OT - FRL 8

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Well Gang, it looks like we party'd so hardee that some folks 'puters crash when trying to access the thread, and they can no longer get to the Party! So, lets continue on this new thread. Since its 2:30 in the a.m., I'll ketchup with youz guyz later.

-- Rob Michaels (sonofdust@com.net), September 14, 1999


It's only just past mid-night here, Rob, but I'm working days tomorrow, so I guess I'll pack it in, too. Save me a dance for later ;-)

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 14, 1999.

Welcome all. The previous thread had a lifespan of just 28 hours!

S.O.B. - For the record, FRL 7 ended up at 67.

BFN, Rob

-- (sonofdust@com.net), September 14, 1999.


I think you are a fruitcakeaholic, a rare addiction that can only be cured by lock and key. Or mudwestling, wouldn't want to get the keyboard dirty.

May the dog lick your face.

-- Brian (imager@home.com), September 14, 1999.

Brian, better be careful, it's contagious ;->

BTW, since you know how to do that linky thing, can you please give us a list of FC links? The list on 7 has all but the first thread :


and that's as close as I get to linking ('til after rollover)


-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 14, 1999.

NO WONDER some had problems. the music ran TWICE before it was fully loaded. The THREAD that is. I'm prety well on my way to bed (it being 0400 here). Something about not wanting to go to an empty one?? yeah the singles got to me this evening. Gona be LONG week.


who describes himself as "FINE!" just like any good medic would.

-- Chuck, a night driver (rienzoo@en.com), September 14, 1999.

Is the party over already?

-- Hardliner (searcher@internet.com), September 14, 1999.

Huh? What party?

Aowwww! shhhhhh....Hardliner, not so loud......my head!

I can't remember a thing since I brought the booze over at FRL #6. Looks like I missed the party over at FRL #7 eh...

-- Chris wearing shades and an icepack (#$%^&@pond.com), September 14, 1999.

ROTFL Hardliner!! That picture looks a lot like I feel, and I didn't even touch the "jiggle juice!"

Rob is quite a dancer, though, and we were up WAY too late! Ugh! I hope we didn't hurt Lon too much when we waltzed right over him. :-)

I hereby promise NOT to download any huge pictures to this thread, and as for music, let's just use links, OK? Shhhhh....

Where is my coffee? (Poor lonely Chuck...)

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 14, 1999.

LOL... Hardliner. Shucks... I had to leave early.



Keeping a list... checking it twice.

#1: Know Your Fruitcake! (not for the serious)
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id= 000Imj

#2: Know your Fruitcake, the second.
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id= 000hxd

#3: OT - Fruitcake III
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id= 000sez

#4: Know Your Fruitcake IV (not for the serious)
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id= 0011dm

#5: Fruitcake V : The Return of Sue?
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id= 001Bli

#6: OT- FRLians Unite, members only - OT
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id= 001Izu

#7: OT - FRL 7

#8: OT - FRL 8

-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), September 14, 1999.

Party over?? NO WAY! I didn't get to dance with anyone yet :-[ We just moved so that Ashton and Leska and Old Git and others whose computers were crashing could join us.

Hardliner, I think they're playing our song ;-)

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 14, 1999.

The very first one that Diane doesn't know about:

http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=000F vD

Hope that works; I just copy and pasted Diane's link.

-- Carla the Canuck (got@no.address), September 14, 1999.

Sorry... the name is "Perfect y2k food? (not for the serious)".

-- Carla the Canuck (got@no.address), September 14, 1999.

Ok Brian.

Called me a fruicakeaholic huh? Called me an addict huh? Wanna see me put under lock and key huh?

And to top it off you insult my dog. Well! THIS IS WAR Brian. WAR! You think your safe up there in Canada now dont you? DONT YOU?

Well... youre NOT. I demand an full apology. If I don't get one, I am going to deploy my mutant stealth weapon to fly up there and Flame you like you deserve. So there!

-- Rob Michaels (manofwar@war.now), September 14, 1999.

Don't tell me I've been insulted on this thread too! Not sure how many more insults I can take before I become a MadDog.

-- BigDog (BigDog@duffer.com), September 14, 1999.

Don't you worry BigDog. I have demanded satisfaction for both of us. You rest and get better from that injury that Greybear didn't give you.

-- Rob Michaels (manofwar@war.now), September 14, 1999.

