1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask... 2 ************************* INSTALLED: 23 APR 87 ********************** 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 Missles of ligneous or petrous consistency have the potential of fracturing 21 my osseous structure, but appellations will eternally remain innocuous. 22 23 ********************************************************************* 24 Where the heck is everybody? 25 Nothing here to read! 26 Capt. Nemo. 27 WHEN IN DOUBT,IMPLODE. 28 A.I.R. 29 30 31 A HUMAN SINGULARITY? 32 CLETUS 33 34 EVER BUY SNAKES FROM THE EGYPTIAN TAFFY? 35 DECKARD. 36 37 ALL THE TIME, PAL. GET THIS MAN A DRINK. I THINK HE'S DRY. 38 TAFFY. 39 40 41 A.I.R.= HOW MANY SUREALISTS DOES IT TAKE TO SCREW IN A LIGHT BULB? 42 CLETUS 43 44 CLETUS 45 SWIMMY THINGS. 46 (FISH) 47 A.I.R. 48 ENT 49 BUNNY FOO-FOO! 50 CLETUS 51 "Curiouser and curioser" said Alice... 52 ____04/23/87__________Leonard_JD 2446909.6811_________21:20:46_PDT_________ 53 90 days, 7 hr, 39 min, 14 sec 54 55 ---------------------------------------------------------- 56 9 years 40 days 5 hours 20 minutes 6 seconds.. 57 no no make that 58 9 years 40 days 5 hours 20 minutes 5 seconds... 59 no no that should be 60 9 years 40 days 5 hours 20 minutes 4 seconds.... 61 no no let's see that should be 62 9 years 40 days 5 hours 20 minutes 3 seconds..... 63 oh forget it! 64 ----------------------------------------------------- 65 Time's a wastin'! No time to lose! Time waits for no man! 66 leonard, would you please tell me what these countdowns are for? fun, 67 maybe?for me, it's 12 hours, 10 minutes till i'm gone for 2 days. 68 jim michaels 69 jmmcalsehi i 70 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] 71 WATCH THE WORLD ARGUE 72 ARGUE WITH ITSELF 73 WHO IS GOING TO TEACH ME 74 PEACE AND HAPPINESS 75 A.I.R. 76 EX 77 78 IN FAITH WE SHALL BOARD OUR IMAGINED SHIPS, AND WILDLY SAIL AMONG 79 SACRED ILSANDS OF THE MAD, TILL DEATH SHATTERS THE FABULOUS STARS, 80 AND MAKES US REAL. 81 -SYLVIA PLATH 82 83 -BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE MUSE 84 <_>--> I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS DOES, BUT IT'S POINTED AT YOU!!! 85 "AT THE RISK OF MIOSQUOTING SOMEONE, I AM *NOT* A HERO!," VANDERVECKEN 86 CRIES. HOWEVER, WHEN THERE'S A PARTY TO BE FOUND, IT DOESN'T MUCH MATTER 87 WHO THE LOCALS THINK YOU ARE. AND THUS, VANDERVECKEN FINDS HIMSELF ONCE 88 AGAIN AT A BIZARRE LITTLE PLACE WITH A DOOR LABELED "7-17." UNFORTUNATELY, 89 THE INN IS A PLACE that qualifies as more than passing strange... so 90 strange in fact, that a 6' tall cremlin can get lost quite easily, *even* 91 with a xylophone and speaker amp. And so our hero (?!) finds himself 92 once again ordering an Irish Coffee and wondering where he is (obviously 93 NOT Hell, he'd been there once, and it was boring -- too easy to take 94 over!). On the other hand, last time he asked someone the locals took 95 exception to it ... something about shouting too loud. 96 --------------====================>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>-T.R. 97 ARRRGGGHHHHH!!!! 98 Bright Blue of energy and then the bluye of sky above and the green of 99 earth and plants below. The guidence is out, right... side slip? 100 The horses and other, stranger mounts in front of the Inn look at the 101 strange craft landing beside them, and they sniff the strange smell of the 102 rider. The rider dismounts his 'stead?' and enters the building, sighting 103 an empty table, he heads for it, removing his riding healmet to reveal a 104 cascade of bright orange hair and green eyes with vertical slit pupils. 105 The gloves come off of the hands to reveal fingers with retractable claws 106 and a light tan fur covers the whole of visible flesh. 107 Signaling to the barmaid the stranger holds up one hand with the thumb 108 raised, one bear. As the bear arives he offers a disk of silver with no 109 markings as payment. Listening to the ebb and flow around him the language 110 of these people becomes more intellegable, though it is apparent that 111 several tounges are in use, the common tounge is familliar enough to use. 112 So he sits at the table and wounders about home, time, space and the 113 alternatives to events... 