[916] in Central_America
New quotes for Sat Sep 3
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Sat Sep 3 01:19:41 1988
From: Don't reply to root! <root@ATHENA.MIT.EDU>
Date: Sat, 3 Sep 88 01:20:06 EDT
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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dschmidt (Dan Schmidt):
George had a hat but it wasn't where it wasn't at
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George had a hat but it wasn't where it wasn't at
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George had a hat but it wasn't where it wasn't at
now George had a hat (but it wasn't where it wasn't at)
George had a hat but it wasn't where it wasn't at
now George had a hat (but it wasn't where it wasn't at)
George had a hat but it wasn't where it wasn't at
now George had a hat (but it wasn't where it wasn't at)
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George had a hat but it wasn't where it wasn't at
now George had a hat (but it wasn't where it wasn't at)
George had a hat but it wasn't where it wasn't at
now George had a hat (but it wasn't where it wasn't at)
George had a hat but it wasn't where it wasn't at
now George had a hat (but it wasn't where it wasn't at)
"George Had a Hat" Pere Ubu
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eichin (Mark W. Eichin):
Seen on a VIRUS-L transaction:
Subject: MS-DOS: new strain of virus?
But of course it is... :-)
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hedgcock (John M Hedgcock):
I am logged in most often between the hours of 9:00pm and 12:00am (EST).
My address at school is: 500 Memorial Drive
Cambridge, MA 02139
(617) 225-8739
My address at home is: 725 Tenny Avenue
Waukesha, WI 53186
(414) 542-3390
(I am back at school now.)
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jcb (Jeff Bigler):
From "Carved in Granite" (newsletter of the Barony of Stonemarche of the SCA),
August 1988:
Stuffed Camel
1 Whole Camel (medium size)
1 Whole Lamb (large)
20 Whole Chickens (medium size)
60 Eggs
26 Pounds of Rice
5 Pounds of Pine Nuts
5 Pounds of Pistachio Nuts
110 Gallons of Water
5 Pounds of Black Pepper
"Salt to Taste"
Skin, clean, and trim the camel, lamb, and chickens; boil until tender. Cook
rice until fluffy, not sticky. Fry nuts until golden brown and mix with the
rice. Hard boil and peel the eggs. Stuff the chickens with one half of the
eggs and rice/nut mixture. Stuff the lamb with five chickens and more rice
mixture. Stuff the camel with the lamb -- and more rice. Broil in a large
oven or near a gas flame until brown. Spread the remaining rice and nut
mixture on a tray and place the camel on top. Place the remaining chickens
around the camel. Decorate with the rest of the eggs and nuts. Will serve a
crowd of about two hundred, but they might fight over the hump.
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jmh (J Michael Hammond):
Getting out of Texas as soon as possible.
It's official: I will be working in Omaha at the AF Global Weather
Center beginning right around Christmas.
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"I gotta hand it to you, Apollo, you sure got a way of cutting
through all the felgercarb." --Starbuck, from
"Battlestar Galactica"
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opus (David C. Jedlinsky):
When the night wind howls
in the chimney cowls,
and the bat in the moon-light flies,
And inky clouds,
like funeral shrouds,
sail over the mid-night skies---
When the foot-pads quail
at the night-birds wail,
and black dogs bay at the moon,
Then is the spectre's holiday---
then is the ghost's high noon!
For then is the ghost's high noon, high noon,
then is the ghost's high noon!
As the sob of the breeze
sweeps over the trees
and the mists lie low on the fen,
From grey tomb-stones
are gathered the bones
that once were women and men,
And away they go,
with a mop and a mow,
to the revel that ends too soon,
For cock crow limits our holiday---
the dead of the night's high noon!
The dead of the night's high noon, high noon,
the dead of the night's high noon!
And then each ghost
with his ladye-toast
to their church-yard beds take flight,
With a kiss, perhaps,
on her lantern chaps,
and a grisly grim ``good night!''
Till the welcome knell
of the mid-night bell
rings forth its jolliest tune,
And ushers in our next high holiday---
the dead of the night's high noon!
The dead of the night's high noon, high noon,
the dead of the night's high noon!
-Gilbert & Sullivan's
_Ruddigore_
--- End of Central America ---
