Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!usc!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!wuarchive!decwrl!shelby!lindy!news From: GE.LJB@forsythe.stanford.edu (Louis J Bookbinder) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: some perspective on failure Message-ID: <7717@lindy.Stanford.EDU> Date: 30 Jan 90 18:02:17 GMT Sender: news@lindy.Stanford.EDU (News Service) Lines: 65 Nick Chopper clangs back into Callahans, with another armload of wood. Because he is not flesh-and-blood ("meat-people" he would say) He can carry huge amounts, but has a little problem seeing around the resulting stack. Bunnies, Tigers, and winged cats flee in terror from his metal feet while the not-so-ground-hugging types scoot their chairs and tables out of the way. Kublump! goes the stack in the pile by the hearth. Nick turns around, dusting off his hands, making a sound like a tin can caught in a garbage disposal. "I agree with Chris. Ed, JW, You feel the failure, and that proves you are human. I, too, often feel inhuman. I forget my origins. I forget that, despite this metal body and artificial heart, I live a human life, for the most part, and love real people, and do real things that make a difference, no matter how small. Failures happen. Successes not only happen, but build more successes. Even teeny, weeny successes. "After a century of existence (I forget my actual birthday, but I was adult when Dorothy found me in 1902), I can tell you that what we ALL need is not food, clothing, shelter, or Usenet accounts, but rather a sense of our own value. And we don't get a sense of our own value by owning things, or earning things, or controlling things. We get it by doing things of value, not just to ourselves, but to others. A quote: "No one can be accounted a failure who has made life even a bit easier for someone else". Even a bit. "Here are some suggestions: Volunteer for a hotline. Become a Big Brother. Give blood. Read for Recording For the Blind. Help in a school. Donate to the Red Cross. Join a church. Play your favorite instrument in the park. Pick up some litter. Give someone directions. Run in a benefit footrace. Plant a tree. Return a stray shopping cart. Hold someone's place in line. Say Please, and Thank You. Smile. Feed a duck. Report broken street lights. Write to the editor of your local paper. Vote. Compliment somebody. Share lunch with a friend. Join a protest. Keep informed. Look for rainbows and show them to others. Smile at babies. Take turns. Forgive someone. Practice safe sex. Stop looking down at menial laborers. "Tell yourself that there is nothing fundamentally different between you and the most important person on the planet (whoever that might be) except opportunity, that progress occurs only when all of us change, that SOMEONE has to take that first step into the future and it HAS to be me!" Nick suddenly looks around sheepishly. "Whoops, there I go, preaching again. I'm sorry, its my Polyannish nature. But I still believe all this and hope you will too. That is what Callahans is all about - not preaching, but each of us doing only what we are able to make this a better place. "I wish I could take away that awful, depressing failure you feel. I used to have a lot of failures (still do - I'm Human, remember), but after years of whining, some nice folks gave me 2 points of perspective which really helped: "You aint the Lone Ranger" and "Are you complaining or bragging?" You AINT the Lone Ranger - we ALL fail at times. And my worse complaining was always been, in retrospect, a wierd form of boast! Relax. Forget all that adaptation junk, all those failed hopes and dreams. What you need is a sense of humor. The key to sanity is to laugh at yourself. Callahans is not just a therapy group - its a place to laugh, uproariously!" He clanks out the door again to get more wood. Nick Chopper - my opinion? dont ax! LB>- GE.LJB@Forsythe.stanford.edu Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!rpi!jefyoung From: jefyoung@pawl.rpi.edu (Jeffrey Young) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Boom Keywords: Unrecoverable Main System Error Message-ID: Date: 30 Jan 90 19:48:24 GMT References: <13376@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> Organization: Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Troy NY Lines: 62 In article <13376@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> jwbirdsa@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (James Webster Birdsall) writes: Taldin the Unicorn bolts to his feet as the Tiger finishes , and becomes his human self with a look of determination on his face. Stalking over to him, it truly looks like that for one of the few times in his life he is angry. "*I* take up your challenge!" (Empaths:Put up your shields now. This seems like the best course of action, though it involves fire..) "James, Chameleon, Spock, whoever you think you are, you have to realize one