Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!bionet!uwm.edu!rpi!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!samsung!cs.utexas.edu!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!CCB.UCSF.EDU!robin From: robin@CCB.UCSF.EDU (Robin Colgrove) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: To Love and Anniversaries Message-ID: <9002072207.AA06483@ccb.ucsf.EDU> Date: 7 Feb 90 22:07:24 GMT Sender: daemon@ucbvax.BERKELEY.EDU Lines: 62 robin the bewildered saunters in absently, an unfamiliar spring in his step and very familiar goofy grin on his face as he makes his way to the bar, singing softly to himself in a Poppinsian fashion the curious refrain: Iiiit's Psuedohypoparathyroidism with Necrosis Transphenoidal Right Hypophysectomy for Ptosis Pure Iatrogenic Polymorphonucleosis... Pseudohypoparathyroidism with necrosis!! O, hi folks.Just stopped in to buy the house a virtual round of whatever, ginger ale to Gargleblasters (Everclear and Jolt for me, Mike). I'm usually in an annoyingly cheerful mood but now am positively manic over my approaching anniversary. This valentines day will mark the 10th (!) year since my wife and I got together. Twas on a long ago valentines night, after a very romantic rehearsal of our love scene for the upcoming student musical that it dawned on us that we were THAT WAY and, well, the rest is exceptionally happy history. Lots of talk of love in this joint, as well there should be and I am hesitant to wax pedantic on a subject much better covered by uncountable sages and poets. Be that as it may, I thought it still might shed some hope around here for me to say that even a blundering oaf like me can find true and lasting love. Moreover, even such a pathologically independent and stimulus-craving odball as I has come to tell you that -from my perspective of limited wisdom- this deep love stuff is without a doubt the mostly profoundly fulfilling experience of my short but complicated life. Pointy-headed intellectual and former reprobate, I still traded happily out of the fast lane for a quiet, domestic bliss. An unsavory past makes for great stories (someday after a few rounds i'll tell some here) but I tell ya, it gets old. It would be laughable for me of all people to try to give advice but I think I can hazard an emphatic "Hang in there!" and "Keep the Faith." It's worth it,fer sure, even though it often means getting nuked a few times in the process. Take it from a guy who's been to ground zero and back, there's gold at the other end of gravity's rainbow. I better stop before this metaphor gets totally out of control (melt-down!) ;) To Love! (crash) another one for you song-buffs: parody i wrote for my 1st year med school class in 81 (ouch) lampooning the tendency for us to see the same subjects over and over in different classes... to the tune of "My Favorite Things" Angiograms with carotid stenosis... hormone secretion by exocytosis... D-N-A forming from nucleotides... These are a few of my favorite...Slides. Tyrosine made into norepinephrine... Nociception that's blocked by encephalin... Basophils drifting through Red Blood Cell tides... These are a few of my favorite slides! When I'm uptight been up all nite when my fears are deep... I simply review all my favorite slides and quickly drift off... to sleep! [exit with brief soft shoe, stage right] robin Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!usc!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!dogie.macc.wisc.edu!decwrl!ucbvax!ucsd!ucsdhub!celit!kathy From: kathy@fps.com (the Rev. Mom) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Evidence that god is an iron (PUNS) Message-ID: <6754@celit.fps.com> Date: 7 Feb 90 21:47:00 GMT References: <1990Feb2.231940.27033@agate.berkeley.edu> Sender: daemon@fps.com Reply-To: kathy@fps.com (the Rev. Mom) Distribution: alt Organization: FPS Computing Inc., San Diego CA Lines: 22 gwh@ocf.Berkeley.EDU (George William Herbert) writes: ckd@bu-pub.bu.edu (Christopher Davis) writes: >> >> > "I didn't know there was any prescription against puns here!" >> >>"Ah, that's shed some light on the subject... A cornea pun, true, but of a >>rather... vitreous humor. Yes, we have many apt pupils here...." > >Eye, eye aie. > >Well, we're shedding some light on another aspect of the true nature of >Callahans, I see. Unbecoming j-ocularity. Iris my case. --Kathy Li aka the Rev. Mom -- kathy@fps.com | when Hoffman kept himself awake for 36 hours ucsd!celerity!kathy | for a scene in MARATHON MAN where his character ---------------------' hadn't slept for three days, Olivier said to him: "Dear boy, why don't you try acting?" Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!apple!arc!steve From: steve@arc.UUCP (Steve Savitzky) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: filk (was Re: A Little Request) Keywords: n-tet organization, "filk??" Message-ID: <810@arc.UUCP> Date: 8 Feb 90 01:01:46 GMT References: <7810@pt.cs.cmu.edu> <467@sixhub.UUCP> <7053@sdcc6.ucsd.edu> Sender: news@arc.UUCP Organization: Advansoft Research Corp, Santa Clara, CA Lines: 54 In article <7053@sdcc6.ucsd.edu> secbh1@sdbio2.ucsd.edu (Lori Stahlman) writes: >Betsy Bo, who has always been particularly good at doing two or >three things at once, looks up from her book. > >"Excuse me," she calls out politely. "I've been listening, and >I've heard a new word. Will someone please explain 'filk' to >me? I can guess at what type of music it is, but it's always so >much nicer to be sure. The medium-sized teddybear pops in near Betsy Bo's table, and deposits a piece of paper inscribed: ====================================================================== A BRIEF INTRODUCTION TO FILK Filk was originally a typo for "folk" in the program of a science fiction convention. Most of its nature can be divined from this: Filk is the music that science fiction and fantasy fans create for themselves. It has been described as "before-the-fact folk music", i.e. the kind of folk music that folk might be singing fifty years from now, in an alternate universe, or in a place like Callahan's. Filk tends to be in the folk style, using either borrowed or original tunes. Along with the cannonical SF and Fantasy topics, it includes songs about computers, space exploration, and other topics of general interest to fen (the plural of fan, of course!), plus assorted other randomness. Stan Rogers is popular with filkers; Woody Guthrie wrote things that are clearly filksongs. Filk also includes such peculiarities as Jabberwocky sung to the tune of Greensleeves, and Matty Groves done as a talking blues. Much of filk is funny, but there are also "serious" filksongs, and a large sub-genre of "ose" (as in ose, ose, and morose). Lately some filkers have been experimenting with electronic instrumentation, rock and cabaret-style arrangements, and other non-folkish innovations. Filk can be obtained on tape in the dealer's room of most SF conventions, or live usually between the hours of 9pm and dawn. ====================================================================== Some day when I have more time, I'll post some so you can see for yourself. (I'd sing it, but...) The bear transforms into Steve, who goes up to the bar and plunks down a single for a glass of Tullamore Dew, the cannonical filker's drink. "To Filk!" <*CRASH*> In the sound of the glass shattering can be heard a distant music. -- \ Steve Savitzky \ ADVANsoft Research Corp \ REAL hackers use an AXE! \ steve@arc.UUCP \ 4301 Great America Pkwy \ #include \ arc!steve@apple.COM \ Santa Clara, CA 95954 \ 408-727-3357 \__________________________________________________________________________ Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!mailrus!iuvax!pur-ee!pur-phy!maxwell.physics.purdue.edu!sterling From: sterling@maxwell.physics.purdue.edu (Bruce S. Woodcock) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Jilara Keywords: where are you? Message-ID: <3081@pur-phy> Date: 7 Feb 90 17:07:23 GMT Sender: news@pur-phy Lines: 11 Sterling suddenly looks around wildly. Jilara is suddenly nowhere to be seen. He addresses the room frantically: "I have been talking to Jilara for a while, now, but she seems to have disappeared. She doesn`t even respond to my e-mail. Can anyone else out there reach her? I`ve got a bad feeling something may have happened to her. Or worse yet, something may have happened to me... Hey, I`m alive. Can anyone hear me? And where`s Jilara?" -Sterling- Path: mit-eddie!bloom-beacon!bu.edu!bu-cs!bu-pub.bu.edu!ckd From: ckd@bu-pub.bu.edu (Christopher Davis) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Jilara Message-ID: Date: 8 Feb 90 07:18:29 GMT References: <3081@pur-phy> Sender: news@bu.edu.bu.edu Reply-To: ckd@bu-pub.bu.edu (Christopher Davis) Organization: Boston University School of Management Lines: 26 In-reply-to: sterling@maxwell.physics.purdue.edu's message of 7 Feb 90 17:07:23 GMT >>>>> On 7 Feb 90 17:07:23 GMT, sterling@maxwell.physics.purdue.edu (Bruce >>>>> S. Woodcock) said: > Sterling suddenly looks around wildly. Jilara is suddenly nowhere to > be seen. He addresses the room frantically: > "I have been talking to Jilara for a while, now, but she seems to have > disappeared. She doesn`t even respond to my e-mail. Can anyone else out > there reach her? I`ve got a bad feeling something may have happened to her. > Or worse yet, something may have happened to me... Hey, I`m alive. Can > anyone hear me? And where`s Jilara?" "Trying... trying... ARGH!" shouts the young network.rider sitting in his corner, as he punches the side of an old ragged Apple ][. "Almost had her that time." "I got something from her, today, here in the Place; it was fuzzy, but looks like she's still there & all. She's been having mail *and* news trouble...and there's not too much I can do from this end." "Doing what I can, though. Keep trying, y'all. We'll get a good sensor lock on her yet." -- [ Christopher Davis, BU SMG '90 ] "...and don't forget the mutant newts." --Lois McMaster Bujold Path: mit-eddie!bloom-beacon!shelby!decwrl!ucbvax!mtxinu!unisoft!greywolf From: greywolf@unisoft.UUCP (The Grey Wolf) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Question... Message-ID: <2799@unisoft.UUCP> Date: 8 Feb 90 04:34:32 GMT Lines: 6 { I have been seeing the phrase "LBJFed" around. Can someone please tell me just what in blazes that means?? } -- "You guys are NUTS! En-Vee-Tee-Ess, NUTS!" -- History of the World, part I. Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!mailrus!bbn!granite!mwolf From: mwolf@granite.cr.bull.com (Mary-Anne Wolf) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Question... Message-ID: <1990Feb8.132529.19438@granite.cr.bull.com> Date: 8 Feb 90 13:25:29 GMT References: <2799@unisoft.UUCP> Reply-To: mwolf@granite.cr.bull.com (Mary-Anne Wolf) Organization: Bull HN Information Systems Inc. Lines: 10 A female voice comes from the vicinity of the ceiling: It took me a while too. LBJF stands for "Let's Just Be Friends.". It apparently is a transitive verb, thus, one can be LBJFed by a SO who says.... -- Path: mit-eddie!mit-amt!snorkelwacker!usc!brutus.cs.uiuc.edu!samsung!rex!uflorida!haven!uvaarpa!hudson!bessel.acc.Virginia.EDU!pcp2g From: pcp2g@bessel.acc.Virginia.EDU (Philip C. Plait) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Evidence that god is an iron (PUNS) Message-ID: <2596@hudson.acc.virginia.edu> Date: 8 Feb 90 16:35:34 GMT References: <1990Feb2.231940.27033@agate.berkeley.edu> <6754@celit.fps.com> Sender: news@hudson.acc.virginia.edu Reply-To: pcp2g@bessel.acc.Virginia.EDU (Philip C. Plait) Distribution: alt Organization: Academic Computing Center, University of Va. Lines: 35 >>> > "I didn't know there was any prescription against puns here!" >>>"Ah, that's shed some light on the subject... A cornea pun, true, but of a >>>rather... vitreous humor. Yes, we have many apt pupils here...." >>Eye, eye aie. >>Well, we're shedding some light on another aspect of the true nature of >>Callahans, I see. >Unbecoming j-ocularity. Iris my case. A knock is heard twice on the wooden doors. A medium sized man, balding, with a grin as evil as Fast Eddie is ugly walks in. Behind the bar, Mike looks in shock at the man. "Oh, no. It's *Phil*," he mutters. The man looks around. "Pardon my bi-noc-ing, but I sclera'pun a stack 'a bibles I heard some eyesores in here. Ah, Mike, my old friend, could you put me in contacts with a pint of my favorite?" Mike, wincing, reaches down and pulls out a dark brown bottle of feral-smelling homemade root beer. The man takes it after sliding a dollar into Mike's outstretched hand. Taking a big swallow, he says, "Been a long time since I browsed this place, or should I say Place? Alash, a long time indeed." Finishing the bottle, he puts another dollar onto the bar. "Socket to me again, Mike!" Suddenly, a look of consternation appears on his face. "Walleyed be damned! I'm outta singles! Guess this is my last one for the day, gentlefolks. I'd best be goin'. Seeya round!" * Phil Plait PCP2G@bessel.acc.virginia.EDU * UVa Dept. of Astronomy Grad student (at large) * * "Censorship? You're worried about censorship when you write crap like that?" Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!apple!brutus.cs.uiuc.edu!samsung!uunet!cbmvax!vu-vlsi!swatsun!quislet From: quislet@cs.swarthmore.edu (Alex) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Newcomer Message-ID: <8WLDRVG@cs.swarthmore.edu> Date: 4 Feb 90 19:37:51 GMT Organization: Crum Woods Lines: 26 The door opens tentatively, and a young man with tousled brown hair steps inside. The blue, Medieval-ish shirt with wide, flared sleeves that he's wearing somehow seems to work with his faded jeans and scuffed white sneakers. He looks around the place, and his face lights up in a wry grin: he's found it. He walks in, a little more confidently, now, nodding uneasily at his black-clad other half in the corner. They're speaking again, trying to decide whether to integrate or not. The young man drops a Susan B. Anthony on the bar, and says "Chocolate milkshake, Mike. Extra syrup." He finds a seat near the girl with purple socks, and stretches his long legs comfortably. He sips a while, then pulls out a wooden flute from his back pocket, and fumbles through the first half of Warren Zevon's "Excitable Boy". Finishing, he looks inordinately pleased with himself, and, encouraged by the lack of thrown tomatoes, (or potatoes for that matter) he tries to play something that was obviously never meant to be played by a solo flute - possibly "Crazy Little Thing Called Love". He then tips a nod towards the green tiger, lifts his glass in a half-wave, and downs half the contents. He leans back comfortably, stashes the flute, and flashes a grin at Hildebaby, spreading his hands as if to say, "Well, I made it." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Alex, Resident Anachronism | No especially clever quote at the moment. sawx90@swarthmr | Stay tuned... sawx90@campus.swarthmore.edu | ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Path: mit-eddie!bloom-beacon!shelby!apple!apple.com!zardoz From: zardoz@apple.com (The One Eyed Man) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: A Little Request Message-ID: <6587@internal.Apple.COM> Date: 8 Feb 90 19:28:41 GMT Sender: usenet@Apple.COM Organization: Apple Computer, Inc. Lines: 52 References: <7810@pt.cs.cmu.edu> <467@sixhub.UUCP> <7053@sdcc6.ucsd.edu> In article <7053@sdcc6.ucsd.edu> secbh1@sdbio2.ucsd.edu (Lori Stahlman) writes: > Betsy Bo, who has always been particularly good at doing two or > three things at once, looks up from her book. > > "Excuse me," she calls out politely. "I've been listening, and > I've heard a new word. Will someone please explain 'filk' to > me? I can guess at what type of music it is, but it's always so > much nicer to be sure. Filk is, umm...well...kind of...folk music, but with a science fiction/fantasy slant. Sometime with original tunes (I usually write the tunes and music to my stuff) or to another well known tune. An example (written off the top of my head as I speak, so please don't critique) to the tune of Sweet Betsy from Pike: O, Jon Luc Picard is a sweet talking man There's not a hair ruffled when it hits the fan There's not a hair ruffled, though planets may fall There's not a hair ruffled, 'cause there's none at all Cho: So here's to the crew of the bold Enterprise Jon Luc, and the kid and the one with the eyes The councellor, Klingon, and android for fen Are your stereotypical people again (Feel free to add your own verses; they HAVE to be better than that) > "What type of music will you all play when you get it together? I > think it might be productive to get a dialogue going." Virtually anything, I would imagine. (Leave out that comma if you want to). > She goes back to her book, but a moment later she looks up > again. > > "By the bye, I'm a frustrated musician too. Bagpipes are my > bag. They're very loud, but the chanter, which is the horn > part, is quite a lovely instrument. If I fit in with whatever > you decide, I'll toss in my musical two cents' worth." Why not just play the chanter? You fit in fine. ************************************* * When you do it to me, it's discrimination * When I do it to you, it's AA ************************************* -- These are my ideas. Oy vey, are they mine. -- zardoz