1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask... 2 ************************* INSTALLED: 13 JAN 86 ********************** 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 . . . . . . . and so on 21 At the top, with nothing to say. How pathetic, but normal. -Tanya 22 . . . . . . . I guess I messed up the first one 23 """"""""""""""""""Soli... 24 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Milchlurk 25 Tanya: Messed up the first what? 26 27 ######################################################################## 28 The Inn seemed cold and dark. The fire in the hearth had been 29 allowed to go out, and the cold wind blew eddies of dust about the 30 floor. The Innkeepers footsteps echoed off the walls as he crossed the 31 floor. Pulling the worn curtain aside checking the backrooms for 32 patrons, but no one was there either. No notes to fellow travelers and 33 friends tacked to the back wall. No cheery shouts of joy lost in revelry 34 celebrating past adventures. Only empty scared tables and a golden 35 locket to remind him of times past. Where had all those brave souls 36 gone? 37 Where were the brave knights, the fair maidens? Where were the 38 wizards, echantresses, and dabblers of the art? The merchants and 39 travelers and friends of old? 40 Returning to the hearth, he threw a couple of logs on the grate, 41 and with a handful of kindling and a candle, started the fire going 42 again. Maybe some weary traveler or old friend would have need of it's 43 warmth. Winter seems to always take its toll of friends. Pulling a 44 chair up near the newly built fire, the Innkeeper settled back to read a 45 book and wait. For the door was always unlocked for those who sought 46 entrance. 47 ########################### The Innkeeper ############################## 48 Ted Takes a Trip 49 part 2 50 51 While driving through the city traffic to the Pickwick, 52 which was of course still many miles away since the air porter 53 had to drop of other passengers at different locations all far 54 from the Pickwick, Ted had more time to contemplate. Instead he 55 stared out the window as the wonder of the city unfolded before 56 him. San Fran sure was big. It was a lot bigger than 57 Enterprise. Of course Enterprise is pretty small, only a couple 58 thousand folks live there. Enterprise is most famous for its 59 Boy's single A football team, and for being named after a ship in 60 that sci-fi show, even though Enterprise the town was around long 61 before Enterprise the space ship. But San Fran, what a city! All 62 the street signs have funny writing on it, oriental like. And the 63 buses don't make any sound, they're electric. They get their 64 power from those wires that are strung out above the 65 street. Passing through a residential area, Ted got a look at a 66 typical San Fran house. It was like looking at a rainbow, every 67 house was a different color; pastels, strong primaries, no two 68 alike. They reminded Ted of fir trees, so tall and thin, they 69 looked like mansions from the outside. Ted didn't know anything 70 about the insides. People everywhere, even at this hour. People 71 walking, stopping, talking, looking, shopping, eating, so many 72 people. 73 74 The driver told Ted to get ready, that the Pickwick was 75 coming up. The streets were a little grimier in this section of 76 town. And the vagrants; the sheriff ran them out of town in 77 Enterprise, but Ted had seem them before in trips to Boise and 78 Portland. They were all over the place here, and since it was 79 sunny, the drifters had shed most of their multi-layers of 80 clothing. Ted didn't think too much about this as he stepped off 81 the porter onto the sidewalk in front of the Pickwick Hotel. He 82 thanked the driver, who looked a little funny at him, slammed to 83 sliding door shut, and sped off leaving a cloud of foul smelling 84 exhaust fumes in Ted's direction. Ted shrugged, and taking in the 85 sights around him, gazed at his new home for the next three 86 days. To Ted at least, the Pickwick didn't seem like to bad of 87 place. It reached up into the sky before him, at least ten 88 stories high. That would make it the biggest building in all of 89 Enterprise, and here in San Fran is was just another hotel. The 90 building looked rather old, the architecture seemed just a bit 91 out of place next to some of the other buildings Ted had seen 92 during his ride through town. The corners of the building all had 93 intricate sculptured work, and it looked like there were some 94 words next to the fancy workings, about 8 floors up, but Ted 95 couldn't make out what the words said. The sight of Ted staring 96 up at the Pickwick must have been a comical sight, because soon 97 Ted was no longer standing alone, several people had joined him, 98 and they were all looking up too. 99 100 Jane Smith 101 jsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsj 102 I am so sorry for the mistakes. As I look back I see a to that should be 103 a too, and an of that should be an off, and a to that should be a the. I'll 104 try to be more careful next time. Thanks! 