers had been marching. Bear looked at his captors, puzzled. Not a 219 sound, save their marching boots. They barely looked at him, and would no 220 t meet his eyes. 221 222 And they marched on, down the river, from a place Bear did not know, to a 223 place he did not know. And the quiet river flowed lazily by, and the only 224 sound were the precise clomping of 42 feet. 225 226 00000000000000000000000000000 THE BEAR 000000000000000000000000000000000000000 227 Sound was... 228 229 Where was 'all allowed' when I needed it? This time especially.... sorry for 230 all the goofs folks... 231 232 BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB 233 BBBBBBBBBB BETWEEN BROTHERS BBBBBBB 234 235 Nov. 15, 1975 236 Dear Steve, 237 238 Well, gee. I still haven't heard from you. I understand that you probably feel it's my assignment and you don't have to 239 bother with it, so why write back, right? 240 241 Well, I'll tell you why mister. I'm your brother. Doesn't that count for anything anymore? I mean, we had the same mother, and 242 Dad insists he fathered us both, and, well, it just means a lot to me, y'know? 243 244 I just, just, well, I always hated your guts to tell you the truth. You always got everything, all the new clothes, you 245 got to watch your TV shows, you even got first pick on all the girls. Well, I'll tell you something buster. Remember 246 when you we up and there was shaving cream in your ear? And when you stood up you stepped in mushed-up bananas on the floor? And247 then after you managed to slip and slide your way into the bathrooom and took a shower there was red dye in the shower 248 head? And when you reached for the towel there was honey all over it? And when you ran upstairs to try and find me Mom 249 grounded you for a week for making such a mess, and you missed that big party? 250 251 Well, that wasn't me. That was my friend Ricky Robbins. 252 253 But I woulda done it. I hate you Steve. I hate the way you look, I hate your nose. I always hated your nose, it looks 254 like a big slug landed on your face. So just go chew up some mothballs Steve. I never want to see you again! 255 256 Hatefully, 257 Your (former) Brother. 258 259 PS Mom wants to know if you're coming home for Christmas. 260 261 BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB 262 263 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]=][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 264 265 ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::SLOWLY 266 267 268 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: 269 i love all of this new stuff up recently, these stories really beat the 270 religion debate....when is this 'phantom 409' or whatever going to get really 271 active, as not much is really going on... 272 hey, who am i too talk though? i havent put up much of anything yet. 273 ok, here goes something...... 274 275 the lint 276 the lint is invading, 277 capturing evrything, 278 what will it get nex 279 well, not so good i guess. oh well. 280 jcp1 281 ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: 282 283 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ 284 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ 285 @#/? 286 287 """"""""""""""""""Should I Write Or Should I Lurk? SOLI... 288 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ 289 290 Is this border taken? 291 If not, it is now... 292 Steve and Perry you may consider this a clue|| 293 294 Kristi 295 296 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 297 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 298 What? I thought Lem was practially unknown. I'm currently on a Heinlein 299 binge, reading whatever I can get my hands on. Not much, so far. 300 +++++++++++++ 301 In one of the darker corners of the Inn, upon a table currently unoccupied, 302 a small vellum scroll slowly drifted into being. Its struggle for existence 303 was clear; it dimmed several times, only to return a bit stronger than before. 304 At last, it was completely solid. As if on cue, it unrolled itself flat upon 305 the oak surface, to allow anyone who cared to read it: 306 'Dear friends, 307 I am arriving soon in my new transport. Please tell Bert Rebalsa and 308 Stan Wendill that I have something extremely important to tell them when I 309 arrive. 