114 ----------------==================>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>-T.R. 115 116 QUIETLY HE APPROACED {approached} THE ROAD THAT LED ON TO THE SMALL VILLAGE THAT 117 HELD THE INN HE HAD BEEN TOLD OF.CROUCHING FOR A MOMENT HE CHECKED THE 118 SURRONDING {surrounding} AREA,SILENTLY ASSIMILATING THE SUBDUED SOUNDS OF THE MOUNTAIN 119 FOREST THAT BLANKETED THE LAND FOR SEVERAL DAYS JOURNEY AROUND HIM. 120 AFTER SEVERAL MINUTES OF OBSERVATION HE GENTLY APPROCHED THE ROAD,CARE- 121 FULLY,SO AS NOT DISTURB THE VEGATION {vegetation} AROUND HIM AND LEAVE SYBOL {symbol} OF HIS 122 PASSING. 123 DRAWING THE HOOD OF HIS WORN CLOAK FROM HIS HEAD,HE EXPOSED THE PALE 124 125 DRAWING THE HOOD OF HIS WORN CLOAK FROM HIS HEAD,HE EXPOSED THE PALE 126 STRAW COLORED HAIR.WHICH ONLY SEEMED TO ACCSENTUTATE {accentuate} THE FAIRNESS OF HIS 127 SKIN.HE THEN ADJUSTED THE POSITION OF HIS QUIVER AND BOW TO A MORE 128 COMFORTABLE ONE AND THEN FINALY LOSEND {loosened} HIS BLADE IN ITS SHEATH. 129 DANTHORN HAD BEEN TRAVELING AS SUCH FOR THE PAST TWO FORTNIGHTS TO 130 COME TO THE VILLAGES INN AND TO AWAIT A MESSAGENER {messenger} THAT SHOULD MEET HIM 131 THERE WITHIN THREE DAYS TIME.HE DID NOT PLACE MUCH HOPE THAT THIS PERSON 132 WOULD ARRIVE,THIS BEING THE THIRD TIME HE HAD BEEN SENT ON SUCH A JOURNEY 133 AND YET EACH TIME HAVING TO RETURN TO HIS GUILD-MASTER WITH NOTHING. 134 ------------------------------------TO BE CONTINUED-CLETUS---------------- 135 ...T5X-T5C-SCODE38A@1730Z26/4GO-TXA-MFMPC3... 136 YOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOY 137 138 SHE NEVER TOLD HER NLOVE, BUT LET CONCEILMENT, LIKE A WORM IN THE BUD FEED ON 139 HER DAMASK CHEEK. SHE PINED IN THOUGHT, AND WITH A GREEN AND YELLOW MELANCHOLY, 140 SHE SAT LIKE PATIENCE ON A MONUMENT, SMILING AT GREIF. 141 WAS NOT THIS LOVE INDEED? 142 WE MEN MAY SAY MORE, SWEAR MORE, BUT INDEED, OUR SHOWS ARE MORE THAN WILL, 143 FOR STILL WE PROVE MUCH IN OUR VOWS, BUT LITTLE OF OUR LOVE. 144 -BUT DIED THY SISTER OF HER LOVE?- 145 I AM ALL THE DAUGHTERS OF MY FATHERS HOUSE, 146 AND ALL THE BROTHERS TOO. 147 AND YET I KNOW NOT. 148 149 SIR, SHALL I TO THIS LADY? 150 151 WRITTEN BY THE BARD 152 153 BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE MUSE 154 155 Ah Poetry. Ah. Matrix. Ah. Fix please. Ah. Matrix. 156 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 157 The dancer had moved quickly from the door to the crone's favorite 158 spot by the hearth. Too late she realized that she had been careless- 159 -too many people might associate that location with the crone, and 160 seeing another person wearing the crone's clothing might start them 161 wondering about the connection between the two. Her mind raced with 162 possible explanations she could offer if anyone bothered to question 163 her They had traded clothes(?). Ridiculous. She had found them(?). 164 Who would choose to wear these rags if they had anything better. 165 Finally she decided to just brazen it out--she had had quite a few 166 years experience dealing with the questions of the curious, this new 167 problem wasn't any worse than some of the others had been. 168 She glanced around at the crowd, looking for any familiar faces. 169 Huh! There was the Philosopher, the man with no memory. Who was that 170 next to him, the one looking at her speculatively? She looked away 171 quickly. 172 Nothing was going to be accomplished by just sitting here. She 173 had no money, but that would be easy enough to obtain. If only the 174 barkeep still had her tambourine--it was time for dancing! 175 Getting up quickly, she sauntered over to the bar thinking about 176 which dance routine she felt in the mood for--the ragged clothing was 177 a distinctly wrong for some of the numbers--it would ruin the 178 atmosphere the particular dance was supposed to establish. 179 Hmm...rags...bare feet...uncombed hair...Cinderella? No, too 180 wholesome. Aha, she thought triumphantly, a slave girl dreaming of 181 freedom. That's the one! 182 The barkeep was a stranger, not the one who had been working the 183 night of the dancer's previous visit. But he obliged her request and 184 rummaged through the misplaced and forgotten items behind the bar 185 until he found her tambourine. When he handed it to her, she asked if 186 it would be all right to provide a little entertainment for the crowd. 