105 jsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsj 106 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 107 WHATS THIS? I STEP OUT FOR A FEW DISKS AND EVERYTHING IS CHANGED, EVEN MY NAME 108 IS UPSURPED. I GUESS NOTHING IS SACRED HERE. I THINK THAT I WILL ENTER THE QUOTE COMPETITION, THOUGH 109 110 QUOTE OF THE DAY: 111 WHEN THE POOR GIVE TO THE RICH, THE DEVIL LAUGHS. (THIS PUTS ME IN MIND OF 112 THE OREGON LOTTERY) 113 +++++++++++++00000001TED+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 114 115 %$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$% 116 117 I picked a pound of thistledown 118 And put it in a basket. 119 Then I cut an old pine tree 120 And fashioned me a casket. 121 122 I gabbed a rick and smashed the clocz 123 And threw time in a bucket, 124 Then lay back to dream awhile; 125 From there gn in I'd luck it. 126 127 I tried to play most every day 128 And hear the sound of lauther; 129 Figgered I'd just live awhile, 130 Not worry 'bout what's after. 131 132 For many years I cried round tears 133 And smiled when things were rosy. 134 I just flgated in life's breeze 135 And never got too nosy. 136 137 Then came that morn when oaths were sworn 138 And I noined in the party, 139 Angels whispered in my ear: 140 It's over w; laugh hearty 141 142 Old Mr. Big reined in his rig 143 And shook his powdery locks; 144 Then he turned the daylight out 145 And I ke up here in this box. 146 147 inmate 557 148 %$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%%$%$% 149 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\34 150 Damn him! Why did he have to be so stubborn? And why did she care so much, anyway? Will was still on shift, and 151 Tariya sat alone in his apartment, thinking. 152 When she had walked out on James, she had truly intended to never see him again. Half an hour later, her resolve 153 wasn't nearly so strong. A strange longing developed, and she became increasingly nervous. Was he all right? What was 154 he doing now? She wanted to know. 155 At the beginning she hadn't especially cared for him. He seemed shallow, crude, irresponsible. As time went by, she 156 learned she was only partly right. He had scars that ran deep, and he covered those scars by being constantly 157 insulting and on the defensive. He never said that but she had gleaned this from their talks. His life had been a long 158 series of hurts and dissapointments. Maybe he was entitled. Maybe. 159 The incident with the gun was something else. There was no excuse for it. In the end, however, he had been the one 160 who had paid. In blood. After her initial anger had cooled she realized this. He had risked his life to save her 161 twice. He had protected and comforted her when she lost hope. Probably he had done it out of guilt, rather than for 162 any other reason. There had been times, though, when she wasn't so sure. 163 Oh, damn it all! Maybe she should just go back to Kadan. Any desire to do more adventuring had been worn out a long 164 time ago. But the thought of going home alone held no appeal at all. Why? The answer was simple, honest, and sitting 165 right there in front of her, but every time it came up, she would deny it in her mind, in her heart. It had to be 166 something else. 167 And if he cared, where as he? He knew exactly where she was staying, and there was nothing to keep him away. If he 168 showed up right now to apologize, she would accept it without question. Even if he didn't apologize, she'd probably 169 still forgive him. But, she decided, he had to come to her. She wasn't going begging to him. 170 Two hours later... 171 Well, maybe not begging, anyway. At least she should check up on him. As badly hurt as he was, something could have 172 happened. A spell of location, like the one she used at the Crystal Palace, only not as powerful. 173 She sat cross-legged on the floor, concentrating. The image came much more easily than she expected. A meter wide 174 sphere of golden energy foated in the air in front of her. It shone like a small sun for a second, then cleared, 175 leaving a three-dimensional image, complete with sound. 