thing! *YOU* are what makes you!! You haven't 'died.' That is impossible. What you have done is separated yourself from yourself, and it is possible to get it back... if you were dead, then all those personnas you project to Callahan's would not exist. YOU are one of those personnas, a few, or all of them. What you did which has erroneously caused you to believe you have died, is give them identities of their own." (he pauses and stares hard at the tiger) "and cut them off from yourself. You think they are not you, but oh, they are indeed. Your task, if you want to go on, is to pull yourself together. I mean it. You must fight yourself to win yourself, and lose yourself at the same time. Or else you shall indeed have nowhere to go when you leave into the real world-- WHERE WE CANNOT HELP YOU. You must find yourself now, or very soon. Or you *WILL* truly cease to exist. And nothing we can DO will help unless you are willing to help yourself! I am called the Finder, but I cannot help you find yourself if you are not willing to try... and with an attitude like that, of course we can't help you! But don't you DARE walk out of here without letting us try... We ARE going to try... but if you walk out that door, then none of us will come after you. If you give up on US, then who will help you? Possibly noone. Because I think you have hidden your pain so well that noone knows about it.. ..broken yourself into fragments like some mirror, and don't know what to do with the pieces. But the pieces are part of a whole, and even if the mirror has no backing, it is still a mirror-- the pieces still reflect. If there is a feeling of discontinuity, it is because you've analyzed yourself nearly to death. Put the pieces back together. YOU CAN. And you MUST." Taldin squats in front of the tiger, seemingly unaware that the large furry thing outwieghs him by lots, and if it chose could easily bite him. But to those who watch, it seems that the youth has more fire in his eyes than the tiger. "Some of us are NOT entirely human, though we may look that way. We are the ones who are willing to help, even if you don't think we can. I challenge you to integrate all those personnas into one thing, and see what you get,.. I think you will get YOU." "Sometimes it's just hard to see that." -Taldin The Blue Unicorn Defender Of Light . -- "You are blue, Unicorn.. the Blue of clear, cloudless days where everything seems like it's going right and nothing could go wrong.. and the Blue of despair and lonliness." jefyoung@pawl.rpi.edu Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!usc!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!mailrus!bbn!granite!mandel From: mandel@granite.cr.bull.com (Mark Mandel) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Boom Summary: Take it easy, Take it light, But take it Keywords: reboot new system (was Unrecoverable Main System Error) Message-ID: <1990Jan30.202545.18021@granite.cr.bull.com> Date: 30 Jan 90 20:25:45 GMT References: <13376@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> <11995@csli.Stanford.EDU> <1990Jan30.172136.13712@granite.cr.bull.com> Reply-To: mandel@granite.cr.bull.com (Mark Mandel) Organization: Bull HN Information Systems Inc. Lines: 30 In article <1990Jan30.172136.13712@granite.cr.bull.com> mwolf@granite.cr.bull.com (Mary-Anne Wolf) writes: > A voice comes from the vicinity of the ceiling. > > I guess the thing about meeting SOs is that just doing your job > and spending the evening alone greatly lowers your chances. > If you make the effort to get out of the house and do things > which would be fun even if no meeting resulted, then it is ------------------------------- > likely to help. ^ | (Silverblack tosses a couple of pennies into the cigar box, earning a quizzical look from Mike.) Just adding my two cents' worth. Meeting someone who could become an SO or a friend is one of those things, like yawning or orgasm, that aren't best accomplished by trying. Go out to do things you enjoy. If you can't think of anything that you enjoy that involves going out, go try out some activities that do: add to your last. (One of the few good pieces of advice I remember from my Dad is, "The more things you enjoy, the better off you are.") Prediction: As you find yourself enjoying things, you will gradually become less preoccupied with Finding The Right Person. As you form acquaintanceships, the people you meet will get to know you, the You that I think even you hardly even know at this point (and you will get to know this Yourself too); and the matrix will form in which Meeting A Right Person can happen. -- -- Mark Mandel (InterNet: Mandel@granite.cr.bull.com) /* My employer is not responsible for anything I say, do, think, or eat. */ Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!swrinde!