Path: mit-eddie!bbn!granite!mwolf From: mwolf@granite.cr.bull.com (Mary-Anne Wolf) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: re: hell Summary: release pressure often Message-ID: <1990Mar12.143842.20006@granite.cr.bull.com> Date: 12 Mar 90 14:38:42 GMT References: <9060035@hpfcso.hp.com> Reply-To: mwolf@granite.cr.bull.com (mary-anne wolf) Organization: bull hn information systems inc. Lines: 42 in article <9060035@hpfcso.hp.com> daq@hpfcso.hp.com (doug quarnstrom) writes: (really interesting material deleted) > certainly rage is not hate, but I think that > the emotions may be connected, and it disturbs > me that I do not have complete control. (more deleted) >still the cynic A female voice responds from the vicinity of the ceiling. "It depends on whaqt you mean by "hate". There is no-one whom I wish to injure. My current manager sometimes comes close, but not really. When I was a child I was violent. I had a reputation in school that terrified a lot of people (including some teachers). When I graduated high school I decided I did not want people to be frightened of me anymore. I made a decision that anger should be expressed quickly and verbally. I now have a tongue that can cut like a knife, and I might even have a reputation of not being a nice person, but at least no-one is frightened of me, and I have not really hurt anyone because I have never let the anger build to a point where I wanted to. That is much easier than finding somewhere to put it once it has built up. In the sexist way of looking at things, just as men are not supposed to feel pain, women are not supposed to be angry, so I badly violate a social norm by my decision. Well-meaning people at work frequently tell me how my "people skills" need improvement. I guess it's relative. Funny how long it has been since I thought about that decision." Mary-Anne mwolf@pws.bull.com or mwolf@granite.cr.bull.com "I'm nobody. Who are you? Are you a nobody too?" -- Path: mit-eddie!bloom-beacon!bu.edu!xylogics!world!eliz From: eliz@world.std.com (Elizabeth Lear) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Realspace Gathering idea becomes a t-shirt Message-ID: <1990Mar12.182716.14856@world.std.com> Date: 12 Mar 90 18:27:16 GMT References: <9003120536.AA17527@ccb.ucsf.EDU> Organization: The World Lines: 20 robin@CCB.UCSF.EDU (Robin Colgrove) did pop in and say: > How to recognize one another? A number of possible schemes come to > mind ... this stopgap measure could suffice till we get down to the > important business of making an alt.callahans.tshirt ;)! Aha! Another welcome contribution that I could make to this wonderful group. I'm soon to marry a fine young man who does merchandising for a living, and tho he usually does comics-related stuff he has been known to contemplate other jobs [a knowing smile aside to Kathy]. I'm sure that if we could find sufficient numbers of people to purchase these t-shirts we could get them made for an affordable price. In different colors even! But what would they look like? ...eliz -- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- One of the many fine staff members of THE WORLD - public access UNIX SUN 4/280 (617)739-WRLD 24 hrs. 300/1200/2400bd *Interested in musical theater? Join us! musicals-request@world.std.com* Path: mit-eddie!bu.edu!lll-winken!uunet!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!lavaca.uh.edu!jane!cosc5sh From: cosc5sh@jane.uh.edu (Unbeliever) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Unbeliever's Update Message-ID: <5798.25fba99a@jane.uh.edu> Date: 12 Mar 90 19:52:25 GMT Organization: The Land Lines: 92 A blue sparkling special effect flashes briefly in front of the fireplace, out of which the Unbeliever materializes, flying out of control (narrowly missing several incoming glasses), and crashes to the floor in the center of the room. "What is that word you use, Ow?" "OW.", the room agrees. "OW!", the Unbeliever yells. The Unbeliever rather painfully climbs to his feet. "Ow ow ow OW!" Looking around the room, he adds, "Sorry for startling you guys; but I've always wanted to do that, ever since watching it on 'THE TOMORROW PEOPLE'". "Do what?", asks Fast Eddie, playing the straight man as usual. "Well", the Unbeliever replies, "Once, in an early episode, one of the Tomorrow People freaked out a cop by jumping from a tall bridge, only to 'jaunt' at the last minute back to the Tomorrow People's home base. Of course, he didn't stop to think that the act of teleporting had no effect on his MOMENTUM, and he came out of the 'jaunt' at the same speed he entered..." The