My, my, my! Now look who's fighting! Rob, you always tell me to calm down, so, I must return the favor! CALM DOWN!

Oh, heck, go ahead and blow him away! :-)

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 14, 1999.

Rob, before you take Gayla's advice, you need to know that anyone who blows away Brian must take his place at archiving and researching. NOw that you have that essential information - make your choice!

BTW, where's the music, I wanna dance ;-)

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 14, 1999.

Thanks, Gayla. I may not even be able to attract a dog, but a cat is right up my alley ;-)

I actually never get to hear any of this music - for some reason, none of it will play on my system, but I'm pretty good at audiolizing (like visualizing for the ear). Picture me swaying to the (inaudible) music, while my husband rolls his eyes and debates whether or not the men in white coats are an appropriate response...

If no one else will party with us, I'll turn this into a poetry recitation. How's that for a threat?!?

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 15, 1999.

OOPS! Sorry, Chris, I knew you were my partner, not Gayla. I just blew it. Maybe I'd better crash for the night - Lon seemed to have a nice soft spot behind the couch, and everyone knows not to step there now. G'night.

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 15, 1999.

O.K. Trish,

Go on and spout it.

You've got the talent

Who could doubt it?

Give us a poem

Or a couple or three

(I'm beggin' you now,

On bended knee).

Make it a lim'rick,

Saga, or High-coo,

Just never tell

It was me that asked you!

-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), September 15, 1999.

Come on, Trish, Give us a pome. Just a little 'un Don't need to be no tome.

Rhyme it or Ramble it, Fry it or Scramble it,

(For a small fee, I'll preamble it).

-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), September 15, 1999.

Chris, my dog can EAT your cat! :-)


-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 15, 1999.

Gayla! (sung to the tune of 'There Was an Old Woman' (Who Swallowed a Fly)

There once was a dog,

Who swallowed a cat.

Swallowed a cat!

Imagine that!

Perhaps he'll die.

There once was a Chris,

Who swallowed a dog.

Swallowed a dog!

Perhaps she'll....write a poem? (end)

yes very, very silly

-- Deborah (infowars@yahoo.com), September 15, 1999.

I wrote a poem for a friend,

Went to the box to post it,

But just as I went 'round the bend

It fell out of my pocket


What a shame, no poem left

What a shame I lost it

Don't be glad that I'm bereft

It fell out of my pocket!

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 15, 1999.

BTW, that's to the tune of Yankee Doodle, in case you missed it.

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 15, 1999.

Sometimes I wish I could hear all of your voices. :-)

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 15, 1999.

Gayla, I hear voices all the time. It ain't what it's cracked up to be.

What? Uh....O K ..I.. must .... kill, ......I......must..... kill.....a pint of Blue Bell Mocha Almond Fudge!!!!

Somebody STOP ME!

-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), September 15, 1999.


How's that?

p.s. How'd ya like that there Elephant I brought ya on the last FRL thread?

OK. Now. Tricia, Dear one, thanks for reminding me about the job vacancy that would ensue. This presents me with a pickle. I prefer olives myself. You see, I really do not want to fight, but must defend my dishonor. So I have no choice if an apology isn't fourthcoming, or fifthcoming, or sisthcoming, or seventhcoming, or...

The ball is in Brian's court, or his house, or somehwere in his general direction.

-- (sonofdust@com.net), September 15, 1999.

, :-( you lost your poem? It's tragic! I lost a poem whem my computer got fried once, it was tragic too. :-(


I know what you mean! (Except, you really don't want to hear me sing. Not pretty!)

I have imagined voices for individuals here. But I wish I knew the real ones!

-- Deborah (infowars@yahoo.com), September 15, 1999.

OH Rob!

Say it ain't so! An elefunt just for me? Now I am depressed. My computer started crashing everytime I accessed the thread (I considered it a blessing in disquise).

I'm getting so home sick for the circus that I just might have to dust off the old rubber nose, and revive it one of these days.

-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), September 16, 1999.

Here ya go Lon!

Now what's all this about voices. This thread is dry!! Is there some stealth jiggle juice here?

I Hear nothing Here!

-- (sonofdust@no.voices), September 16, 1999.

Hardliner: Just wanted to let you know that gif had me ROTFL. It's about how I felt the other night :)

Ashton and Leska: I have seen some posts from youz guyz lately but not here at the FRL. Hope all is well. FRLian thoughts reach out to you.

