[939] in Central_America
New quotes for Fri Sep 23
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Fri Sep 23 18:06:30 1988
Date: Fri, 23 Sep 88 18:06:29 EDT
From: Initializer.SysDaemon <root@CHARON.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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aelin (Cathy P Lachapelle):
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amgreene (Rhu Greene):
``Success is counted sweetest/By those who ne'er succeed.''
- Emily Dickenson
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bigz (Jonathan A. Zissu):
(1) To get my $^&%#*@ paper done for MIT and Gillette!
(2) To solve level 13 in wanderer.
(3) To live through this year (and future ones).
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eichin (Mark W. Eichin):
> While I happen to be a true-blue fan of PostScript, and at least a
>mild afficiando of NeWS, I can't agree that learning NeWS is the way to learn
>PostScript. It's like trying to learn yacc at the same time you are learning
>C, or trying to appreciate Shakespere at the same time you are learning how to
>read. ...
Then again, perhaps James Joyce or Chaucer are better examples...
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enprabha (Ernest N Prabhakar):
I have finally graduated and left MIT, and now pursuing my Ph.D. at
CalTech. My address there is:
Ernest Prabhakar
348 S. Catalina Ave., Apt. 301
Pasadena, CA 91106
(818) 568-9168
ernest@tybalt.caltech.edu
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hyland (Timothy W. Hyland):
Gosh, I miss student life. Don't get me wrong, I don't miss
being a @i[student], but I sure miss student life.
I miss 2West--how many of you are still around? (No, not the
2West in East Campus, the other one--the @p[real] one!)
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jik (Jonathan I. Kamens):
Closely paraphrased without permission from, "To Err is Reagan..."
"One of the many who wrote me about this visit was a young woman who
had recently been bas mitzvahed. She urged me to lay the wreath at
Bitburg cemetery in honor of the future of Germany, and that is what
we have done." (New York Daily News, 5/8/85)
Not exactly. Thirteen-year-old Beth Flom did not urge the president
to visit the Bitburg cemetery. Her letter to Reagan read in part:
"Although I understand your position, I cannot bring myself to agree
with your solution." She added, however, that if he went to Bitburg,
he should do so not to honor the soldiers of the German army and SS
buried there, but "in honor of the future of Germany." Reagan later
apologized for having distorted the letter.
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jtkohl (John T Kohl):
seen in a Uselessnet signature:
"Forgive him Caesar, for he is a barbarian, and
thinks the features of his release are the ways
of nature."
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mgkelley (Matthew G Kelley):
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neptune (Alan M Steele):
I'd rather be sailing...
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nrp (Niki R Pantelias):
"When I heard that song I knew your name should be changed
Everybody ought to call you Bebe Le Strange"
-- "Bebe Le Strange"
Heart
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opus (David C. Jedlinsky):
A Nauseous Nocturne
Another night deprived of slumber,
Hours passing without number,
My eyes trace 'round the room. I lay
Dripping sweat and now quite certain
That tonight the final curtain
Drops upon my short life's precious play.
From the darkness, by the closet
Comes a noise, much like a faucet
Makes: a madd'ning drip-drip-dripping sound.
It seems some ill-proportioned beast,
Anticipating me deceased,
Is drooling poison puddles on the ground.
A can of Mace, a forty-five,
Is all I'd need to stay alive,
But no weapon lies within my sight.
Oh my gosh! A shadow's creeping,
Ominous and black, it's seeping
Slowly 'cross a moonlit square of light!
Suddenly a floorboard creak
Announces the bloodsucking freak
Is here to steal my future years away!
A sulf'rous smell now fills the room
Heralding my imm'nent doom!
A fang gleams in the dark and murky gray!
Oh, blood-red eyes and tentacles!
Throbbing, pulsing ventricles!
Mucus-oozing pores and frightful claws!
Worse, in terms of outright scariness,
Are the suckers multifarious
That grab and force you in its mighty jaws!
This disgusting aberration
Of nature needs no motivation
To devour helpless children in their beds.
Relishing despairing moans,
It chews kids up and sucks their bones,
And dissolves inside its mouth their li'l heads!
I know this 'cause I read it not
Two hours ago, and then I got
The heebie-jeebies and these awful shakes.
My parents swore upon their honor
That I was safe, and not a goner.
I guess tomorrow they'll see their sad mistakes.
In the morning, they'll come in
And say, ``What was that awful din
We heard last night? You kept us both from sleep!''
Only then will they surmise
The gruesomeness of my demise
And see that my remains are in a heap.
Dad will look at Mom and say,
``Too bad he had to go that way.''
And Mom will look at Dad, and nod assent.
Mom will add, ``Still, it's fitting,
That as he was this world quitting,
He should leave another mess before he went.''
They may not mind at first, I know.
They will miss me later, though,
And perhaps admit that they were wrong.
As memories of me grow dim,
They'll say, ``We were too strict with him.
We should have listened to him all along.''
As speedily my end approaches,
I bid a final ``buenas noches''
To my best friend here in all the world.
Gently snoring, whiskers seeming
To sniff at smalls (he must be dreaming),
He lies snuggled in the the blankets, curled.
HEY! WAKE UP, YOU STUPID CRETIN!
YOU GONNA SLEEP WHILE I GET EATEN?!
Suddenly the monster knows I'm not alone!
There's an animal in bed with me!
An awful beast he did not see!
The monster never would've come if he had known!
The monster, in his consternation,
Demonstrates defenestration,
And runs and runs and runs and runs away.
Rid of the pest,
I now can rest,
Thanks to my best friend, who saved the day.
The End.
_The_Essential_Calvin_and_Hobbes_
by Bill Watterson
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pfkrause (Paul F Krause):
Watson Entry:
pfkrause A Paul F. Krause [Mail is forwarded to pfkrause@wheaties.ai.mit.edu]
(-paul) Hacking Actors for Hewitt
Birthday 26 December 64; Work NE43-811; 253 5875
Home 253 Comm Ave (TEP); 262 5090
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prichard (Michael J Prichard):
oh maybe i can graduate before building 10 crumbles to the ground
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pslaw (Paul S Law):
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riz (Rizwan Q Virk):
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smoot (Stephen R. Smoot):
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timhsu (Timothy M. Hsu):
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wisner (Bill Wisner):
"I told them kids to keep their arms inside the ride.
Damnedest thing I ever saw."
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zonker (Chris Walton):
I have no plan. Neither do you.
Present location: 66-080 (x3-4474)
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