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!rpi!image.soe.clarkson.edu!news From: stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu (Steven Stadnicki,,,) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Roller Coaster from HELL! Message-ID: <1990Jan31.013002.3149@sun.soe.clarkson.edu> Date: 31 Jan 90 01:30:02 GMT References: Sender: news@sun.soe.clarkson.edu Reply-To: stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu Organization: Clarkson University, Potsdam, NY Lines: 18 From article , by spacey@bu-pub.bu.edu (Eva Chan): > You have to be determined to make your life work for you. There have been > times where I might have been down on my luck, but I was not about to give > up. I'm still in school, but for me it hasnt been easy. I could have > changed majors, or even drop out, but I was determined to go on and finish > what I have started. I am determined to make things work for me." A quiet voice comes from the side of the room: "Congratulations, bunny. Any advice for those of us who seem determined to fail?" Steven Stadnicki Stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu "The last time I saw you you were strung dangerously high, Your movements stiff and frightened and you could not cry. Suspicious of an honest smile and lookin' for a fight. The lonesome street's your home, your only friend tonight." Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!apple!rutgers!njin!princeton!phoenix!sksircar From: sksircar@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (Subrata Sircar) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Cynic on Beauty and Pain Message-ID: <13421@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> Date: 31 Jan 90 02:39:26 GMT References: <9060014@hpfcso.HP.COM> Reply-To: sksircar@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (Subrata Sircar) Organization: SPAMIT Lines: 76 In article <9060014@hpfcso.HP.COM> daq@hpfcso.HP.COM (Doug Quarnstrom) writes: >The Cynic again enters the bar and crosses to the makeshift >bulletin board to tack up another message. A Lurker, finally motivated to come out of a corner, crosses to the board and reads the following... >I have some ideas. When confronted by beauty, my initial >reaction may be the same as that of anyone else. There >is an initial sense of awe and joy. I honestly believe >that pain reaction comes from the transitory nature of >the experience. Certainly the beauty is wonderful, but >it cannot be captured and conjured up when it is >needed in the future. A wonderful experience offers >no ammunition during times of future pain. He shakes his head. "I usually try to summon pleasant images to help me through the tough times. In fact, during this past exam period, I kept thinking of my upcoming ski trip to motivate me through... and during the time I felt the worst I've ever felt in my (as yet short) life, the memory of the pleasure just before kept me going, long after I thought I would lay down and die..." he says softly. >The fact that any beauty, no matter how great, begins >to fade in the memory immediately, and becomes such >a thin ghost of itself so quickly, makes this beauty >very difficult to deal with. When confronted with >these things, my mind says, "How wonderful," but my >heart is saying, "It will be gone soon and will >give you no comfort when you need it." "Hence your name, no doubt. I am generally cynical too, but when I see beauty and happiness I try all the harder to hold on to it, knowing it may soon be gone. I believe that such things have given me comfort in the past and will do so in the future..." >Perhaps it is only that I want to possess and control. >Perhaps I have an addictive nature that cannot be content >with brief exposure, but needs to experience a thing >over and over until I tire of it. Certainly I know that >all people must deal with the transitory nature of >beauty and happiness for that matter, but I cannot >control the way I react to things. "Few of us can. I too, would like to keep the beauty and happiness I see, and never let it go. I too would like to warm myself by its flame, and never feel that bitter lonely need again... but sometimes it just ain't gonna happen." >Has anyone else felt these things. I am sure that >this feeling must be pretty common, but I would >be interested to hear others express it. "I think they're pretty common. One of the other saddest things in my life was leaving all the friends I'd made at college, knowing the camaraderie we'd shared was almost certainly a thing of the past..." "As a songwriter once said Sadder still to watch it die Than never to have know it For you the blind who once could see The Bell Tolls for Thee. (Neal Peart, of Rush)" Suddenly realizing he has been commenting out loud, he looks around sheepishly, and nerving up his courage, he picks up his glass of eggnog (non-alcoholic) and marches over to the line. "To beauty and happiness. May we all find what we're looking for." <*CRASH!