187 "Nothing too lewd." he warned suspiciously. "There are all sorts of 188 people in here tonight--I don't want any of 'em bothered or 189 complaining." She smiled sweetly at him. "I will do nothing you 190 couldn't take your Mother to see," she reassured him. "That is if you 191 even had a mother," she continued under her breath as she turned away. 192 She found a slightly open spot towards the center of the room, 193 crouched down in a position of lowly submission, and gave a loud, 194 sustained shake of the tambourine. When she was sure that she had 195 gained at least the attention of those standing nearest to her, she 196 started gently tapping her leg with the tambourine in a slow, rhythmic 197 beat. Using some of the changer mental imaging, she envisioned 198 herself as abused slave who is tyrannized by her jealous mistress, and 199 who is dreaming of her homeland and freedom. And so the dance began. 200 201 Green Eyes (04/24/87) 202 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 203 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 204 Max and I watched as the lithe woman went to the barkeep and 205 asked him something. He ducked behind the bar and came up with 206 a tambourine, all intact. She took it and appeared to thank him, 207 then went to the center of the largest open space in the room. 208 She started a dance, and immediately I was filled with a sense 209 of yearning for freedom. 210 What power in a dance. I turned to ask Max if he felt it to, 211 but the expression he wore gave me pause. Completely mezmerized. 212 What power. What sort of sapient form is this? 213 And what had become of the old woman?!? 214 [][][][][][][][][][] Friar [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 215 :::::::O O::::::::04/24/87:::::::::::voyeur:::::::::19:23:17::::::::O O::::::::: 216 darkstar:=orion / rva\ 217 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: 218 TO:NET, SO HOW DOES ONE GET INTO NET? 219 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: 220 221 222 LIKE...DUDES....HAROLD HEDD WAS HERE! 223 *PUFF* 224 ///////////A.I.R.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 225 226 EVERYTHING IN EXCESS, 227 MODERATION IS FOR MONKS. 228 //////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 229 230 /////////////A.I.R.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 231 AM I ALONE? TALK. PLEASE.]] 232 ////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 233 V2V 234 :::::=====:::::=====::::: 235 So, in the midst of creating something new, I a m called away, and now what 236 little I had left is gone. Perhaps this is Entropy. (Speaking of Entropy, 237 where did our little embodiment of the whole concept disappear to?) But no, I 238 would suspect that it was mearly Mikey deleting it because I did not get the 239 chance to finish it. Ah, well, I can only try to send it again, in the hopes 240 that it will be approved of. It is the same name, but an all together different 241 yarn. 242 :::::=====:::::=====:::::===== 243 Much time had passed since Zephyr had dared to enter the Inn. Witxh the 244 adventures he had had with b, he had forgotton this little corner of the 245 known dimensions. But now he had returned, doubting that anyone would know that 246 he had once been... something else. 247 But with great resolve, he decided not to let such worries upset him. He 248 was hear for one reason and one reason alone. It was to try to gather up the 249 tattered fragments of his reputation and quietly depart once and for all 250 from the lives of those who lived within the Inn. 251 His hands trembling, he pushed at the door, feeling the wood dig into 252 his skin. It had been splintered and broken by countless attacks, from 253 nature and those who would try to gain entrance and were unwelcome. He stopped 254 now to wonder if HE would be welcome. Oh, he had tried before, but had never 255 met with any success. 256 Cautiously, he peered into the room. Yes, some remnants of what he had 257 once been still dwelled somewhere in the darkest corners of his heart. He 258 had tried to forget them, but still they remained, like rthorns digging into 259 him until they drew blood. 260 But the adventure with Zeb had changed all that. He had seen what 261 the future held, and he had seen the stars themselves. With his homeworld 262 now liberated, the Guardians saw fit to allow him to use his manifested 263 abilities to journey forth once more. 264 Of course, his power was not the only change. 