Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!apple!brutus.cs.uiuc.edu!psuvax1!xavier!news From: nap92@campus.swarthmore.edu Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: More from the land of Swarthmore Message-ID: Date: 6 Apr 90 20:14:56 GMT Sender: news@xavier.swarthmore.edu (USENET News System) Organization: Swarthmore College Lines: 6 / v \ | Nao Parkhurst | | | nap92@campus.swarthmore.edu | "Blasny, blasny." | | nap92@swarthmr.bitnet | -"The Foreigner" | \ ^ / Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!brutus.cs.uiuc.edu!psuvax1!xavier!news From: nap92@campus.swarthmore.edu Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: More from the land of Swarthmore Message-ID: <9J0GX37@xavier.swarthmore.edu> Date: 6 Apr 90 17:25:09 GMT Sender: news@xavier.swarthmore.edu (USENET News System) Organization: Swarthmore College Lines: 77 [take two....] Nao climbs out of her armchair again, leaving the tiger kitten snoring happily away. She silently threads her way through conversations and tables until she gets to the door. She opens it and leaves briefly. She comes back in with sprinkles of rain caught in her loose hair, which falls in her eyes. Her clothes have changed--she now wears navy blue pants, a blue and white plaid shirt and blue socks. She's blue today. Through the open door, you see a long walk, flanked by oak trees, climbing a hill toward a large stone building. The door shuts again, and she wanders back to her chair, mumbling "I wish Callahan's STAYED at the bottom of Magill walk. It would be so much easier to get to....." She sits down in her chair just in time to see Ender walk up to the chalk line. As soon as she sees him, her eyes open wide, and she listens closely as he speaks about leaving and coming back. He briefly tells how he had hurt Nao a year ago, and then goes on to tell people about Rachel. He makes his toast, and then settles back into a corner to virtually cry. Nao gets up from her chair again and walks over to Ender's corner. She hugs him, and offers him a virtual handkerchief (:pulls a handkerchief from thin air and offers it to Ender. :) She speaks softly to him for awhile, hugs him again, and says more loudly, so that more than Ender can hear, "I'm glad you came back to Callahan's. Here, I know this isn't black, but will you take it anyway? You've given me warm fuzzies before, though not quite this literally." She cups her hands together, and when she opens them again, a royal blue warm fuzzy is sitting there, purring and whistling. "They're an awful lot like tribbles, aren't they? Except that we don't have to worry about them eating all our food... Here, I'll let you decide to take it. I hope you will." Nao places the fuzzy gently on the table in front of Ender. As it leaves her hands, another appears, sitting on her left hand. She makes a surprised and pleased noise. "Well, now, will you look at that? I'll see you later, Ender." She walks over to Eretria, who is still staring at the green warm fuzzy. The blue warm fuzzy that Nao holds squeeks a little and leans (can fuzzies lean?) toward Eretria. Nao speaks again. "Thanks for brushing my hair. I'm going to give you another warm fuzzy, just to baffle you a little more." And blue joins green in Eretria's hands. Nao walks on, giving warm fuzzies to Hildebaby, Ralph, the green tiger kitten sitting in her chair (who takes the fuzzy carefully in its mouth, leaps up to the rafters, and leaves it in front of the Green Tiger's nose,) lots of people along the way to the bar, and finally hands one to Mike, along with a Susan B. Anthony coin. "Found this in my piggy bank. It must be left over from taking the train. Anyway, I'd like a root beer. Again." And she smiles, somewhat wryly, at Hildebaby and Ender. "Pizza and root beer, my friends." Finally, she steps over to the chalk line, placing thte current royal blue fuzzy on her shoulder. "Some might think that I m going to speak of relationships and love. No, that's not why I'm here today. I'm just generally depressed about school. I'm seriously afraid that I'm going to fail my math class, which I need for my distribution requirements. Not only do I need it fr that, but I"m already one credit behind, since I"m taking three credits this semester. If I fail math, I'm in trouble. I may need to take an extra semester. And it's not that I have trouble with math. It's that I don't do the work I need to do. If I can only just get myself motivated enough to pass....but I'm afraid that I can't." She starts to cry, right there out in public. "Oh, well, no worse than crying in Coffeehouse last Saturday. I dunno. Being here in Callahan's has helped somewhat, but......" Sh looks at her watch, and gulps. "I need to finish ironing the maypole ribbons before lunch. Off I go." She gulps dowwn the root beer, and tosses the glass. "To...to...ah, hell. To feeling better by breaking