176 Tariya gasped. 177 The image showed a black box, the size and shape of a coffin. Three men were loading it into the cargo bay of a 178 small warpship. At one side of the picture was a three-eyed alien of a type she had never seen before. He looked like 179 a monster. He was talking to someone she couldn't see. "wE lEAvE In An hOUr. OUr cArgO mUst ArrIvE As qUIckly As 180 pOssIblE. nO OnE mUst knOw Of thIs. NO OnE." 181 The shock broke the spell and the image exploded with a loud bang, making her jump. She sat numbly, trying to make 182 sense of what she saw. 183 Was he dead? Where were they taking him? And dammit, why wasn't there somebody here to take charge? She needed 184 help, fast. Willerd? No, she'd never find him in time. The ship was leaving in an hour, and there would be no way to 185 trace it. Whoever had him would be gone forever. 186 She was on her own. 187 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\not gone yet\\\\\\\\ 188 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 189 The winter sky was close and cold. The piper, his plaid wrapped tightly 190 about his shoulders, shivered as the wet branches raked his bare legs 191 between hose tops and kilt bottom. His panting breath made miniature 192 storm clouds that the relative wind of his passage blew back into his face, 193 bringing moisture to his eyelashes. Of course it was condensation, not 194 tears, leaving his cheeks wet, sweat from his exertions explained the 195 salt taste on his lips, didn't it? 196 He stopped a moment and scanned the sky, feeling hemmed in by its nearness. 197 His clenched hand held a large white feather, larger by far than that of 198 any bird with which he was familiar. 199 Nothing. The bare winter branches of the winter-stripped trees wrote 200 unkown runes of natures calligraphy across the cold sky. The silence was 201 complete, no whisper of animal motion, only the rasp of air in his lungs. 202 Defeated, he stood a long moment, then turned to make his way back to the 203 comfort of the inn. 204 Several hours later, the low blocky form of the inn stood before him, 205 its ancient, scarred door the only barrier between him and the hospitality 206 and fellowship within. Shivering and cold despite his prolonged exertions, 207 the piper lifted the latch with one hand and shouldered open the heavy door. 208 After the light of the afternoon, the dimness of the great common room 209 was like momentary blindness. His chilled skin was greeted by the warmth 210 of the crackling blaze in the great hearth, his nose brought him the 211 pungent smell of burning wood where an errant draft had forced a wisp of 212 smoke into the room. He stood for a long moment, grateful for the warmth, 213 waiting for his eyes to adjust. 214 As his eyes grew used to the dimness, the piper noticed the quiet. 215 "Odd," he mused to himself. "No one seems..." he stared around the room, 216 taking in the empty tables. "Where is everyone?" 217 He walked down the low stairs towards the hearth, then became aware 218 of the innkeeper dozing over a book. Walking softly, the piper carefully 219 placed another log on the fire, walked back of the bar and drew himself 220 a mug of the inn's nut-brown ale, blew out the inkeeper's candle that was 221 guttering perilously low, and sat in silence to enjoy the warmth of the 222 fwinter fire. 223 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 224 qqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqq 225 Jane Smith: A few typos do not affect the gist of your story, which is written 226 much like it (I think) should be. It well describes a small town man awed 227 by the sights and sounds of San Francisco;a bit naive as is to be expected.... 228 Please continue. [*=*] DELTA FIVE [*=*] 229 EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON 230 231 "Brrrrr!!! It's cold here Parity! And I forgot to pack my long-johns." 232 "Now I told you it would be cold before we left HQ. I told you it would 233 be cold when we were on the plane. Now you see for yourself Fellows. Don't say 234 I didn't tell you so." 235 "Naay, you didn't tell me so!" 236 "So much the child sometimes Fellows." 237 "Ahh, you kw I act that way just to bug you Parity. Sometimes you 238 just have to say, 'What the heck!'" 239 "Over there." Parity pointed to a blue 74 Chevy Nova parked just off 240 the runway. "That is our transportation." 241 "Geez, you would think we would at least get Ram-Tough or something." 