Gayla, for you, this haiku:

Heavier rain now,

Winds gusting and whistling,

The storm approaches.

Looks like we are next here in the NE. Fingers and toes crossed.

-- (sonofdust@com.net), September 16, 1999.

Deb,yup, I went 'round the bend (into the asylum) and that there poem just dropped right outa my mind. Some people lose their marbles, I lose my poems. I wasn't even properly inspired by the lovely fall colours against today's bright blue sky. (BTW, it was your post that inspired the song - I blame it all on you ;-)

Rob, I'm glad to hear that you're rethinking the attack on Brian. I'll see if I can get him to admit that your dishonour is still in fine shape.

Gayla, sometimes hearing a voice in person is no great help - I listened to my phone messages when I got home this evening and was surprised when mid-way through one of them, I realized it was me talking. I sure don't sound like that to me!

Lon, if you put on your nose again I won't be able to tell you apart from YET. (BTW, if he uses kittens for bait, what does he do to elephunts?)

Does this mean the party's officially over? We'll have to better when the full anniversary comes around.

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 16, 1999.

Rob, you gotta stop posting at the same time as I do - you type faster, so you always win! Really hoping and praying that the storm misses you - if it doesn't, we will :_(

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 16, 1999.

Tricia, I know what you mean about hearing your own voice. Funny, isn't it?

Rob, how far north are you? Are you near the coast? Be safe, my friend!

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 16, 1999.

Well my mom told me never to lie but this will be an exception

Rob you are a well rounded individual (can't see your shoes), straight forward (can never take a turn), always drink water (when there is nothing else) and eat hot dogs at the ball game (trouble is it's a real dog).

So sorry you are a fruitcakeaholic,,,, I mean that I suggested it, and we will find that key some year well after the rollover to remove you.


Nothing personal about the licking business, really didn't want to start too great an international conflict. That dragoon of Robs looks threatening, or maybe not,,,, could light the airtight with it :o)

-- Brian (imager@home.com), September 16, 1999.

Briiaann!! Watch out! If the apology was so hard, you could have taken a page from Diefenbaker :

"I called the man a fool it is true and I am sorry. Put the punctuation as you will."

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 16, 1999.

Hmmmm. What the heck kind of apology was that? I did see the word "sorry" though... OK, I will hold off on sending the mutant up there for now, but Watch It Brain, uhm , I mean Brian.

Tricia: LOL.

Well, we finished storm preps before dawn and now are hunkering down. State of emergency exists, no school, early business closings, some roads flooded already, shelters are opening, power losses expected, all the usual suspects... Should be interesting. May not be back online for a while. BFN, Rob

-- (sonofdust@floyds.coming), September 16, 1999.

A mystery solved. Lon, I've been wondering where that elphunt got to... I suppose you still have those sheets too, huh?

Comforting to find some of the old circus artifacts still around..."it was the best of times, it was the worst of times,..."

--She in the sheets smiling large.

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 16, 1999.

Oh Ge wizz Rob someone is posting under my name. I am so sorry to see such a sorry display of humbleness. Someone is in trouble I promise!!! Will be alerting all the proper authorities to look for the trouble maker!

No bar stool will be left unturned looking for my copy cat. Obviously done by someone that got hit to many times in the head with a hockey stick. How could such a person exist with my qualities :o)

-- Brian (imager@home.com), September 16, 1999.

By the way

Good luck to you US folk on the east coast, Rob make sure you don't rum out of fruitcakes and other needed provisions.

-- Brian (imager@home.com), September 16, 1999.

Rob, glad to hear you're ok; best of luck with your clean up. A haiku just for you:


Golden sunlit clouds

Hang bright on brilliant blue sky

Promising new dawn.


Sun tipped golden leaves

Shining contrast with dark spruce

Joyous fall morning.


Here's hoping Gert misses, too.

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 17, 1999.

A cool morning today - quoting Jean as she left for school, then returned and got my jacket - yes, she steals MY jacket from the closet rather than find her own (somewhere) in her bedroom...."Geese, it's cold outside!" (To the Canadianainainans out there, this means it was 65 regular degrees, or -4000 on the Southern Calvin scale.)

Hey -congratulations to the 2000EOD out there - he of the British accent and passport problems this summer has reached the 4000 reply limit......Yay!

-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), September 17, 1999.

So... is everybody accounted for yet? Lights on? Storm over?