265 A blast of smoke hit him square in the face, and as he coughed and 266 wheezed, he tried to look through his teary eyes to see inside. Waving a 267 hand in front of him, he made his way blindly to the table he had once known 268 so well. Yes, he thought, stroking the good, strong wood, and smelling the 269 scent of pine in the air.. 270 He sat down at the table, and decided to actually talk to some of the 271 residents. In his earlier incarnation, he had mnever actually communicated with 272 anyone. But now that would change. 273 Even he was startled wihen he said he wanted something to drink. 274 275 The bartender knew not who this stranger was, nor did he care. This 276 fellow called himself "Zephyr", and a few of the patrons reacted to the name 277 rather negatively. He couldn't understAnd why. There wasn't anything 278 wrong that he could see about the guy. As far as the bartender was concerned, 279 all thAt mattered was that this human's money was good. 280 =====:::::=====:::::===== 281 Like I said. The same name, but someone different, eh? 282 :::::=====:::::====:::::=====:::::===Zephyr::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::===== 283 284 Hey, any body know where I can find some info on the IIgs? Or a board of 285 something? The only book I have on the graphics and such is greek to me! 286 Alien(for lack of a better name) 287 288 Alien: Applephilia has a lot of info on Apples (as you can probably tell by 289 D the name). They are in the process of starting up a board (one of 20) 290 dedicated to the IIgs. The number is 244-3105 300/1200 baud. 291 Lisa Gronke is the sysop, and a more helpful person you won't find. 292 Neila(for lack of a better name) 293 V2V 294 ____04/25/87__________________JD 2446911.7563_________23:09:10_PDT_________ 295 88 days, 5 hrs, 50 min, 50 sec 296 are there any good books out on u/x/nix???? 297 and do you people know of any *nix bbs here in town tnx 298 299 That stupid countdown seems to be heading for 7/23/87 @ 05:00. I can't wai 300 MIKEY, THANK YOU FOR RUNNING THIS BOARD! 301 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] 302 could whoever that was cut the cursing? nobody needs earburn. nobody 303 needs to hear it at all. go log on to the rude bbs for that. 304 jim michaels 305 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] 306 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] 307 taken from reader's digest, campus comedy section: 308 Undergraduates at technical colleges are intesely involved in higher 309 mathematics & science. But most are able to laugh at themselves. 310 At Renslaer Polytechnic Institute in Troy, N.Y., they often chant at 311 football games: 312 E to the y, DY DX, 313 E to the x, DX! 314 Cosine, secant, tangent sine, 315 Three point one four one five nine! 316 Square root, cube root, log of PI, 317 Disintegrate them, RPI! 318 -contributed by Eileen Hehl 319 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] 320 On applephilia is there any specific times? I tried calling and didn't get 321 any answer on sunday at 5 322 -Alien 323 ____04/26/87__________________JD 2446912.5346_________17:49:51_PDT_________ 324 87 days, 11 hr, 10 min, 9 sec 325 __________________________________________________________________________ 326 For anyone who wants/needs unix/xenix access, try 'Agora' at 640-xxxx (new 327 number that starts tomorrow). This is a semi-open system (you must apply 328 for access) that offers usenet news, 90megs online storage, and a friendly 329 super-user. Over 120 users enjoy the services of 'Agora' already. 330 ___________________________ *nix information service _____________________ 331 THIS IS CLEVER? 332 No... Yes... Maybe... Everyone's entitled to their opinions... 333 88 days, 25 hr, 61.5 min, 9.145264 sec 334 login:dragon 335 re: the literary discussion on the last disk. I agrre that this is the 336 appropriate forum for budding authors and experimental styles. Those who 337 want polished prose should stick to the New Yorker. At least the writer 338 in question can SPELL and is grammatical. -------A BW Fan 339 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ 340 Hammond Armour gazed at the retreating form of Malys Sheperd. Her fierce 341 competence and humorless devotion to his needs made him uncomfortable. 