Unbeliever turns to a Certain Blue Unicorn, sniffs, and begins to speak. "I am hurt, disappointed, and other bad things, that you failed to remember me in your roll call of Callahan's regulars whom you asked for information regarding your Alt.Callahan's Book. I flail at thee with limp spaghetti." Unbeliever's ring glows briefly, and a strand of wet spaghetti appears in his hand, and he does indeed flail it at Taldin's shoulder. The spaghetti vanishes as spontaneously as it appeared. "Just because I haven't POSTED much recently...", Unbeliever mumbles. Turning to the face the rest of Callahans, Unbeliever asks, "Ever tell you guys about the Ambassador from Czechoslavakia (sp?) whose sandals were found in front of the cage containing mated lions? The investigators on the scene concluded..." Fast Eddie blurts out, "The Czech is in the male!" Peanuts are thrown with Great Violence. "I suppose", the Unbeliever continues when relative calm is restored, "that I >SHOULD< choose Stephen Donaldson for Author_I_Would_Be, for the obvious reason that he wrote my favorite series of books, and CREATED this persona I wear of Thomas Covenant, Unbeliever. But I won't. And to choose Spider Robinson here (even if he was my next choice, which he isn't) would be sacriledge. Therefore, my choice is none other than the Good Doctor, Isaac Asimov. Asimov is one of the most intelligent, well-spoken men of our time. And within the realm of TRUE Science Fiction (i.e. accent the SCIENCE), he has NO equal. He INVENTED the word 'Robotics', created the Three Laws (plus one) of robotic behavior, and has created the entire science of Psychohistory. In addition, he is famous for his ability to take virtually any subject from Chemistry to the Bible, dissect it, and make it understandable to the layman. He is a SCIENTIST, as well as an author, and that makes him a rare commodity, indeed. We're lucky he's still around..." "Some of you may remember my lament ("The Unbeliever's Tale", back in the early days of Alt.Callahan's), regarding my utter inability to find a girlfriend, or even a girl who >MIGHT< >SOMEDAY< become a girlfriend. Well, I just thought I'd give you folks an update. IT'S STILL HAPPENING! There appears to be a selective force field around me, that repels any female that might be interested in making a new male friend. Those (attached) girls who know me call me a big teddy bear; you'd think that a non-threatening personality like mine would ATTRACT girls. Instead, they run and hide when I come into a room..." "The advice I've gotten so far seems to be in the "Wait, it'll happen eventually" camp. Well, I'M TIRED OF WAITING!!! It hasn't gotten me anywhere this far (I'm 22); in fact, I think the do-nothing-it'll-happen-when-it's-time philosophy is precisely why I'm where I am now. What do I need to do, folks? There has to be SOME secret of the fun and popular that can be employed by a non-alcohol-consuming, un-sports-minded, Democratic computer science major! HELP!" Turning back to the fireplace, the Unbeliever raises his hand. A glass of eggnog, untarnished and pure, appears in his hand with a flash of his White Gold ring. "To The One, who is still out there somewhere, searching frantically for her soulmate, unaware that he is me, that I am HERE. To Her!" The Unbeliever gulps down his eggnog, hurls the glass into the fireplace with a forceful CRASH, and then runs full-tilt to join it, only to vanish in a blue sparkling special effect at the last minute. BBB EEEE TTTTT RRR U U EEEE B B E T R R U U E BBB EEE T RRR U U EEE B B E T R R U U E BBB EEEE T R R UU EEEE +-----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |InterNet: cosc5sh@elroy.uh.edu UUCP:...texbell!uhnix1!elroy.uh.edu!cosc5sh | +-----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!usc!cs.utexas.edu!uunet!shelby!lindy!news From: GE.LJB@forsythe.stanford.edu (Louis J Bookbinder) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Things are getting a bit chaotic, lately Message-ID: <8443@lindy.Stanford.EDU> Date: 12 Mar 90 20:52:07 GMT Sender: news@lindy.Stanford.EDU (News Service) Lines: 31 Clank, CLANK. Nick clanks back in, a load of firewood in his arms, but two fuzzy things stuck in his hands. Clumsily he dumps the wood in its stack and then tries to grab the broom. The fuzzy things interfere, but after a few tries he gets it and carefully sweeps up the accumulated glass. After a while, he stops and says: "Its really there, isn't it? I mean this big white truck in the middle of the room? You all see it? How can you toast anything with a truck parked over the chalk line?! And