Alrighty then... thought Brian could use the kind of dragon to blow rings around ya, Rob.

(Could just be the Canuckia cold though! Or a hockey stick to the head).

Stay... kewl!


-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), September 17, 1999.

Sometimes I get into Y2K so much I forget about being a Graphic Artist :o) So here is my Dragon (fly) sleathing into the south, watch out US folk.

-- Brian (imager@home.com), September 17, 1999.

Interesting Brian.

Is it crop dusting? Or is that a magic FC powder of some kind?



-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), September 17, 1999.


Actually it is a chaos dragon(fly) crusing over a fractal forest. Its comming to inflict chaos of color to the bland pages of TB 2000.

I actually have a fractal dragon somewhere in my harddrive. Just what we need a Y2K Dragon causing chaos, in eastern cultures the dragon symbolizes chaos.

-- Brian (imager@home.com), September 17, 1999.

Yikes! Under attack from a dragon blowing rings. Supplied to the en,ene, enem... by Diane no less! Et tu, Diane? And Dragon Flies too, Sheesh!

Rob, suffering the slings and rings of outrageous unfortune. What a world, what a world...

-- (sonofdust@oh.no), September 17, 1999.

Okay, Rob...

Equal time on Dragons... heres a colorful helper...

Puff... that you?


(BTW, Have an affinity with em. Born in the Chinese... Year Of The Dragon. Wisdom is one of the chinese dragon virtues, Brian. Also... being outside the box.)

-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), September 18, 1999.


Sorry I missed the dance. That seems to be the story of my life. . .


Here's some real dragons for you!


I was born in the Year of the Monkey. Couldn't you tell?

-- Hardliner (searcher@internet.com), September 18, 1999.

Eeeewwww kewl, Hardliner! BTW, you sure are up late! No wonder you miss out on dances! :-)

Don't you worry, Rob! Your beavers can "take" Diane and Brian's ugly old dragons any day! :-)

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 18, 1999.


I quit worrying about what time of day it was a long, long time ago. I've never been "normal".

You're up kind of late yourself, aren't you?

-- Hardliner (searcher@internet.com), September 18, 1999.

Hardliner, yes I WAS up late! Never should have had that caffeine! :-) The forum is a fairly quiet place at 4 a.m. LOL!

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 18, 1999.

Gayla, not only up late, but up again early! (Well, early for having gone to bed at 4). Me, I'm just on my way to bed after working nights and doing a bit of early Saturday morning shopping. My DH is moveing Mom out of my sister's house into her own condo today, so when I get up, I'll be expected to go admire her new place (and help her unpack), so it's unlikely I'll be back 'til tomorrow.

Happy Saturday, all :-)

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 18, 1999.

Humm, Hardliner.


Wonder if my dragon could take on your flying monkey?

Different technology. *Sigh*


-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), September 18, 1999.

Hey, Diane! That dragon reminds me of Koskinen. His mouth moves, but he never blinks! :-) (I could also add something about smoke and mirrors.... but I won't.)

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 18, 1999.

Tricia, that's just my luck! How could you not hear my "alley cat" tune? Did you double click on it? Can anyone else but me hear it? Am I now like Lon and hearing voices and tunes no one else does??

Is this forum real? Is this a dream? Have I made all those preps and spent all this money because of my "imaginary friends"?

Oh well, if I have, so be it. I've just spent the most comfy 2 days without electricity because of this dreamy place.

Cool dragon Hardliner. Looks like it's coming back from the moon. Is that you in the cockpit? Because pigs can't fly, doesn't mean monkeys can't.

-- Chris (#$%^&@pond.com), September 19, 1999.

Diane, your non-fire breathing dragon may look like Koskinen to Gayla, but it looks like the illustration of Pip (Alan Dean Foster's Flinx and Pip) to me.

Chris, nice to see you back again. Glad your preps were handy, sorry they were needed.

I just saw parts of a program broadcast from Spokane on Y2K. The message was still "Don't worry, we've fixed it", but it ended with a "however you should have enough supplies to survive a 3 day storm. There may be intermittent electric outages, lasting not just an hour or two, but for two or three days. There may be disruptions in food supply lasting days or weeks, there may be gasoline shortages, the government may have to control supplies through rationing, but the banks will work and you shouldn't take out much money, it just makes you a target." [A target for what? Government goons?] "So make sure you have enough food for a week or 10 days [I think this was a FEMA spokeswoman saying that], fill your gas tank before the 30th, stay calm and be helpful." This *is* the year for schizophrenia isn't it?