*> -- Subrata K. Sircar, Prophet & Charter Member of SPAMIT(tm) sksircar@phoenix.princeton.edu SKSIRCAR@PUCC.BITNET BUSH SENDS 500 MPs TO STOP VIRGINS LOOTING - New York Daily News LEBANESE CHIEF LIMITS ACCESS TO PRIVATE PARTS - The Daily Iowan Path: mit-eddie!wuarchive!usc!brutus.cs.uiuc.edu!apple!arc!steve From: steve@arc.UUCP (Steve Savitzky) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Boom Summary: Is there life in the "Real World?" yes! Message-ID: <794@arc.UUCP> Date: 31 Jan 90 06:43:40 GMT References: <13376@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> Sender: news@arc.UUCP Organization: Advansoft Research Corp, Santa Clara, CA Lines: 55 The medium-sized teddybear materializes in mid-air, bouncing off the bar and achieving human form in a single movement. Whatever grace said movement may have had is compensated by the fact that Steve is now rubbing his behind with a rueful expression. There is a large cat sitting on his shoulder. He eventually reaches into his belt pouch for a single, which Mike efficiently replaces with a glass of Genever. "I just thought I'd drop in, so to speak, to assure you youngsters that there really *is* life out in the 'real world'. "Actually, there's more than one 'real' world out there. The one you're all worried about is the 'mundane' world--jobs, bills, kids, beer-guzzling couch potatoes, cars, and that kind of stuff. Yes, it's possible to meet Significant Others there. Probably even easier than at college; there's a higher probability of your having things in common to talk about. "Besides which, there are the various Other Worlds: Science Fiction Fandom, music, theater, even (may the Gods preserve us) politics. Oh, yes, there's life out here. Not nearly enough time for it." A button materializes, pinned to his shirt. It bears the words: "Reality is a crutch for those who can't handle Science Fiction". "And if you're worried about finding a job, as Chris said, you can always move closer to Silicon Valley. It's not as if you're in some field like history or herpetology (to name two I know a little about) where basically all you can do to find a job is wait for some old professor to die. Especially if you haven't accumulated a lot of responsibilities, you can afford to spend some time looking around, or maybe do some contract work or just freelance programming on spec. (There are some cases where having a family can be an impediment.)" A pained expression crosses his face; the cat sitting on his shoulder is digging her claws into it. He reaches up to scratch her shoulder. She purrs something into his ear, which he translates. "Colleen says that the best way to *start* a relationship is by being friends. Also, I might add, the best way to keep it going. I mean, lust is fun, and love is wonderful, but you've got to really *like* somebody if you're planning to spend the rest of your life with them." The cat purrs, "Don't you feel like an old sage giving advice?" "Well, I *am* old enough to have kid that age... I prefer 'curmugeon' to 'sage', though. Sage is something you find in the spice cabinet, next to the thyme. Which I never have enough of." He steps up to the chalk line and sips the last of the greenish gin from his glass. "I can't decide whether to toast Friendship or Reality, so here's to both of them!" <*CRASH*> -- \ 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!wuarchive!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!snorkelwacker!bu.edu!bu-cs!bu-pub!spacey From: spacey@bu-pub.bu.edu (Eva Chan) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Roller Coaster from HELL! Message-ID: Date: 31 Jan 90 07:16:09 GMT References: <1990Jan31.013002.3149@sun.soe.clarkson.edu> Sender: news@bu.edu.bu.edu Organization: Boston University Computer Science Lines: 39 In-reply-to: stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu's message of 31 Jan 90 01:30:02 GMT The white rabbit looks towards the quiet voice that had just spoke. "Maybe I should have said that I am trying to make it work out. I still dont have any guarantees that I will get out of this unscathed. I expect a few battle scars. I dont want them, but they're gonna be there." -- Eva Chan spacey@bu-pub.bu.edu Cheers! And may you enjoy life! "Why are grocery carts made with one wheel that has a mind of its own and runs cockeyed to the other three? Why do so many people close their eyes when they brush their teeth? Why do people believe that pushing an elevator button several times will make the car come quicker? Why can't we just spell it "orderves" and get it over with? Why do people drop a letter in the mailbox and then open the lid again to see if it really went down? Why are there zebras? Why do people put milk cartons back into the fridge with just a tiny bit of milk lest in the bottom? Why aren't there any traditional Halloween carols? Why does every tree seem to have one old stubborn leaf that just won't let go?" - from "All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten" by Robert Fulgham Path: mit-eddie!wuarchive!