242 "Don't fret too much Fellows. We will only be using that car for a 243 couple hours. Remember level two of our visit here to the great white North." 244 "Of course I remember Parity, but it just isn't any fun if I don't 245 get to bitch about something, right?" 246 "Yea, sure, come on." 247 Dhe two agents made their way to the car. It was a standard police 248 vintage Nova with few minor adjustments, the least noticeable of which was an 249 intricate communications system tucked away in the glove compartment. 250 "Nice, real nice," mocked Fellows. But before Parity could admonish 251 him for his sarcasm, the glove compartment comm-link sprang to life. The 252 comm-link's electro-plasmic display went from dark red to a bright pink 253 sprayed with clear white letters. 254 255 NET TRANSMISSION CODE - PLEASE ENTER CLEARANCE VERIFICATION 256 257 Fellows punched in a 10 digit number on the comm-link keypad. 258 259 TRANSMISSION FOLLOWS - EIGHTHBIT/HASSADICAWARE/TRIXASAHRS/ 260 LOOKFORBODYBLACKFE2/DELPHI - EOT 261 262 Fellows closed the glove compartment after copying down the text 263 onto a piece of paper. "What do you think that means Parity? This isn't 264 our standard code. Do you think HQ messed up?" 265 "Strike that thought Fellows, and hand me the paper. Our little 266 drive can wait until we figure this strange message out." 267 268 NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE PARITY NOE NOE NOE NOE 269 270 ch/kn/know/Dhe/The/ : Mikey, I put 6 thousandths of a second delay between 271 characters, and I still had collisions/line hits. I realize that normally 272 the inter-character delay won't help, but when uploading here it seems the 273 longer delay I use the cleaner the upload. Any hints? 274 NOE NOE NOE NOE etc... 275 276 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++jest lurkin'++++++++++++++M++++++++++++ 277 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Soli 278 {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{} 279 I just got braces today. Yuck!!!!!!!!!! 280 {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{} 281 Will Agents Parity and Fellows eher the 282 strange message? Will they ever find DV? Will Pervis continue to wage a journalistic war against someone who has never 283 interfered in his life, and only wants to be left alone? Will DV ever find McKane? Will McKane ever find a safe place 284 to hide from everyone who is looking for him? Will The rascal Albanian ever be heard from again? Tune in later, inngoers 285 because things are about to happen! 286 ................................................................ 287 288 289 290 F 291 292 293 !##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##! 294 This is only a test you see. Not much time or or 295 space outh be consumed with simple little test... 296 Just want to make it clear whether or not this thing 297 will work for me or not. I must know these things. 298 Well, enough of this test... 299 I hope this wasn't an inconvenience. 300 Thank you for your time and patience. -Nom De Sant 301 !##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##! 302 WHAT TEST? 303 ______________________________JD 2446445.5951______________________________ 304 305 ******************************************************************* 306 NOE: Yes, the long the delay the better if you are having problems 307 with the download the best approach if you can do it is to wait for 308 each character you send to be echoed back to you. 309 The problem is that the character you send is echoed by BW, and if you 310 send another character down the line while the first one is being echoed, 311 they can collide and cause problems on poor phone lines/modems. 312 ************************** CISTOP MIKEY ****************************** 313 PAM: Where are you? 314 *********************** 315 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 316 AH YES, CHARACTER PROBLEMS. 317 QUOTE OF THE DAY: THE WAGE OF WORK IS FREEDOM 318 319 320 321 THE PRICE OF WAR IS SLAVERY 322 323 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++000001TED+++++++++++++++++ 324 Nicholas Haflinger - now there's a name I've not heard around these parts for some 325 time. Regarding your treatise on the fine art of phreaking, it appears to have 326 been rejected at the highest level. 327 Give my regards to Mr. Makeeson. 