310 Milch' 311 The scroll remained for a few moments, and indeed a passing ant paused for aa 312 few moments to peruse the paper. Then, more rapidly than it arrived, the 313 scroll lost it's hard-won existence and misted into nothingness. 314 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++ 23 Nov 85, 9:35pm +++++++++ 315 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] 316 onagy mnhjl smd\q ptgsz [xwcs seqcf siexa vipia am[in cqmfr wmbmn fsayc 317 ^fxgc jwnlj ^b@ip pjlnn \fphd ddw_y pctpj ^uiwc bfr]d khwsm @xq^i ndd_h 318 vru\p ctovp xkut^ fqhtx ipgte b@q]l ^gnvf hbr^x aaeje gwysi ocl^s oavqg 319 \f@\u ]_ukw j^s]q vbeao nuqc\ hxnb\ _rkyc @ostu le_nx xt@so @x@mu rsixm 320 \rdgp hwo@y lm@ib _]nng nvfhb rejwa ccsf] ^zndc f]dru \cl@g nqx^u r^kxi 321 [xwpa cnfd\ ndine mptmr mxpc@ iuaem th\fn jsoek q_@wy mmq 322 [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[ UNDERGROUND [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[ 323 ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: 324 i have heard a radio broadcast of heinlein's and thought that it was very good. 325 it was called 'by his bootstraps' or something to that power ('by his bootstraps ^3' haha). 326 anyway, i really should do some more reading up on all of the books that ive always wanted to, 327 instead of bbsing, so i guess that is what im gonna go do. later daze, 328 jim price 329 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: 330 ***************recovery-mode*********kathyD************************************ 331 "="...... ? 332 +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_ 333 334 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ 335 In today's competitive business market you simply cannot afford to lose 336 that Extra Edge to others due to not having the best equipment available. 337 Nor should you deny your children the advantage of the best in teaching 338 aids when the competition for scholarships and even future professional 339 positions may depend on the Extra Edge a computer can bring. Yes, today's 340 competition is striving for excellence, and so are you. That's why we at 341 Crudleco are pleased to offer you....... 342 343 The Extra Edge(tm)! 344 345 Yes, the Extra Edge (tm) Personal Computer is here! The home or office 346 system that you've been waiting for! The Extra Edge (tm) comes fully 347 configured with all the memory it can handle, no need for expansion. With 348 our patented Cas-Drive for mass storage and monochrome monitor you'll have 349 all the computer your business can handle, and your children will delight 350 in spending literally hours loading their favorite games! A wide range of 351 software has been announced by a variety of well known companies, so you 352 can be assured of future productivity with your........... 353 354 Extra Edge(tm) Personal Computer!! 355 356 Available soon in your local Scotch Shopper Toy Department 357 358 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ 359 360 ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| 361 Milchar: Lem unknown? Blasphamy! Shoot that man. Or at least give him a 362 sausage. Have you read any "Prix" stories? As in "Tales of.." or 363 "Albatross" (Albatross, Albatross! I'll take two please? Do you 364 Wafers with that?) Heinlen's future was one of ironic paradoxes. 365 The achievements were great, but the use and purpose uncertain.... 366 But Lem, Lem writes his future as a not-so-distant or certaintly 367 not so cr 368 (creative? Give it up...your tired and your fingers are strangers.) 369 TUG BOAT: What's up? When do we see the next part of your story? When do we 370 get our "you-know-what" up and running? Questions, questions.... 371 All: Expect another story soon! (Hide the kids, kill the lights, take a 372 long vacation) 373 374 When the temp. reaches my shoe size, I move. 375 PEN NAME 376 ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| 377 The "=" was a glich I'll bet -- just more garbage in the midsts of fakery. 378 :ARoNov: 379 380 aha lennerds back. 381 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 382 """"""""""""""""""SOLI... 383 (<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<> 384 385 My dearest Bruce, 386 Everything is going according to your masterful plan. Delta 5 is 387 rushing to Switzerland bent on destroying McKane. He will be disappointed, 388 I fear. Leroy is still in hiding and d'Autun is managing a sausage factory 389 in the south of France. Projections indicate they will sit this one out, 390 but one can never tell about Leroy. 