342 It was often useful to have power, but it made people react to you un- 343 necessarily. It was the rare man who could just be with him without 344 trying to compete or grovel and the rare woman who didn't become either 345 seductive or resentful. He valued those few people he could be him- 346 self with. The letter from Albania was a report on state-run newspapers 347 and book dispensaries, but it had been so heavily censored as to be 348 undecipherable. Who would have ordered such a report? Aha. Among his 349 few true friends was a maverick researcher in his own employ. 350 He decided to avoid the fanfare of a walk through the front office. 351 In his private bath, he changed into rumpled corderoy pants and a bulky 352 wool jacket, then charged down the back stairs. At the bottom was a 353 beaten black one-speed bike. He unlocked it, put the chain around his 354 neck, and pedaled off. "How ironic," he thought, "That the freedom 355 touted in car ads is so much better to be found on this humble vehicle." 356 He proceeded to the Bohemian section of Northwest Portland. 357 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ 358 359 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 360 The dancer ended her performance in the same crouched position in 361 which the dance had begun. Coins of varying size and metallic hue 362 covered the floor around her, thrown by appreciative Inn patrons. The 363 dancer felt physically drained but spiritually fulfilled by her dance, 364 this more than the applause of strangers, was the reward she desired, 365 the inner knowledge that she had danced well. 366 She began to pick up the scattered coins and pile them in a small 367 heap in front of her. There were more than would fit in her torn 368 pockets; perhaps the barkeep would exchange the many small coins for a 369 few of larger denomination. Before she had a chance to ask, someone 370 wearing a brilliant blue skirt and emerald green cloak stopped 371 directly in front of her. She looked up and saw that the skirt was 372 topped with a golden tunic which matched the golden feathered cap on 373 woman's head. The costume by itself would have seemed terribly gaudy, 374 but the bearing of the woman wearing it gave its ostentation a royal 375 dignity. 376 As the dancer's gaze met that of the woman, she inclined her head 377 in a slight bow and spoke. "If I may, I would like to speak with you. 378 Would you share my table and partake of the light meal which I have 379 ordered?" 380 The woman's dark eyes expressed only gentle inquiry, none of the 381 avid curiosity which too frequently spurred invitations from people 382 who had seen her dance. "I would," the dancer replied, "but, as you 383 can see, I have my earnings to gather up first." She gestured to the 384 coins which still littered the floor around her. 385 "If you would not object," the woman responded, "my servant, 386 Yuan, could do that while you rest. That is, if you would allow. I 387 can assure you that he is honest." 388 The dancer then noticed a small boy, dressed all in brown from 389 his feathered cap to his boots, standing slightly behind the woman, 390 and peering around his mistresses skirt at her. When the dancer 391 smiled at him, he blushed and quickly looked down at his toes. She 392 looked up again at the woman and said, still smiling, "He doesn't look 393 like a desperate bandit. I believe that I can trust him with my 394 money. I will join you." 395 The woman stood back to give the dancer room to get up, and then 396 led the way to a table in a far corner of the room. The aroma from 397 the several platters of food on the table reminded the dancer than she 398 had not eaten in many hours and that she was famished. Seeing her 399 eyeing the food avidly, the woman indicated that she was to help 400 herself. "Please, eat your fill," she said. "It will give me time to 401 tell you a story which I think just might interest you." 402 403 Green Eyes (04/27/87) 404 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 405 :::::=====:::::===== 406 Green Eyes: Very good so far. I look forward to future installments! 407 :::::=====:::::===== 408 As he watched the conclusion to the dance, Zephyr was reminded of his home 409 world, and of the celebration that had followed after his people had been made 410 free from the cruel hand of tyranny. 