328 +Dante- 329 330 "i know its late and i should go to bed 331 but i can't tear away from the night 332 it holds the seed of a memory 333 its true of you 334 oh my god...stop...what did i do? i feel like im in the middle of no 335 where. golly, its so dark down here...help!!! 336 morrissey 337 ********************************************************************* 338 How do they do that? All that blank space scrolling down, but not a wasted line (number). Secret commands that only privleged 339 Inngoers are privy to? 340 Cistop Mikey: Pam has been seen at the Blue Parrot.The following is presented by the committee to vindicate the second most 341 hated person on BWMS 342 In my craft or sullen art 343 Exercised in the still night 344 When only the moon rages 345 And the lovers lie abed 346 With all their griefs in their arms 347 I labor by singing light 348 Not for ambition or bread 349 Or the strut and trade of charms 350 On the ivory stages, but for the common wages 351 Of their most secret heart 352 353 Not for the proud man apart from the raging moon I write 354 On these spindrift pages, nor for the towering dead 355 With their nightingales or psalms 356 But for the lovers, their arms round the greifs of the ages 357 Who pay no praise or wages 358 Nor heed my craft or art. 359 360 !##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##! 361 CANDLE 362 Time passes on... perhaps I shall as well. The vail of creativ- 363 ity that once would cover my consciousness is no longer at my command. 364 I continue with my daily routine and constantly wonder if the face of 365 the one that is my preoccupation still thinks of me as often as I do 366 of him. 367 It would be him I'd thank for having made me look at the world 368 with a new vision. It all started with my curiosity as to why he 369 constantly carried around a small writing book and funny colored pen. 370 To my question of why, he would give rise to creation. 371 "It's an escape, I can get away from my classes without really 372 having to leave the room." I've seen him do it before, too. he'd pull 373 out the book and pen and go off into his own little world, scratching 374 notes along the way. I liked the idea; the next day I went out and 375 bought two of those types of books to write in. 376 Since that time we've had a falling out. I didn't write in my 377 book anymore at the time. I'd given up on reminding myself of our 378 dualistic relationship--he meant everything to me but I didn't care to 379 face him anymore. How could things have changed so much since I met 380 him? Back then I couldn't wait 'til next we met, then this transfor- 381 mation... 382 After the falling out, of course, came the lonliness. I eventu- 383 ally came to realize that I missed him, and he told me he missed me 384 too. It was great; it made me feel so relieved. Getting back to- 385 gether was the hardest part, I think we're still working on it a 386 little. The three thousand miles that seperate us isn't helping much, 387 but I still think of him alot. 388 I keep a candle in the window for him, if that matters. We're so 389 far apart, I hope he'll recognize it as time passes. I'll just drink 390 my wine in solitude and pray for that day as I write this... 391 -Nom De Sant 392 !##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##! 393 Sorry for the test, just checking the waters... 394 By the way 000001TED, it's "The wage of freedom is work." ! NDS ! 395 ______________________________JD 2446446.0585______________________________ 396 pppppppppppppppppsittin' and sippin'ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 397 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 398 |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| 399 "This Ring, no other, is made by the elves, 400 Who'd pawn their own mother to grab it themselves. 401 Ruler of creeper, mortal, and scallop, 402 This is a sleeper that packs quite a wallop. 403 The Power almighty rests in this Lone Ring. 404 The Power, alrighty, for doing your Own Thing. 405 If broken or busted, it cannot be remade. 406 If found, send to Sorhed (the postage is prepaid)." 407 'Bored of the Rings' 408 |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| 409 ********************************************************* 410 ################################################################# 411 Piper: I would respond, but right now my mind is blank, I seem to 412 have lost that creative spark. Nothing comes to mind, it is blank. 413 Sorry. Maybe you can take it on yourself? The entry was simply the 414 preception on how things are, a loss if you will, of times past. 415 Some of the more flamboyant writers seem to be gone. Now it is 416 largly nothing more then shoot 'em up stuff. At least you're still 417 around to lend your input. 