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!samsung!cs.utexas.edu!uunet!sco!caroline From: caroline@sco.COM (in parentheses) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: notes from Santa Cruz Message-ID: <1911@scorn.sco.COM> Date: 31 Jan 90 02:42:31 GMT Sender: news@sco.COM Reply-To: caroline@sco.COM (in parentheses) Distribution: alt Organization: The Santa Cruz Operation, Inc. Lines: 77 A female figure materializes from the mists of her homeworld outside the door to Callahan's. She is rather small, and somewhat impish looking. She opens the door somewhat timidly, and steps in, looking around at the regulars and listening to the conversations going on in the many and various corners of the room for a few moments before doing anything else. Relaxing a little when she finds nothing overtly or immediately threatening, she unwraps her cloak and is glad of the warmth in the room. "Greetings!", she says, to no one in particular. "I just heard about Callahan's, out on the battlefields as it were, and thought I'd stop by. This place seems so very familiar....". Her voice becomes a little wistful as she says this; she'd heard legends, but hardly dared to believe that a place like this might exist anywhere in the real world. She steps up to the bar to purchase a drink for a toast that she knows she needs to make, placing her coins down for payment. "Mike, I'd like a tall glass of cider, please." After draining the glass quickly, she steps up to the line. <*SMASH!*> "To poverty." "Here in Santa Cruz", she says by way of explaining her toast, "it's become a fairly common sight for people to be hanging out at grocery stores and on streetcorners holding signs that say variations of 'Hungry, will work for food'. Today, I drove past one of these guys at the Safeway where I usually shop, and his sign said 'Will wash windows -- starving'. Now, it's true that I doubt he is actually *starving*, since starvation generally takes a long time to occur. But the thing that really bothers me about this is that the need for a simple meal, the lack of means to even provide food for oneself, removes a person's basic human *dignity*! It's gone way beyond the few folks who used to be on the street asking for cigarettes and spare change -- it's getting a little scary, don't you think?" Without waiting for an answer, she continues, "I gave him five bucks, but I didn't have the heart to actually expect him to wash the windows of my car, just told him to buy himself some lunch. He had a dog, too, and I thought about how a lot of people would be resentful that this guy has a pet when he can barely even take care of his own needs. Sometimes, I might even think he's damned unfair to that dog. But then, why should I begrudge the guy what may be the only loyal companionship he knows?" "He seemed surprised that I even cared enough to stop at all. Sometimes, you know, I don't stop -- I don't know what was different today, but I just couldn't keep driving and pretend I hadn't seen, or that it didn't matter, or that someone else would take care of it. And the funny thing is that somehow, doing that made going to work afterwards seem just a little less pointless than it has seemed to, other days. I dunno, maybe just knowing that this place exists changes a person a little for the better." She hopes that the regulars won't mind her saying something so blunt and depressing on her first visit, since she had actually intended to say something more cheerful when she stepped in. So, she continues, this time speaking directly to Jilara. "I heard you mention something about the White Cockade. It's really a nice place, I'd have to agree. Minors are definitely ok there, the food's pretty decent. A little hard to find something to eat if you're vegetarian, but there's always the fried potatoes. Do say something if you plan on a local gathering there, OK ?" "Well, I have to be leaving now. I'll probably be back sometime soon, though." She wraps the cloak around herself before slipping out the door into the mists once more. -- The only way out is through. Path: mit-eddie!wuarchive!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!rpi!ash From: ash@pawl.rpi.edu (Arthur Hyun) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: The door opens... Keywords: newcomers Message-ID: <'X1J_=@rpi.edu> Date: 31 Jan 90 11:19:50 GMT Distribution: alt Organization: Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Troy NY Lines: 64 A quick blast of cold air let in by one of the myriad entries and exits seizes your attention for an instant. When you look back towards the centre of the room, you notice a newcomer. Dimly, you recall him making his way to a corner of a room, to be cloaked in darkness, silence, and a personal dispair. His eyes sweep through the room, pausing to look deeply within your eyes. There is something... unsettling... about his gaze, you feel. Looking at him, you see it now; there, and there. As he look into a person's eyes, you see a characteristic