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 19, 1999.

Having thought about it further, I've decided that it's not so much schizoid as it is tension like that of a high wire walker. If I slip too far to the doomer side, I get overwhelmed and see no point to preparing; if I slip too far to the polly side, I 'know' that everything will be fine and see no point to preparing. I have to live in the area where sometimes I tip a little one way, sometimes the other, but always I am running to the end of the wire.

I've done more than my usual amount of forum browsing this weekend and am feeling slightly overwhelmed, so I came to FRL for a little lightening of the load, a bit of whimsy for my mental health. Thanks to all who have provided it!!


There once was a woman up North,

Gems of wisdom she spouted forth,

But to catch them, you see

You really had to be

As crazy as She of the North ;-)


Now it's time to work off some of the angst by going to get some more preps. See y'all.

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 20, 1999.

Tricia, my feelings exactly. I've stayed up until 3am last night (kids off because of jewish holiday) browsing the forum and digging in at least 1/4 of the archives. Overwhelmed is a weak word. I know I should give up the forum, I want to, but I can't give up the FRL, and so when I log on to peek in here, like an addict I peek in one thread, then another and another and another until I've lost sense of what's real and what isn't, doomer feelings turning to polly feelings and vice versa as quickly as I switch threads. Gives a new meaning to the epithet dizzy.

While in the archives last night I read many threads I had missed last year. I connected some missing dots with the FRLians, the history of the old-timers before the FRL was born. Was facinating ;-) I felt nostalgic too. There's still a big gap missing from April to July of this year when I was gone, I still feel out of the loop. Haven't had time yet to catch up, not sure if I should.

Your my GI family now, like it or not. I'm lost and lonely without you all.

-- Chris (#$%^&@pond.com), September 20, 1999.

Wasn't that an old rock song?

Sung with an accent....

Oh wire, oh wire did my tricia go?

Look high overhead between polly and prep's ...

-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), September 20, 1999.

Tricia & Chris,

That's why many fruitcakes stick with the middleground. Y2K feels like a balancing act... or a teeter totter.

Balance... in all things.

Diane, latte time!

-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), September 20, 1999.

Hardliner: Wow! Real dragons indeed. Thanks for covering my six. Im sure you know its never fun being on pint, er, I mean point.

Diane: That colorful helper made me feel better immediately. Safer too. Between that and Gaylas reminder about the beavers I think I am going to be OK on this thread now. Whew!

Gayla: Yes, the forum is quiet in the wee hours. Sometimes I have to get up then and respond to a page from work and I usually pop in to check things out. If these server busy mess-ages continue getting worse it may be the only remaining time that I will be able to get into the Asylum at all!

Chris: Once an FRLian, always an FRLian! I cant give it up either. Sometimes this is the only place I have time for, and it feels like home. Bless you, Dear, and Loyal One, our only member in full retiredment.

Tricia: Thanks for the Haiku, I really enjoyed it. How far you have come! Regarding your last post; its a balancing act, like so many other things in life.

S.O.B. - Answer counts are disappearing in front of my eyes! This is #64 if it follows Diane going for more cocoa, uh, I mean latte :)

-- Rob Michaels (sonofdust@com.net), September 20, 1999.

Hello to all on my favorite thread! :-)

My dear Rob, I have learned the secret of the "busy server" problem. Once you get in, NEVER click open a thread with your left mouse button! Use the right button to click on a thread, then click on "Open in New Window." After reading, you will just close that particular thread and move on to the next. That way you don't get "kicked out!" :-)

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 20, 1999.

Gayla: Thanks for the tip. Actually, I am used to getting kicked out of places :) especially my house!

I am glad that we are both here now, since I need to discuss a matter of some importance with you. Shhhh. I am very concerned that Ashton and Leska still haven't come here to post. They told me the other day that their job was keeping their time limited, yet I have seen them post to other threads. So I can only conclude that they are being prevented, against their will, from coming here. As Chief FRLian Investigatress, do you think that we need to look into this? I mean, suppose they need our help. I'm worried. It's not like them to stay away at all, never mind this long. They even missed the party! Do you think someone napted them? DiEtEr and Uncle and newbiebutnodummy and SOB and many others come and go, sometimes with long intervals before returning... but not Ashton and Leska. Should we do something?