glass!" She half smiles, and listens a moment to the bagpipe music coming from the roof. "Now that's nice. Anybody here dance Scottish? We could do a set of Fugal Fergus....." -Nao / v \ | Nao Parkhurst | | | nap92@campus.swarthmore.edu | "Blasny, blasny." | | nap92@swarthmr.bitnet | -"The Foreigner" | \ ^ / Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!usc!cs.utexas.edu!uunet!shelby!lindy!news From: HF.ZMF@forsythe.stanford.edu (Miriam Ferziger) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: The envelope please. . . Message-ID: <8813@lindy.Stanford.EDU> Date: 6 Apr 90 17:48:47 GMT Sender: news@lindy.Stanford.EDU (News Service) Lines: 58 Viola looked up from her copy of _Stranger in a Strange Land_. "Thanks to everyone who answered my post. What a fun way to meet a lot of people in a short time. Those of you who answered know whether you won or not, but I suppose one or two others may be interested. Since I had a clump of Stanfordites answer before anybody else, I decided to delclare two winners: Local-Nick Chopper, and National-tyg." Viola airmailed two dollar bills to the bar. One landed in front of Tom, the other in front of Mike. "Wow, I'm finally getting the hang of that! One is for Nick, as he sees fit to drink it. The other is for tyg. (He had this to say to me when I asked what he wanted) >Well, let's see. My first instinct was to ask for a Old Tyme >Ginger Beer, but it occurs to me that I can find such in this >locale and it's quite possible that Callahan might have some drinks >that are either a bit harder to obtain or even virtually >impossible. So in order of attainability, I'd be satisfied with >any of the following; >Canada Dry lime rickey (available in Ontario, but not in Windsor, >the part I'm only 47 miles from) >Schwepps lime or blackberry cordial (available in Britain) Lemon >soda (available in Switzerland) >Vernors, but with the specification that it be the old time stuff >with the little gnome on the bottle and aged in oak barrels, not >the current stuff in the mutant Sprite can >Nehi extra spicy ginger ale; this was test marketed in Virgina >around Richmond in December 1985; at least that's the only >time/place I ever saw it. >Fizzies of any flavor; off the market for at least 15 years, this >was a "drink" of my childhood involving dropping tablets that >fizzed like alka-seltzer into water where they made a good drink >in various flavors. "Well, my friend (may I call you that) if you cannot make up your own mine, I suppose I get to choose. Mike could you mix a 'suicide' of all of the above? "Now. . . Thank you to all the others who responded. And especially thanks for the interesting Heinlein information. If I haven't already bought you a drink, I'll do so now. Since I am virtually broke right now, I might as well be broke virtually. "Jillara. I would love to meet you on Sunday, but I am so booked up this weekend, what with cleaning for Passover, rehersals, and taking Oktave on a bookbuying spree." ------------ "If music be the food of love, play on" Duke Orisneo, _12th Night_ (Wm. Shakespeare) ----------- Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!HAWK.ULOWELL.EDU!wgarmil From: wgarmil@HAWK.ULOWELL.EDU (WildCard) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Reposting of arrival Message-ID: <9004061835.AA21767@hawk> Date: 6 Apr 90 18:35:42 GMT Sender: daemon@ucbvax.BERKELEY.EDU Lines: 51 ...the dizzyness fades, the swirling whiteness clears and WildCard emerges from the shadows of the Past once again... When the special effect clears, WildCard is again visable. Only this time, he isn't standing up. In fact, he doesn't appear to be conscience either. "Well, don't just stand there gawking at him, give 'em some air!" I never knew who the kind young lady was. All I knew was she saw me starting to fall, and tried to catch me. How was she to know that I was tripped over my own left foot due to the dizzyness caused by my transporting unexpectedly to Callahan's Place? Just as she grapped me, the whiteness of that "other place" I go to took over, and the next thing either of us saw was the fireplace. While I don't mind taking passangers with me, I do like to know their name before giving them a free ride. "Lady, I'd breath easier if you'd get your foot off my chest," I said as kindly as such a statement will allow. "Oops! Sorry, Wayne." Huh? How'd she know my name? My real name? I hadn't used it in years. And she didn't look like one of the few I knew in the past... "Miss, do I know you? Or do you know me? And who told you my name? And..." "So many questions! Lets just say you'll meet me soon enough, WildCard." And with that mysterious statement, she vanishes in same manner I uncontrollably use. "So, WC, you've finally got yourself a girlfriend, huh?" "It would appear that way, but for someone who time jumps randomly, who can say for sure. I certainly don't