418 ########################## The Innkeeper ######################### 419 Mr. Predictor on the preceding disk: 420 Not only was your stuff completely unfunny, but your spelling was atrocious and 421 you took up oodles of space with a complete waste of it. 422 Now I understand why you didn't sign your name... at least Purvis does... 423 424 popopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopop popping in poopopopopopopopopopopo 425 426 Damn! It is the tripods again. I thought earth had defeated them, but I can 427 see now that was only an illusion. Tripods, if you ever come my way I will 428 get you, and get you good. 429 430 popopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopop popping out poopopopopopopopopopo 431 432 Ms Dixon, ignore that blatent unsigned <- attack above. I have seen much worse 433 spelling here, including that anonymous person above. People who live in glass 434 houses shouldn't throw stones, turkey. It was fun to read and a few of the 435 entries showed a little insight on what makes the world go around. As for 436 signing names, I thought Dixon was your name. Now Mr Smarty pants above, what 437 is your sorry excuse? 438 [({})] {([])} ([{}]) [({})] {([])} The Defender ([{}]) [({})] {([])} ([{}]) [({} 439 OH OH, THE BATTLE LINES A DRAWN. IT MODEMS AT TWENTY 440 PACES! 441 SO,,,, WHAT ELSE IS NEW ,,,,,,,, YAWN ,,,,,, 442 443 !##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##! 444 PLEASE! Stop attacking each other only because you are able to 445 behind the safety pseudonyms have to offer. Actually, I rather 446 the predictions by J.Dixon. They were intended as humorous, and 447 is how (at least) I took it. Lighten up, and don't take things 448 seriously, there are plenty of other things that may better be s 449 worrying over... (I wonder how many of the predicts will come t 450 -Nom De Sant 451 !##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##! 452 ttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt 453 i am not ashamed... i did nothing shamefull in deciphering 454 the nets... sorry... cipher... and if i did profit... in some 455 whit or whether... from something shamefull... i am sorry it 456 was done... 457 this issue... one of much debate... has tired me... and i 458 feel assured that you are tiring of it also... 459 let it suffice... i entered a single snipet... it erred in 460 the first letter... i do know the rest of the cipher however... 461 and i hope you continue to use it... since it provides some 462 harmless fun sometimes... 463 i am sorry for any misgivings that have resulted... and for 464 one misgiving of my own... which still smoulders in my heart.. 465 and might start a fire in my mind... later... 466 so i never made it into net... the kid made it past net... maybe i will... 467 ttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt 468 469 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 470 What is this bloody thing about getting into NET? What is the big deal? I thought is was some group of people who wrote spy 471 stories. I don't see why anyone would be so hot and heavy to get into it. Write yourself in, be an enemy, or leave it 472 alone. Continued comments about smoulders in my heart and fire in my mind make me think you are taking this stuff way 473 too seriously. NET schmet. We don't care to hear the problems about getting into or getting out of. This is a writer's 474 board, please keep it that way, ok? 475 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Observer from this Galaxy \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 476 477 Nom De Sant: I liked that very much. It captured much of what is an 478 unfortunate situation that befalls many of us. Thank you. 479 OftG 480 ****************************************************************** 481 Nom De Sant: that was terrific!! Is it true, cecause it reminds me 482 of a very similar situation, except, i got involved with art, and we 483 just broke up a day ago and he's not three thous. miles away....anyway, 484 it's so true to life...sniff snifff.... 