-- (sonofdust@worried.rob), September 20, 1999.

Hmmmm.... you may have a point. I have also noticed a little more sarcasm in their posts. Depression perhaps? Taken over by pod people? I will have to investigate this further.

BTW, last night I dreamed you came over and mowed our back yard. This is very strange, because I don't really even know what you look like in real life. It is also very strange, because I have never dreamed about anyone on the forum before. I just kept thinking in my dream, Rob is really a nice guy! :-) Maybe I have been absorbed by the pod people as well!!!

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 20, 1999.

WOW GAYLA. This is reallllllly weird. You see, last night I had a dream that I was moeing a lawn! Big, big lawn. Must have been in Texas! No, no, I am only kidding... sorry I couldn't resist :)

I'm not much to look at. In fact, I have been known to scare women, young children and even small livestock without doing anything at all.

Getting back to the investigation, I noticed that they are talking about some very serious things too, and for a while now. Not that we all don't, but I am still worried. Glad you agree that this needs lookin into. Gotta run. I'll pop back in late tonight. BFN, Rob

-- Rob Michaels (sonofdust@com.net), September 20, 1999.

To verify whether a Rob person or a Pod Person was moving the lawn, the question to be asked of the Chief FRLian Investigatress is: What color socks was teh Rob/Pod Person knot wearing.?

If he/she/it (whatever whereever) wereever wearingever green socks, then it/she/he would more likely (or not less likely) to be a pod person. If he/she/it (whereever whichever witchever) wereever wearingever red socks, then it/she/he would more likely (or not less likely) to be a Rob Person. Unless the red-sock-wearing disguised Pod Person were disguising himself/herself/itself as a stealth pod person, then you/he/she could not be seen at all through the holes in the absent (that is, lack of present) green socks or the present (that is, not future) red socks, unless you were dreaming.....

Puzzling, isn't it not?

-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), September 20, 1999.

It's always difficult to post right after Sir Robert because I'm dizzy. No no! I mean he makes me dizzy, I'm not dizzy otherwise....always anyway....always dizzy I mean...I'm sometimes always dizzy depending where, but not always all the time. Really, I can focus most of the times sometimes, but definitely not when Sir Robert is talking!

Rob and Gayla, I've overheard A&L complaining that their current job is making it very difficult for them to keep up with the forum, something about the doctor patient and his wife being very demanding of their time and they're only able to steal 3 minutes of forum time here and there. I feel mixed feelings about this...hmm...a vague feeling that they're seeing us FRLians as second in priority, but they've written such a magnificant and hillarious long piece "what Greenspan really said", that I think they must be resting their brains and soaking up the glory for a little bit while it lasts. They deserve it, they're never praised enough for their contributions.

Definitely feels like something is amiss without them here.

-- Chris (#$%^&@pond.com), September 20, 1999.

Yeah, Chris, no one communicates quite the way Good Sir Cook does. He didnt achieve the Order of the Fruit for nuttin ya know. And once again he is right on target, or left on target, or somewhere in the vicinity of the target with the sox thing. I call him Good Sir because he returned to me that which was lost, my really bright red socks that were lost in the Dryer and then found on the Grandmamas missing check thread last year, and then lost and found again at the Circus this Spring. You remember the socks, Scott Olmstead is rumored to have borrowed them for the 60 minutes show. If we FRLians ever get together in real life you won't have any trouble recognizing me, even from a distance :)

Back to A&L; Something is definitely a Miss. Or a Mrs. Or perhaps it is a Mr. or in this case something is both amiss and a Mr. Hopefully Gayla will get to the top, or the side, or the bottom of it. If anyone can find stuff out its her. She uncovered the plot to napt Diane, remember. And speaking of our Great Seeress, perhaps she can lend a hand, or an arm, or an ear, or something else to help in the investigation. Also, Deborah the FRLian Profitesss may be of some assistance here. On second thought, or third, or may be its fourth, methinks we will need to mobilize our asses t to find the truth.

ATTENTION FRLians - Emergency Call to Duty

All FRLians are herby officially requested to assist in the investigation until such time as we determine the dispensation of our favirite vegitarians Ashton and Leska. All clues, hints, and leads are to be deported to this thread for immediate assimilation. All we know for sure is that they are missing from the FRL, and we miss them. So there is a lot missing. This call to duty will expire only upon definitive evidence of their safety, and is defective immediately. Or even sooner.