411 It had not been an easy choice, but he had decided that his world was not 412 for him. Now that he could dwell in the world of humankind, he chose to take 413 advantage of it. But he had still retained a few abilities that he had 414 discovered on his adventure with Zeb. 415 From out of a leather pouch tied with frayed brown string, he took a few 416 coins and held them in his hand. His grey eyes focused on them, as he 417 concentrated on every portion of ttheir being, both real and conceptual. Soon 418 he had only the coins pictured in his mind, and all else was a meaningless blurr. 419 With a small spark, the two coins became four, and the four eight. Yes, 420 eight would be `enough for now, and there was no need to exert himself any 421 further. Focusing and Magnifying took a lot out of him. At least these were 422 solid objects. What really strained him was when he had to work with cthe more 423 conceptual objects, like emotioon or 424 power. 425 But then, in all his travels, and everywhere he had visited, power was 426 the one thing man sought to magnify. None were content with what they had. 427 Zephyr had learned, when his abilities had manifested through the GCSSO's 428 training, that he needed little more power than what he had to survive. He 429 would never have to do without the things one needed to live, and living 430 comfortably was all that Zephyr really needed. 431 Resalizing that he was staring off into space, Zephyr coughed, smiled, 432 and tried as hard as he could to sink down through the wooden chair. 433 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::==Zephyr::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::===== 434 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] 435 yo, mike! i guess i can't redo my mistakes. invalid command. i also noticed 436 that when i try dumping my messages to bwms via send/recieve mode, many of the 437 characters after the carriage return will disappear. also, could i possibly 438 get a listing of the source code for version 4.6 roms? i would like to use the 439 double density 40 track drive on my diskwriter. 440 jim michaels 231-xxxx 441 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] 442 ____04/27/87__________________JD 2446913.6659_________20:59:01_PDT_________ 443 ########################################################################### 444 I pulled harder at the door. Making my fingers thin and slender I tried 445 sliping them around the edge, but the fit was tight, I could only get the 446 barest possible hold. But it was enough. Slowly and methodically I ran my 447 fingers around the edge, freeing each microcosmic particle as I went. Years 448 and eons passed as I continued my work. Or was it only a few hours. I 449 cannot tell. I continued my slow and tedious work. As each particle was 450 freed, it sprang from my fingers to spin about the door in an ever 451 increasing circle. The light was getting brighter and brighter until it 452 became difficult to see what I was doing. I continued to work mostly by 453 feel. After a very long time, the length of which I was not certain. The 454 last of the material was removed from around the frame. I only had to open 455 the door now and I would be away from this mindless chaos. I grasped the 456 handle and pulled... it refused to move. I tried again. Still it did not 457 budge. I raised my fist and struck the door again and again. And it echoed 458 with a hollow 'boom', 'boom', 'boom'. "Let me out of here" I cried, and 459 beat furiously at the door until my hands hurt so much that I could do so 460 no more. I slumped back, my head in my hands and cried. Great pools of 461 water formed from the tears that ran down my face. For a very long time I 462 just sat there and cried. In time the tears subsided, and I began to think 463 again. My previous efforts were not entirely in vain, it only seemed so on 464 the surface. Now the door was bathed in a glowing ball of particles that 465 spun around it. I reached out through the cloud and touched it, it was 466 still there and still closed. 467 ############################# The InnKeeper ############################### 468 To be continued... 469 CLEVER IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER! 470 lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll 471 tttttttttttttttttttttttttt 472 eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee 473 ssssssssssssssssssssssssss 474 tttttttttttttttttttttttttt 475 476 OK, Leonard, are you quitting your job at the end of the countdown? 477 Leaving town? Getting a new machine of indecent power & speed? 478 Picking up your mother at the airport? Blowing up the airport? 