where did all this glass come from? And who put this truck here and when are you going to remove it?!" Mike comes up from behind the bar and says "One of the patrons uses it for time travel. He's parked his bod over in one of these many corners, he's got 10 minutes left on the meter before we start taking it apart. But if you want to make a toast, just get up on the tailgate, or talegate, if it's something you want to tell." He turns toward a fairly normal corner and shouts "Nine minutes, buddy!" Nick turns to one of the more entrepreneurial members of the crowd. "How about a dollar bill, upper left, a filled shotglass, lower right, and the two divided diagonally by a chalk line?" No answer. He shrugs, "Oh well, it was an idea!" Nick sweeps some more, dodges another toast, puts the broom back and shovels up the pile of glass with a large dust pan, which he has even more difficulty holding. He clanks out of the room, dodging a tiger tail hanging down from a rafter, and slams the door with his heel. Nick Chopper - my opinion? dont ax! LB>- GE.LJB@Forsythe.stanford.edu Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!apple!usc!cs.utexas.edu!wuarchive!decwrl!ucbvax!fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM!jane From: jane@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM (Jane Beckman x4030) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: White Cockade dates? Message-ID: <9003121613.AA19200@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> Date: 13 Mar 90 00:13:20 GMT Sender: daemon@ucbvax.BERKELEY.EDU Lines: 7 Jilara is trying to figure when would be a good time to get folks together at the White Cockade. Suggested weekend dates: March 24 or 25th, or April 7 or 8? (I'm going to be gone the weekend of March 31, and I want to be there, too!) I suggest afternoon, as the place is quiet (not for long!) and very pleasant at this time. Let me know preferences. (Gee, if we go for April, Alaric could come, too...) Jilara the Exile jane%fsdcupt.csd@urbana.mcd.mot.com Newsgroups: alt.callahans Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!chaos.cs.brandeis.edu!adam From: adam@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu (David C. Kaplowitz) Subject: Rumblings In-Reply-To: jane@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM's message of 13 Mar 90 00:13:20 GMT Message-ID: <1990Mar13.024513.6410@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu> Organization: Brandeis University Computer Science Dept References: <9003121613.AA19200@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> Date: Tue, 13 Mar 90 02:45:13 GMT Lines: 80 A (still rotund) fellow, sitting in the center of the room (or as close as he can manage) finishes the last of the ten irish coffees sitting before him. Reaching into his sample case (sample case? where did this come from, oh thank you gilly (I just guess that I have a bad case of friendship ...) now only if I could get elephants into it ... where did the unbeliever go again?) he takes out a saucer of milk (elephant milk of course what else do tygers drink?) and hooks it to the twitching tail (tale) infront of him. Following that he takes out a clear plastic container filled with liquid about the color of Taladin and pours it into on of the emptied glasses before him. "Well they say that blue food will make you immortal, so to life ..." "Nice kitty, do you want some milk too? And what lovely big eyes you have ..." (the sound made by a cat starting to strike someone being diverted by a (n other) saucer of (elephant) milk and starting to consume it) " ... I love cats. They _have_ been good for relieving my tension at times. Why, just before my sat's back in highschool I was very nervous, so I was walking around outside, away from the heard of people clustered around the doors waiting to go in (why do people have the tendency to heard? And yet we (yes gilly, I still consider my self people) seem so touchy about personal space ...) and I heard (there it is again, see I told you. Oh right, the story ... ) a strange meuing, well to make a long (and somewhat embarasing (yes most of my stories embaras someone, but I don't tell those in mixed company (all right, all right, any more in mixed company) may I continue? Thank you.)) story shorter, I walked into the test just under the deadline with an untreed kitten under my arm. And I got ninty eight percentile on the blasted thing. I have never been able to do so well before or since, but it was an amazing experience. So (said somewhat rythmically, as if someone with no voice whatsoever was attempting to sing ...) be kind to your milk drinking friends, they might be somebody's saviour ... Yes that includes you, you cute furball, now go back to the one you own, they might get lonely with out you." "Sigh, lonelyness. I never thought that I would be experiencing life with it's foundation blocks removed ..." "A toast (Nick, do you want to move a bit, I can't navigate my bulk up the tailgate, so I'll have to toast from here, and I definitely woodn't want to bruise _you_) TO DISTANCE, may it ever decrease!" "Hey Shadow, how do you manage to go unnoticed most of the time? I seem to be a responsible person (every time something goes wrong, I'm responsible, but if things go right, it was do to their own efforts (sigh, computers, when will they be perfect ...) I hate that ) and it might be nicer if I could just dissapear for a while ... Oh well, just a thought anyway. Ms cheshire librarian? Could you hand me a copy of Kurt V's book _Welcome to the Monkey House_? Thank you. Here it is, the story "Who am I this time". Is this the spirit in which authorship will be carried on? Sounds neat." "Someone famous said once that all of life is a play and that we are merely players. If so, could someone fax me a copy of the cliff notes to the play? I want to find out if I am playing a hero, a villian or just an incidental." "Jake? If you could have a couple more of these passed over here it would be jake with me. <*Duck>" "Anybody know of a good sf bookstore? I just walked into waldenbooks and found that I owned every single sf book that they had for sale, (and of course several others (yes I said several, what do you mean you cannot walk into the common room without tripping, there was a clear path through them yesterday ... oh yea, I just came back from shopping since then. ) ) so I am looking to expand (does anyone have book cases for the celing that work?) both my collection and my horizions." "Hmm, what's this? Thank you. _The Ghost of Carmen ... Who? Haunting what? I guess I just have to read it ..." "Someone shake me if something exciting is going on ... alright I mean something out of the ordinary ... stop already, how about something worth interupting a good book for. Thank you. ( I hate being the epicenter ... )" Traveler In Elepants Dave -- Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!apple!usc!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!pt.cs.cmu.edu!andrew.cmu.edu!jm7w+ From: jm7w+@andrew.cmu.edu (Joelle Ann Mellon) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Grin-- Some Dreams Come True Message-ID: Date: 13 Mar 90 03:31:02 GMT Organization: Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA Lines: 86 A familiar laugh is heard from outside, accompanied by the sound of approaching hoofbeats. Unexpectedly, the door opens to admit Taldin-- and quite a few of the regulars do a second double take at the 'corn as well-- ..this time he has a rider. Taldin grins. Hi all-- I didn't mention where I was going for Spring Break. Umm.. I'm posting from CMU, where I'm visitng a very good friend -- he pauses to look back at the young lady sitting on his back -- and someone rather special to me. I guess this means I'm taken. They say love at first sight is crazy. Well, I'll lay this one on you-- Joelle and I fell in love WITHOUT seeing each other first.. it just goes to show that it's what's on the inside that counts as well as what's on the outside. The 'corn turns his head and whispers something to the girl. She chuckles, and dismounts, Taldin reverting to his human form right after. He kisses her hand gently and goes to the bar, ordering them both drinks. Handing her hers, he steps to the line. Downing the Spiked Apple Juice quickly, he hurls the mug into the fireplace, grinning happily as he does. "TO LOVE! >>CRASH<<" "It can happen to any of us when we least expect it." The young lady pokes Taldin in the arm. "Yes, beloved?" he replies with a chuckle. "Just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Joelle, and I've been reading alt.callahan's for a long time. I think it's kinda funny that the first time I post I post as Taldin's lady. I bring you all greetings, and wishes for as much happiness as Taldin and I have found." (Taldin blushes.) "I've read that many of you have had some sort of turmoil within your souls about finding a soulmate." Taldin interrupts, "If I can find one..so can you!" Joelle rolls her eyes at him, and he chuckles. "Stop being so modest, Tal." "I am not being modest! I'm nothing special." She groans , and continues. "I wish to bring you peace, and assure you that there are those like Tal and I who look with ouir hearts instead of our eyes. And I also have a toast to make." Taldin whispers, "don't say it in Latin.." She laughs as she steps up to the chalk line. To him, she says, "Ad Novos Amicos!" She hurls her mug into the fire, and to the rest of the room, she says, "To New Friends!!" >>CRASH<< She sits down with Taldin, and whispers something in his ear. "Um..I don't think that's appropriate." "At least a hug? " "That I can do, m'ilady. Hugs are what makes Callahan's go 'round." They embrace, and most of the room can feel the empathic "Awww..." Taldin The Blue Unicorn via The Lady Joelle's Account... -8) P.S. She 'hates' puns. Heh heh heh...ow! Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!apple!usc!ucsd!ucsdhub!hp-sdd!hplabs!hpfcso!daq From: daq@hpfcso.HP.COM (Doug Quarnstrom) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Spring Break, Time For A Story... Message-ID: <9060036@hpfcso.HP.COM> Date: 12 Mar 90 17:41:14 GMT References: Organization: Hewlett-Packard, Fort Collins, CO, USA Lines: 161 Taldin writes... >and DO say hello! I keep missing out on these Callahan's get-togethers >because they;re all in BOSTON or CALIFORNIA! *Sigh*. I can't get >away from schoolwork long enough to get to one of these...oh well." Ain't it the truth. One would think that these are the veritable centers of civilization. >"To Time!" >"Nobody in this room can tell how much of it they have, for sure. Far too much one way or the other. >about leapfrog before.')" He grins. "Some of us aren't legal, >including me (I'm just barely 19) but Mike lets us in here because >we need the Place. May we keep the bar open for a long time to I don't need the place. I just like it. >"You know, I had an idea this afternoon, since I have all >the articles of Callahan's (or at least the pertinent ones) >squirreled away on my computer here. Someone should be >writing this stuff down, since storing it away just doesn't >do it. I'd like to, in fact, write something over the summer >like one of the Callahan's books, except this one will have us >in it... I am a decent writerm, but could never write a full >length novel. SHort stories are more my style-- and it >occurred to me that the Callahan's medium makes for a good >putlet to write with. Therefore, I am now taking suggestions >on what to put in 'Alt The World's A Callahan's', the book-based- >on-the-newsgroup-based-on-the-books..and we'll send the >work to Spider Robinson when we're done." This seems like a big undertaking. It would be even harder to do real people justice than to create fictional ones, and it seems that it would be impossible without talking to those people a great deal about the subjects you intend to pursue in the short stories. Of course, nothing stops you from cannibalizing the personalities to suit your purposes... >"I'm juggling a table of contents around in my head.. > 2--Cloaks Of Darkness, Dreams of Light > --the discussion on Masks, and hiding behind personnas, > and the inability to show one's true self to the world My persona in the newsgroup is a subset of my persona in the real world, but I am perfectly willing to expose my soul fully to anyone who asks. > 3-- 101 Ways Which Won't Get You A Soulmate > --a chapter which will get reposted every once in awhile God help us all. > 4--What This World Needs Is A >>HUGE<< Warm Fuzzy > --self-explanatory I would change this to "What this world needs is a huge cobalt salted thorium bomb." Hey, I am the cynic! > 5--This Place Has Too Many Corners... > --a collection of some of the more unusual ways > people start their posts, and leave for the night Hence my bulletin board. I never stay. I just come and go. > 8-- Only The Beast Will Do > --some of the more unusal personna's described How do you judge unusual? > 9-- Take a Left At The Tuning Fork > --some of the more musically inclined people > bring up their favorite songs, and Fast Eddie gets > his work cut out for him" Favorite songs? You really don't want to know... >"And of course, there's more to come, naturally. I could >use some input from you folks, like extra chapters (nine is >cool, but there's bound to be more I haven't thought of >that someone else thinks is a glaring hole. There might >also be a set of short stories dedicated to one regular >of Callahan's each ("A Nick-All-Plated Axe" sounds catchy) >but I'd have to see about getting people's permission to >write about them." > How about "Really bad things that have happened." >"Chapter 1 I'd like to get the most input from you folks on, >as it's the groundwork for the rest of the book. What I