485 morrissy 486 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&bye bye**************************** 487 488 489 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 490 A present for my brithers and sisters 491 492 Here's a present you can fit in your pocket 493 or put up on the wall. Or down in the bucket with the trash 494 as an elegant garbage, something over-wrought in its details, 495 like a sand-castle with prisoners in the tower 496 and the tide rising at the end of a hot day. 497 In all that sun, who could blame you if you 498 with your own hands smashed the thing down 499 before the waters could reach it, knowing there's no love 500 in the water, the way it piles on itself to move. 501 502 We've worked on something together for years 503 and didn't even know what it was until it started floating away, 504 buoyed by the sea but about to drown in it. 505 How long can a man swim in water just over his head? 506 How long will he care about himself and want to save it 507 before his mind lulls and offers thoughts that soothe 508 like seaweed around the ankles? 509 510 It was supposed to be a day at the beach. 511 Life was to be harmless. 512 513 richard 514 end 515 A BRIEF DISPOSITION OF THE NATURE OF "THINGS" 516 ============================================= 517 . 518 "Things" are just about what they seem to be: ie. 519 "things". "Things", being what they are, seem to be just 520 ecuse they tend to stay that way. If some "thing" were to 521 change, it wouldn't be the same "thing". Every "thing" 522 nges; some "things" just don't change very quickly. 523 Things" have always been that way, and they probably always 524 will. There is really not much you can say about "things". 525 *** 526 ****************************************************************** 527 To person above in regard to Pam, actually, it is the last couple 528 of days in question, she has been uncharacteristically quiet since 529 the weekend. Quite unlike her, so it is worrisome. Just wondering 530 if anyone has seen her since the weekend. 531 ************************** CISTOP MIKEY ************************** 532 533 hi 534 [--__It has been eons since 535 abort 536 It has been eons since I have called my favorite of all BBS's. In fact, I 537 uld say that this sytem was responsible more than anything else in my getting 538 my own board. It is good to see that nothing has really changed. Since 539 those early days since I first started modeming, I have moved from a small 540 system to a large, 300 to 1200, Floppy to Megabytes.. you get the drift. It 541 is good to slow down and take it all in at 300 baud... 542 543 Sincerly.... General Confusion 544 "OBSERVER" IN ALL THE TIME I HAVE BEEN A BACKWATER REGULAR, I HAVE NEVER SEEN 545 THE LIKES OF YOU. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT THEN WHY DON'T YOU GO ELSEWHERE? BWMS 546 IS A PLACE YOU HAVE NOT GRADUATED TO. IF YOUR DADDY HAD KNOWN THAT WHEN HE 547 BOUGHT YOU YOUR APPLE HE WOULDN'T HAVE. GO AWAY SHELTERED SONNY BOY, AND GROW 548 UP. BWBWBW(#)/..\(#)BWBWBWBWBACKWATCHERBWBWBWBWBW 549 :-]M[-: 550 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 551 Innkeeper: I know full well what you mean about the creative juices not 552 flowing. I've been at a low ebb for quite awhile myself. I'll try to work 553 up something in a day or two. Feel free to mix in or sit it out as the 554 spirit moves you. 555 All: The image of the inn is a consensual reality. If the consensus 556 flags, the image grows thinner and less compelling. Perhaps (and I 557 appeal mostly to the "old-timers") we could re-establish this reality 558 so that the newer folks do not unwittingly violate it. C'mon now folks, 559 what's the use of having a Roman Bath for a rest room if nobody uses it? 560 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 561 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 562 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 563 564 Holy Backboard! This place is gettin' a little tense. I'm glad I'm 565 not in the middle of this one. 566 Mohammed Wassir 567 568 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 569 570 WHAT IS A ROMAN BATH?????? 571 ############################################################ 572 Piper: Yes, spirit is the problem. One cannot move when they lack the 573 spirit to do so. Sigh... the intertwinning threads of life leave their 574 mark everywhere. 575 ###################### The Innkeeper ####################### 576 C'MON /..\(#)BACKSCRATCHERBWBW .... JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE A VIC-20 IS NOT 577 GOOD REASON ENOUGH TO BADMOUTH OTHERS. HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT A PERSON IS 578 SHELTERED???? JUST BECAUSE YOU EXPERIENCE IT YOURSELF?????? BAH BAH 579 IF YOU'RE AN OLD TIMER .... TO H--- WITH YOU !!!!!!!GGGGGGG 580 0 0 581 Things are getting bad when American youth can't spell hell. 582 583 584 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& 585 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& 586 !!!!!!!! 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