479 ===========================Just Guessing=========================== 480 {+|+} <481> 042787^234341 481 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ 482 Hammond swung off the ancient black bike with a flourish. 483 Flushed with exhilaration after his ride, during which he'd 484 screamed at a loutish Honda driver, causing said driver to roll 485 down his window, allowing Hammond to pedal up beside him and shake 486 him by his lapels while doing his Crazed-Hippy-Drug-Addict imitation, 487 so surprising him that he was still sitting in the intersection be- 488 tween Lincoln High and the MAC Club while Hamm was zooming across 489 Burnside thinking, "That'll either teach him to stop sideswiping bikes 490 or to do it only when he can complete the kill." 491 The green Victorian on Trinity Place was imposing if one 492 didn't look too closely at the lead pipe propping up the curving bal- 493 ustrade or the sagging gutter around the turret or any of the hundreds 494 of quick-fix jobs that held the old glory together. Margot Jones oc- 495 cupied the front lower flat. Hamm shouldered his bike and sprinted 496 up the steps, rapping on the window as he passed. Ms. Jones opened 497 the door before he could ring the bell, propped the bike tenderly 498 against the old deco wallpaper and ushered him into her quarters. 499 "Got my Albania report, eh?" Her short tousled hair caught the sun 500 and her blue eyes glowed as she searched through bundles of papers 501 oblivious to the effect she was having on Hamm who was doing his 502 little Margot mantra. "She's only 20. You're nearly 40. You don't need 503 complication. You NEED her objectivity. You need it far more than 504 pleasure." In fact, it was Margot's work that kept his enterprises 505 from a moral bankruptcy that his accountants couldn't fathom. It was 506 she who had uncovered the obscure link to organized crime in a seem- 507 ingly innocent cement contracting deal. It was she who found the 508 dog-food porno-racket connection, who uncovered the Soviet mole steal- 509 ing technical secrets from Armour shipyard, who warned Hammond about a 510 Wall Street prodigy who was on the news in handcuffs last night, and 511 she who kept him from investing in any number of sleazy, if profitable 512 ventures. She was thoroughly unimpressed with Hammond's wealth, power, 513 or personal charm, and seemed to be primarily motivated by her own 514 strong vision of the way the world should work. 515 "Here," said Margo settling into a deep armchair with a sheaf of 516 papers. In an enormous t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, she looked like 517 a stern little elf. Hammond prepared to be humbled. 518 "As you know," her searing glance implied that he didn"t which was 519 true, "Albania is an unappealing little country. It is, except for 520 Romania, the only country in the world where typewriters have to be 521 registered like weapons. It is the only sattelite nation to have bro- 522 ken relations with the USSR on the grounds that, since de-Staliniza- 523 tion, the Soviets weren't represive enough. The Soviets were unchar- 524 acteristically eager to let her go. From 1944 until his death in April 525 1975, Albania was ruled by Enver Hoxha who kept her oppressed and 526 isolated. It was expected that his death would relax the government 527 and that Italy and the USSR would rush to dominate her. But no one 528 seems to WANT to step in. Even the US has not infiltrated or tried to 529 sway her although her position is geographically strategic." 530 She stopped. A response was in order. "So?" wavered Hamm. 531 "SOOOOOO!! *WHY* are you trying to build a car factory there?" 532 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ 533 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 534 Great stuff, keep going, please, pretty please. 535 536 Green Eyes (04/28/87) 537 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 538 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 539 G.E.- I love the albanian connection. Is M. Wassir behind your story? 540 Will he play in it? Keep going. 541 542 543 The dance had finished, and Max shook his head slowly. "That was some spell," 544 he intoned, "Not sexual, nor really sensual. But there was a power there that 545 seemed to take me back to a previous time. Sort of like Deja Vu on a grand 546 scale." 547 "are you OK now ?",I asked, concerned for my friend. 