391 The plot to assasinate Wassir failed as you expected. Poor Johann and 392 Guido, they never had a chance against the Albanian. He and the Bolivian 393 woman are expected to check-in at the Bogart Arms tomorrow. Be careful with 394 those two, I cannot project their actions with any reliability. No need to 395 fret about Salazar, he's still wandering around the Amazon puckerbrush, 396 chasing Herr Rommel's secretary.... a romantic fool to the end. 397 Both the NET and Underground are showing a heightened activity level. 398 It is safe to assume that their agents will be involved in the affair soon, 399 not that it will do them any good. 400 I do have one bone to pick with you. The Extra Edge (tm) computer 401 you stuck me with is a dog. 2K of RAM and Bronx Basic don't give me alot 402 to work with. All the blasted thing will print out is "BEAT ME BIG BOY". 403 Don't we have room in the budget for a nice Atari? 404 Give my regards to Professor Stuffit. I'm sure you'll convince him 405 to help us in short order. Speaking of short, the shipment of zirconium- 406 encrusted elevator shoes is enroute and should arrive at about the same 407 time as the pin-tailed ducks. 408 With all my love, 409 China Blue 410 411 (<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<> 412 413 Hmmmm. Why is BW shooting data down the line so much faster? Is it now 414 on a hard disk? RAM disk? New diskette drives? New machine? 415 -just_curious- 416 `P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P 417 Maybe with this cold you're just reading slower... 418 419 Speaking of which, this &'&")("!!! cold has got me real screwed up. To save 420 money, we're heating the house with nothing but firewood. Which was great 421 when it was 56 degrees outside. Now... it's a challenge. But we still 422 haven't turned it on! More sweaters... more wood, longer hot showers... more 423 heating pads... cheating by drying our hair longer with the blow dryer... 424 but still no electric heat! 425 426 However, we may not have heat, but don't tell my dog. The stupid bitch 427 (Mikey- that's not a swear word. She really is one!) decided this would 428 be a great time to go into heat. And just when we sealed the deck off 429 (where she normally resides during the drip-drip-drip of heat... if you've 430 never had a dog in heat... you can't appreciate the grossity of the 431 bloody (that can either be a swear word, English style, or an adjective 432 properly describing the situation) situation. 433 434 Anyway, so here she is, we have to keep her indoors (else her rear might 435 freeze to the ground at night), but since it's Sunday and we're broke until 436 tomorrow we can't go get any of those doggie diapers (they really do have 437 them). So we took some old underwear, cut a hole in the back for her tail, 438 and hoped to catch most of the, uh, residue that way. 439 440 Only a partial success... and a hilarious looking dog. And we have to slip 441 the dumb thing off everytime she wants to go outside and poop. 442 443 And we can't lock her in a back room because last time we did that she 444 chewed the frame off and then part of the door, and finally got out during 445 the middle of the night. It was with her puppies who then ran around the 446 house pooping and peeing all over the place. 447 448 I love my dog. 449 450 @p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p pooped out @p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p 451 452 on 453 ************************************* 454 *==================================* 455 *= =* 456 *= Why Don't We Start A BBS With =* 457 *= Just New BBS's Around The Area =* 458 *= For All Systems Apple,IBM,Etc. =* 459 *= I Think That Would Take Alot =* 460 *= Off The Sysop's If Anyone WHas =* 461 *= A BBS Prg That Is Just A Msg. =* 462 *= I Would Start One! =* 463 *= =* 464 *=--------------------------------=* 465 *= =* 466 *= If Anyone Would Like To Leave =* 467 *= Me Feedback Call This System =* 468 *= And Leave Me Feedback =* 469 *= =* 470 *=--------------------------------=* 471 *= =* 472 *= B I T B U C K E T =* 473 *= 254-xxxx =* 474 *= =* 475 *= Sean Mott 43 =* 476 *= =* 477 *==================================* 478 ************************************ 479 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 480 Pooped Out: Your little piece was enjoyed. One of the better laughs 481 I have had. I hope that was the right thing to do, seeing as how it is 482 your life. -Tanya 483 . . . . you know how the rest of the boarder goes, I'm not going to bother 484 No! I don't know how it goes! Tell me! Tell me! I can't stand the suspense! 