remember meeting her, yet. Anyways, Mike, I need a Sunrise for my toast." Paying for the drink, I walk up to the chalk line, change my Sunrise into a Sunset, and make my usual toast: "To randomness! Without it, I'd be naught but a fading memory!" And the randomness continues.... _ __ _ __ How can we dance ' ) / // / / ) / when our earth is turning? / / / o // __/ / __. __ __/ How can we sleep (_(_/ <_ Date: 6 Apr 90 18:36:41 GMT Sender: daemon@ucbvax.BERKELEY.EDU Lines: 42 After making his toast, the embodiment of randomness finally decides to sit down. Finding a small empty table by the fireplace, he takes a seat. Fortunately, WildCard doesn't remain alone for long. As one of regulars approaches his table, WildCard can't help but groan to himself over whats about to be forthcoming. "Well, well, well. Look who finally showed up. Hey, WildCard, where's Karen? Last we saw of you two, you were inseperable." Kevin always did have a way with words. And sutlety. "Kevin, will you ever drop the subject? I went away, and you took my place in her life. I accept that; I may not like it, but I accept it. Now, let me enjoy my peace for a change, huh?" "My, my. Getting testy in our old age, huh?" "Kevin, this is neither the time, nor especially the place, for this discussion. She's your wife now. I respect this fact and honor your vows by not trying to win her back. Now leave me alone. I don't want to end up getting into a fight here at Callahan's Place. "And 26 isn't so old! Just because it's my birthday and I'm alone again doesn't mean anything! Why don't you go back to your friends and exclude me for your life? God knows I've tried to exclude you from mine..." Angrily, Kevin stalks off to his table at the other end of the bar. 'The man has no tact what-so-ever,' thinks WildCard. 'Why does he think I'm going to try and steal his wife from him? And why does he insist on following me all the time? Isn't anyplace safe? I just want to be left alone! i need another drink....' Getting up, WildCard goes up to Mike and orders another Sunrise. This drink too is downed rather quickly. Too quickly for a man not troubled. (To be continued...) _ __ _ __ How can we dance ' ) / // / / ) / when our earth is turning? / / / o // __/ / __. __ __/ How can we sleep (_(_/ <_ Date: 6 Apr 90 18:37:28 GMT Sender: daemon@ucbvax.BERKELEY.EDU Lines: 39 WildCard moves back to the table by the fire he selected. After rummaging thru his well work back pack, he stands ands goes over to the chalk line again. "My new friends, I feel I must explain the relationship I share with Kevin over there for the rest of you to understand what happened. My random nature is not one of my own choosing. My mind has always wanderred, irregardless to what was happening around me. Eventually, I started time jumping to where-ever my mind wanderred off too. Body and soul, I left where-ever I was and went 'somewhere else'. "My fiance couldn't deal with my 'wanderings'. During one of my more extended times away from her, she met Kevin and fell in love with him. When I finally returned to reality, I discoverred they had married the day before I returned. "Unfortunately, Kevin here wasn't content with winning my girlfriend of the past seven years from me. He seams to anticipate where I go next, and is waiting there to remind me of his victory. This hasn't helped my stability. "I came to Callahan's looking for a friendly ear. It only figures Kevin is also here. Anyways, I intend to stay until I find peace, Kevin or no Kevin. "And now my toast: To randomness, and peace. My they coexist somewhere I can get to! "By the way, does anyone have a warm fuzzy they can spare? It's been almost six years since I last held one..." _ __ _ __ How can we dance ' ) / // / / ) / when our earth is turning? / / / o // __/ / __. __ __/ How can we sleep (_(_/ <_ Date: 6 Apr 90 18:54:01 GMT Sender: nobody@acsu.Buffalo.EDU Organization: SUNY at Buffalo Lines: 36 Sender: Pity the child for hatred the ruler of souls not born fighting ever onward with naught as her his goal lost upon this child is the meaning of love lessons turn to grievance and grievance into pain Pity the child for hatred for never knowing love a shell surrounds the soul and no reflection Somewhere there is light find it watch light grow from darkness and overpower shadow Pity the child for hatred but not forever if the child hates love love the child Anyone want to comment on this in any way? wildy v056qkt3@ubvms.cc.buffalo.edu Wildy Haskell v056qkt3@ubvms.bitnet 276 W. Circular St. Ext. haskell@lictor.acsu.buffalo.edu Saratoga Springs, NY 12866 haskell@autarch.acsu.buffalo.edu Come Sail Away With Me... Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!usc!brutus.cs.uiuc.edu!psuvax1!xavier!hankins From: hankins@cs.swarthmore.edu (Luke Hankins) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Reality Check ($32.95) Message-ID: Date: 6 Apr 90 19:21:34 GMT References: <78976@tut.cis.ohio-state.edu> Sender: news@xavier.swarthmore.edu (USENET News System) Reply-To: hankins@cs.swarthmore.edu (Luke Hankins) Organization: Swarthmore College CS Dept., PA Lines: 29 Ender looks up from watching his kitten tussle with a dark blue fuzzy and grins. "Thanks, Nao. Hope you're feeling better soon. Don't let that paper go for too long, or you'll never start." Standing, he waves his hands a bit (Those of you TinyMUDders noice that he is invoking a macro...) and his clothes all change to a light shade of grey-blue. "Thanks Thenomain, you gave the final little push to kick me out of this funk. You're right, it is pretty depressing around here, but I guess that's because the happy people out there don't need to share their problems." Wndering among the tables, Ender wonders what he can do to cheer this place up. Humm.. Maybe that's the problem... This place doesn't need cheering up, just a few cheery people to contrast all the doom. Striding to the bar, he plunks down a SusyB. (Hate those damn things) and orders a strawberry Yoo-Hoo. "To contrast.... Because sometimes the world just seems to be all one shade of grey." With an underhand flip, he tosses the now empty glass into the fireplace. The glass bounces from the back of the fireplace and hits the flaming logs, exploding a few seconds later. "Delayed-action glasses, so much fun." Ender returns to his niche and resumes watching the battle between fuzzie and kitten. -- ______________________________________________________________________________ Luke Hankins (alh92@swarthmr.bitnet) |"Ah, It's great being young and insane!" hankins@cs.swarthmore.edu |"She thought I was crazy, but I was just While not (EndOfLife) do Havefun(me);| growing old...." --Steely Dan Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!usc!samsung!emory!hubcap!shelby!lindy!news From: GE.LJB@forsythe.stanford.edu (Louis J Bookbinder) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: breaking glass Message-ID: <8814@lindy.Stanford.EDU> Date: 6 Apr 90 18:42:58 GMT Sender: news@lindy.Stanford.EDU (News Service) Lines: 9 Crash! Surprise! there is Nick who was standing right behind Nao as she toasted! Nick has just lobbed a glass into the fireplace. "Me, too! To feeling better by breaking glass! Here's another! **CRASH** I love this job!" Nick Chopper - my opinion? dont ax! LB>- GE.LJB@Forsythe.stanford.edu Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!yale!cs.utexas.edu!samsung!xylogics!bu.edu!bucsf.bu.edu!austin From: austin@bucsf.bu.edu (Austin H. Ziegler, III) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Ch-ch-ch-changes... Message-ID: Date: 6 Apr 90 21:30:45 GMT References: <4a6s9Na00WB84wIksg@andrew.cmu.edu> <5852@jarthur.Claremont.EDU> Sender: news@bu.edu.bu.edu Organization: Boston University College of Engineering Lines: 44 In-reply-to: bweed@jarthur.Claremont.EDU's message of 5 Apr 90 19:08:00 GMT >>>>> On 5 Apr 90 19:08:00 GMT, bweed@jarthur.Claremont.EDU (Legacy of the >>>>> Outlaw Cheerleaders) said: "Bamf"> In article <4a6s9Na00WB84wIksg@andrew.cmu.edu> "Bamf"> haste+@andrew.cmu.edu (Dani Zweig) writes: "Bamf"> .The "BAMF" is followed by a machine-gun firing of "bamf"s -- not "Bamf"> as loud, but .somewhat sharper. When the cloud of sulphurous smoke "Bamf"> fades, it can be seen .that the new Brandi has company: Thirty "Bamf"> foot-high near-duplicates, obviously .stamped from the same mould. "Bamf"> Thirty black faces turn to Brandi with glee: . "Bamf"> ."MOMMY!". The techmage is doubled over laughing...."Good, Dani, very, very Good!" I couldn't have done better myself... "Bamf"> She laughs. "Glad to know someone's got the joke. At least they "Bamf"> didn't say `Come here you lusty-eyed hot mama!'..." "Ummmm....Brandi, these would be females, would they not? But there are a few people from the cast missing..." "Bamf"> "Now whatever happened to Mean-- er, forget I said that!" she "Bamf"> hastily adds as a rumble shakes the floor of Callahans, startling "Bamf"> kittens and Bamfs alike... Suddenly, a hunched over creature pops out of the floor...shredding it. "I'm Mean. I'm the best at what I do." There is a knock on the door, and there is, well, a rather stunning young woman standing at the door, bearing a rapier. The feature that catches you, however, is the dragon whose nose she is standing on. "Stay here, Lockheed." "Lockheed, last of the supersonic dragons..." Several of the mages around here have already fixed the damage caused by Mean, and Austin laughs out..."Say Brandi...You aren't thinking of joining Thalen and Jilara, are you? I mean Kurt is good, but did you pick that part of it up as well?" austin -- austin@bucsf.bu.edu (bigstuffto austin@buengf.bu.edu) 700 Commonwealth Box 2094, Boston, MA 02215 (617) 375-8272 BUENG '93 "Death is dead. Long live Death!" -- PNS, _On a Pale Horse_