548 "Oh yes, fine.", he replied, "But I wonder where I have seen her before." 549 "I think that there must be some connection between her and that old fortune 550 teller that was in hear before. You know, the old hag who read your future just 551 before that rude gentleman came by ?" 552 "She does seem to be wearing her clothes, do you suppose that she killed and 553 robbed the old bat?" 554 "I think I shall go and find out." 555 So saying, I stood up and walked over to the table where the dancer was 556 lack of a better phrase) pigging out. "Greetings, that was quite a performance." 557 She looked up at me and smiled. A carefully controlled smile, not friendly, 558 yet sincere. "Thank you. And thank you for the coins I saw you toss." 559 "My pleasure. May I ask you a private question?" 560 "I may not answer." 561 "That would be answer enough. Where did you obtain the clothing that you are 562 wearing?" 563 [][][][][][][][][][][][][] Friar [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 564 565 change /hear/here/ good grief, I'm getting old. 566 567 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 568 I was driving down the road when somebody yelled STOP!! 569 I stopped and got hit by another car from behind. It broke my neck and I died. 570 571 THE END 572 573 574 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 575 576 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 577 Friar: I'd like to take credit for the Albanian connection, but I 578 didn't write it, just wrote in appreciation of it. 579 580 Green Eyes (04/28/87) 581 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 582 :: Proverb de jour: BWMS patrons don't fade away. They just change aliases.:: 583 584 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 585 The dancer's benefactress was extremely displeased by the 586 interruption. Particularly since it appeared to cause the dancer a 587 certain amount of discomfort, which she was trying to hide behind a 588 guise of cool nonchalance. This was not to be tolerated. It was of 589 prime importance that the dancer be relaxed and receptive to her 590 story, the cultural heritage of her people could very well depend on 591 it. It was time to intervene. 592 "Excuse me, Sir," she began. "I am T'Chree, Princess Royal of 593 the Kingdom of Aviana, and Special Ambassador for his Majesty, King 594 Avianus. The dancer and I were conducting business of importance to 595 the kingdom when you interrupted us. I must ask you to allow us to 596 continue our discussion in private." 597 She risked a quick glance at the dancer to see how she was 598 reacting to this particular bit of news. Good, she was maintaining 599 her calm facade. The explanations could be made later, right now she 600 had to get rid of this snoop. T'Chree, looking imperiously down her 601 aquiline nose with as much hauteur as she could muster, returned her 602 gaze to the man standing at their table. "Well . . .?" 603 The man was completely taken aback. Obviously his attention had 604 been focused entirely on the dancer, and he had hardly been aware of 605 her presence at all. "Uh . . . pardon, Your Highness, I was just 606 curious about how the dancer happened to be wearing the same raggedy 607 get-up as an old woman who was a regular customer in here until a few 608 weeks ago. She seems to have just disappeared into thin air. You can 609 understand why a person could start wondering." 610 This one is certainly tenacious, T'Chree thought. The dancer 611 wisely was staying out of the matter, sitting there eating as if 612 T'Chree and the frocked man were talking about something entirely 613 unrelated to her. 614 "I see," T'Chree answered him. "And you have a special . . . 615 interest in this old woman. Was she a relative, or . . . a dear 616 friend perhaps?" Her inference was not complimentary. 617 "That old bag? You must be kidding." The man was appalled by 618 the thought. 619 "Well, if you have no real interest in the welfare of the old 620 woman, then I must conclude that you are merely using that story as a 621 ruse to get better acquainted with this young woman. Now, be off, 622 before I call the Innkeeper and complain to him that you are harassing 623 us, you masher!" 624 With one final glare at the man, T'Chree turned her complete 625 attention to the dancer. "I'm sorry, my dear," she began. "I think I 626 should begin again. 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