485 486 ______________________________JD 2446394.7448______________________________ 487 sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss 488 Heading for his three-wheeler, Ralph loped down the front steps, his 489 Panama hat in hand and his fake leopard skin briefcase chained to his 490 wrist. No heat stroke for this ace Fuller Brush man. No sirree. He didn't 491 care a whit that in this dust bowl paradise, Fresno to the locals, Grit 492 Pits to the visitors, it was 110 in the shade. Only crazies biked anywhere. 493 Organics, too. No, Ralph, the Fuller Brush man, had a job to do. He'd 494 stay as cool as a dog's nose in June. 495 While Millie fixed his poached egg (two and a half minutes maz-- that 496 way the white stayed slippery and he was convinced that real men eat the 497 jelly white when it's googly), Ralph outlined in day-glo green on his Stan 498 Wiley foldout the neighborhood for the day's big sell: foxtail brushes in 499 four sizes and Puce Blue painy. Ralph pronounced it Puke Blue because he 500 liked the sound of the two words together and couldn't remember puce. 501 Ralph believed himself to be the picture of success. Now, he bought 502 whenever he wanted pairs of plain pants from the Arnold Palmer Sportsman 503 Shop at Sears. Millie got the Helene Curtis manicure set she coveted. 504 Ralph, Jr. spent nearly all his free time with the vintage erector set 505 Ralph gave him last Christmas. When he couldn't fiddle around with the set, 506 Ralph, Jr. complained that he had to take the garbage out too often and 507 that the kids at school called him "Patsy." Butch, the pimply stud in 508 Block 3, especially tormented him. "Hay Patsy, your old man got stopped 509 by the cops for speeding." That was usually the opener. 510 It's true Ralph got stopped but not for speeding. His three wheeler 511 made people stare. Maybe it was the fake leopard skin briefcase; maybe it 512 was the iridescent pink safety flag with the skull and crossbones. Well 513 Ralph had a job to do. He had Puke and Foxtail to sell today. 514 515 Shelley 516 sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss 517 *)_%$*#%)_*@_)%*#_)@*%_)@#*%)!#*%_@)#*%@#^_@)#^*&@)_#*^)_*^!_)#^*@_*^@_)^*@ 518 Kristi: Got it. Go ahead. Your pathway is clear of obstruction. Boarders 519 make clear when an entry starts and stops, but they never define 520 the writer. Waiting... 521 Mikey: Should I even dare ask about AdventureWare? Naaaaa. 522 (%_)(_)$(#_)%*$_)^&_@)*^_@#) L'homme sans Parity *%#)_*%@%_)!*%_!)%_@)*%@*% 523 ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Lurking to look ..... ||||||||||||||||||| 524 ` [*=*] D [*=*] `  DDD 525 526 As the XKE slid around the corner onto Westlake Avenue, the driver frantically sca 527 He was going the wrong way. In his haste to get away from the minor incident at the Warwick, he had made a 528 wrong turn. He was headed toward Lake Union, and the floating bridge, that would take him to Belleview 529 and he had little time to waste. The bright yellow Jaguar stood out like a neon sign, that every cop 530 in Seattle 531 would be looking for. Soon. The last thing he needed was to have to take out a couple cops. He flew past 532 the marina, and a First Interstate Bank, and then it hit him-THE CANNISTER!. He hadn't had the time to search the 533 two men he had killed, and he had to get that nerve gas. And the formula that was inside. 534 535 536 Something was nagging at him, and he was almost fratic in his attempt to -THE KEYS! He slammed on the brakes, spun 537 the XKE into the parking lot of Charley's and leapt out. The valet would park it if he could find the keys-they were 538 strewn about the car as Delta Five ripped from the chain the one he wanted. The one that he had seen hnging there 539 when he first started up the Jaguar. That was what had been nagging at him-it was a key to a safe deposit box... 540 541 Delta walked almost casually into the restaurant his outward calmness belying the near panic inside him. 542 He went to the bar and ordered a Budweiser, and then got up, as if to visit the restroom, but slipped out the side 543 door, and, walking bask up Westlake, hailed a cab. "Vance Hotel, and I'll pay the speeding ticket", he said, as he 544 handed the driver a fifty. Delta checked into the once fashionable but now decaying hotel, and hurried up to room 410. 