slump of the shoulder, and change in bearing, almost as if he were trying to gain something, some insight, from looking at each person, feeling each person's trouble, and by taking and holding the burden resting on each person's soul for a while. You notice, though, no attempt to let that burden drop again from his soul. He's been listening to his fellow lurker's response to the Cynic's post on beauty, shaking his head from time to time. "I don't see things the same way, I suppose. I, at one point, tried to hold on to beauty and love and such, but it is, of course, impossible. Those memories are held limited by our existence's ephemeral nature. That which is beautiful will, one day, fade, as will our memories of it, and as will we. But since then, I have taken up a different perspective. "I have started to wonder if there is something inherently beautiful about anything... about the rain, or the snow, or a rose, or anything... I don't think so... Thinking carefully, and introspectively, I've found that there is a significance I've been attatching to all of these things, so that the beauty is not the rose, but rather, my experience of the rose. Part of that beauty is the pain of no longer experiencing the rose, for what would its beauty mean to me, if i never lost it? It would become dull, and boring, and its beauty would lose all meaning to me... "I am resigned to what i feel is a fact: pain is a necessary part of life. Without it, life would be flat, expressionless, and meaningless. I too, like many (if not all) of you have lost a love, and the pain still echoes in my soul. However, I fear that if I ever lose touch with that pain, some essential part of who I am will be lost forever. I have loved, and I do love, and I will love others again, but the memory of every one lingers, and shapes me, makes me grow, into someone new. "I do not know how someone who has made me so happy can cause me such pain and torment, nor do I know how she, causing me such agony can also bring me such happiness at a kind word, a touch, or even a passing glance. My first, and only, true love will be married within the next two years, and it tears my Heart everytime I think of it, knowing that she will never again feel that love for me again. However, I love her, and nothing anyone says or does will change that, her marriage notwithstanding. Because of that love, I will stand aside and let her live her life the way she wishes; to be married to he who is who she loves, and I wish her all the happiness he, and life, can bring her despite that the one she loves is not me. I keep her picture on my desk, and I savour the memories of the happiness we shared, and I savour the pain freshly brought with it, for this is who I am. "I have my own life to live now, and I will live it to the fullest I am able. I will love others, someday, and I will be loved by another one day. I live for that day, for there is little, if anything, else to live for." Having said his peace to any ears listening, you watch the man, Arthur, you recall, return to his seat in the corner, to be once again, covered in his cloak of darkness, silence, and dispair. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- "In Time, all things come to pass, The Neglected become the Loved, The Loved, become the Hated, And the Heroes feel the cold hand of Death Around their throats." -- ----------------------+-----------------------+------------------------------- ash@pawl.rpi.edu | sammael@its.rpi.edu | the.arthur@rpitsmts.BITNET ----------------------+-----------------------+------------------------------- Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!PICA.ARMY.MIL!skitchen From: skitchen@PICA.ARMY.MIL ("D. Scott Kitchen", CCH-V) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Get-together in Boston, Thursday 08 February, 7:00 PM Message-ID: <9001311418.aa01777@CC1.PICA.ARMY.MIL> Date: 31 Jan 90 19:18:30 GMT Sender: daemon@ucbvax.BERKELEY.EDU Lines: 29 Scott walks back into Callahans and whistles loudly for attention. "OK, listen up, everyone! This is a formal announcement for an alt.callahans get-together in Boston, MA, at Crossroads at the corner of Massachusetts Ave. and Beacon St. at 7:00 PM on Thursday 08 February 1990. Attendees will include at least the following: Scott Kitchen Gilly Rosenthol Mary-Anne Wolf Greg McMullan Chris Davis Dave Joslin Karl Heuer Ken Olum "I'm looking forward to seeing all of you there. And even if you're not on the list, show up anyway. We'd like to have you." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Scott Kitchen Send mail to: skitchen@cc1.pica.army.mil Mechanical Engineer ICBM: 40.88 N 74.56 W ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Heard during Warhammer gaming session: GM: "Brett, you just lost your eye..." Brett: "COOL!!" GM: "...but you also lose your night vision, your ballistic skill drops by 20, and other assorted minor nasties." Brett: "Well, that sucks then."