need from >you if you want to be in the story is-- > a)your real name What, so you can perform black magic on me? No way dude. b)the name you use in Callahan's Shirley McClaine. Or was that in a past incarnation? c)the way you appear in Callahan's Black pants. Black Reeboks. Black shirt. Black soul. d)the way you got to Callahans Computer, of course. e)the toast you liked the most (doesn't have to be yours) How about, "Fuck soulmates." I doubt you can print that. f)where you'd like to be seated in Callahan's I never stay, so it is not relevant. g)..and of course, what you'll have to drink. I always bring my own, because I don't really like to talk to Callahan. He understands, and I don't make trouble. > People I'd really like to hear from; > Chris Davis > Alaric > Jilara > Greywolf > Shadow (WHERE IS HE?) Only he knows. > Chris Phoenix > Gilly > Nick Chopper > James Webster Birdsall > Diana Egly > The Cynic (Grr.. now I have to find his mail address) If you can get to diana you can get to me. If you get to hplabs, just add !hpfcla!daq > Silverblack > Robin Colgrove > Kathy Li > Octave That is Oktave. By the way, hi Okt. Are ya back from spring break yet? > -Taldin The Blue Unicorn > Author-Wanna-Be Aren't we all? Cynic -- Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!apple!usc!ucsd!ucsdhub!hp-sdd!hplabs!hpfcso!hpcndaw!jason%hpcndjdz.HP.COM@hpcnd From: jason@hpcndjdz.HP.COM (Jason Zions) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Written/Spoken words Message-ID: <21780003@hpcndjdz.HP.COM> Date: 12 Mar 90 17:35:02 GMT References: <9003091701.AA25556@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> Organization: HP Colorado Networks Division Lines: 39 Jilara's words about the oral tradition seem to ignite a small glow in Jazz's eyes as well. "I've always been impressed by people who truly carried on the oral tradition; people who could speak poetry without reciting it, giving the words the life the poet intended for them. Too many people believe the rhyme is the thing, ignoring the rhythym, alliteration, and all the other melodic devices imbedded in the work. A true reader of poetry does more than just blow the dust off the page; she beings it to life. "If you ever get a chance to attend some small town's Frontier Days celebration, or some such similar gathering of people interested in hearing about the days of the founding of the town, you can probably find a bunch of old-timers, some of whom being rather young, who can really tell a story. The best way to hear about what it was like is from someone who was there, or who heard his grandpappy talk about it. A real storyteller can put a sweat on your brow as easily as on his own. Find a bunch of real-life mountain men (some of whom are women) and ask to hear some stories; be prepared to pay a little (a little alcohol really does buy something in those circles) but it's worth the price. "As for Jilara's observation that Finland has grown too modern; that may well be true, especially in the southern third of the country. But if you go north into Lappland, and spend some time with real Lapps, you may find that many things still haven't changed. The story telling tradition is still strong; I spent a few hours with a few colleagues and a pair of Lapps, listening to stories told with vigor. Other things haven't changed as well, including the mosquitos. I swear, I saw 'skeeters big enough to require Mode C transponders to enter a TCA and swarms large enough to cause significant wake turbulence. Which is why the reindeer are always on the roads in Lappland; it's the best way to get out of the forests, which is the best way to get away from the mosquitos." Jazz P.S. It looks like HP has emerged from the alt.callahans black hole again; about 30 or so messages have arrived in the last few days. I don't know how long we'll stay connected, though; I still haven't figured out why we're getting disconnected... Newsgroups: alt.callahans Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!chaos.cs.brandeis.edu!adam From: adam@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu (David C. Kaplowitz) Subject: Re: Grin-- Some Dreams Come True In-Reply-To: jm7w+@andrew.cmu.edu's message of 13 Mar 90 03:31:02 GMT Message-ID: <1990Mar13.044742.13859@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu> Organization: Brandeis University Computer Science Dept References: Date: Tue, 13 Mar 90 04:47:42 GMT Lines: 7 "A round for all on this joyous ocasion!" comes boiling forth from the potbellied one in the center. "*TO HAPPY COUPLES*" <*Crash*> Traveler In Elephants Dave --