545 A few minutes later, he hung up the phone. He ha the information he wanted. Leaving through the kitchen entrance 546 he flagged another cab, and an hour and a half later, he was in Portland. On the plane, he had made a rough but fective 547 sketch, and took this to a machine shop near 150th and Burnside. The five one hundred dollar bills he handed the shop 548 foreman confirmed what Delta already knew. It would be ready in an hour. Operating as if there were no time left 549 he caught another cab to a nearby shopping center, and at a coin shop, he bought an assortment of old coins, picked 550 up a five pound hammer at a hardware store, and headed back to the machine shop... 551 Another upload that almost worked... 552 OKAYI'LLDOYOURBORDERFORYOU 553 554 Obviously Mr. Bit Bucket, while having some sort of an idea (I can't say its a good one, because it's hard to decipher 555 what the heck he had to say; although I assume he was referring to another Backwater(?)), has no idea as to the 556 preciousness of space on a system such as this. Theatrics acknowledged Mr. Mott, but they obscure your original 557 question. 558 559 NOWTHISISMYBORDER 560 561 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 562 zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz 563 Here I am, late at night. my homework is not done that was 564 due last friday. My arithmatic sitting in its 3-day resting 565 place smiles at me and says "yous'e dead sucker!!". But I 566 remind myself no one is perfect. Far from perfect is accepted 567 t totally degenerate? 568 Well next to joining hells angels or committing suicide, I 569 think I'd like to watch benny hill reruns till my head 570 explodes! 571 my dog just piddled on my shoe. 572 my pecil just broke in two 573 I think Ill join motley crue(yecHhHHHH !!!!) 574 575 zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzdisgruntledzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz 576 JUST WHEN I'M ENJOYING THAT THERE'S NO MORE TANYA 9AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH) NOW HERE COMES KRISTI! 577 PPPPPTTTTTTTTTUUUUUUUUIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PTUI!! 578 SOUNDS LIKE A HOME TO ME. 579 Ahhh, everyone's afraid to enter with only (only?) 30 or 40 lines left. So here I am writing on this when DA is 580 up and running fine. 581 Will anyone read it? Does anyone care? Certainly the percentages are reduced, by the number of people who have 582 already read DA, assuming that DB was full. 583 But now I'm just wasting space, and now, frankly, I have written what amounts 584 to mush and they're probably better off not having read this anyway, 585 586 So that is the question. 587 588 M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M 589 590 Tanya: Thanks for your comments. It's okay to laught at my life... I sure 591 s heck have to just to stay sane. Anyway, glad you enjoyed, thanks for writing. 592 593 Pooped Out 594 595 POOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOOPOOOOOOPOOOOOOPOOP 596 Mike, 597 My sincere thanks for your kind assistance. (After all, you could have 598 said something like "/read the help-files, you lead-fingered clod|" 599 I jus t wondered if you will find this message here, but I didn't want 600 to waste valuable disk space in a non-creative manner. 601 Anywho, thanks again, 'twas truly a red letter day. I received your 602 comment, my 1st VISA, and my first hate-mail||(and I haven't even 603 made my first attempt at creative writing yet||| 604 Regards, 605 Kristi Galt 606 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ 607 Kristi: Yep, I saw your message. Sounds like a fun packed day. Don't get too 608 worried about the hate mail though, there are always those who will put down, 609 hate, or destroy just to be that way. Take it with a grain of salt, and believe 610 in yourself and what you think is right for yourself. And remember, just because 611 one person doesn't like you, it doesn't mean that everybody hates you. 612 **************************** CISTOP MIKEY ************************************* TOTAL NUMBER OF LINES = 612