-- (sonofdust@callto.duty), September 20, 1999.

Robert, "puzzling isn't it not?" Yes, I guess it isn't! Now that we have that out of the way... I did NOT happen to look at Rob's feet in my dream. I have NO idea what color his socks were.

Rob, in my dream, you were a tall, nice looking guy, but that wasn't important. It's just that you voluntarily mowed our back yard. I was thinking, "he's just as nice in person as he is on the forum." :-) I talked to you through a screened window. I have NO idea what all of that means.

As to Ashton & Leska, I am leaving little coded hints on threads where I think they may check back in. I hope we FRLians haven't done anything to offend them. Maybe their "borrowed" computer can't download all the pictures? I haven't seen Lon around here, either. He's been on the road a lot. Oh well, back to spying. :-)

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 20, 1999.

Gayla. LOL. I hope someday we all really do meet.

Good thinking leaving coded hints around, and also you may be right in your wondering about the borrowed puter. I remember we had to start a new thread once cause Old Git's puter almost died trying to load the thread - and that was before we started with the gifs!

-- (sonofdust@com.net), September 20, 1999.

Summer is officially over,

The cool wind is starting to blow.

The year 2000 will be here soon!

What will happen? Does anyone know?

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 21, 1999.

Nice poem, Gayla, more! more!

Robert, as the thread loaded it paused at your post about the female teen snitching your jacket. You must remember that 65 real degrees is about 170 US degrees - even in Ga, surely *that* is not cold ;-P As for 18 real degrees (65 Fahrenheit), that's about our normal high on a warm day this time of year. Lately we've been having a real heat wave and several records have been broken - reaching 25 or so (76ish? US). Tell your daughter she needs to come visit us for awhile - better yet, let her come in Feb., we usually have at least one week of really nasty (-30 [-20]) weather about then. We should have a better idea of the severity of Y2K by then. I'll even trade off; you can have my daughter (the teen who thinks that 22[70] is hot) in the summer so that she can learn what true heat is. 'Course, we'll be down that way anyway for Unc's party, if all goes well (no wiggling out of this, Unc :-)

Autumn is stretching out this year, no frost yet and the trees vary from not even started changing colour to all gold, orange, yellow and red. The colours are so vibrant, it's food for the soul.

Well, gotta go - the grocery store is calling...

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 21, 1999.


Fruitcake monastery evacuated as Big Sur, Calif., fire spreads

LUCIA, Calif. (AP) - Benedictine monks who maintain a vow of silence and bake fruitcakes to support their monastery were among the hundreds forced to flee wildfires that raced up the coastal mountains of Big Sur.

Eight monks remained behind Tuesday to help firefighters save their monastery high above the Pacific, the New Camadoli Hermitage, which is reachable only by a narrow, twisting road and offers stunning views of the ocean.

(snip-more at link)

-- Deborah (infowars@yahoo.com), September 21, 1999.

(slamming and bolting the door behind her as she runs in, out of breath).......

Geez!! Have you folks been out there lately? I mean out THERE in the forum? There's a lot of really over the top, weird, schtuff going on...not in the world, I mean,...the craziness in the threads. I know the world has mucho bizarro. I'm not sure what the FRLians can do, if anything. But I thought I should keep the troops appraised. Seems like major tranqs in the water supply or some Thorazine might help,...or air lifts of Weird Al CDs or something...

I picked the wrong week to give up wine. Caramba!

This is my plan,...I'm gonna find the most poignant example of human beings being good, kind and helpful to other human beings,...a news article,...clip it and post it everywhere I see signs of decompensation like what's going on *out there!*...(OT of course....)

Dang,...Dante might have been reminded of inferno dreams! Beyond here, thar be dragons!

(the woman in the sheet opens the steel door, peeks out, and exits quickly and quietly to do what she must, not abandonning hope as Dante suggested)

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 21, 1999.

Go, Donna, Go! 'Sure could use a little good news today'

Tensions are rising as the big date (CDC - hasn't Greenspan got *any* medical knowledge?) nears. Voices getting shriller, arguments getting more vicious. Take a semi-break by reading only 15+ answer threads and those which grab your fancy. Or limit yourself to 5/day, then go to the prep forum or the rebuilding forum (although it's quite a downer, too, sometimes). Just always make sure to keep your membership current; with A&L on sabbatical and Linda Newbiebutnodummy lurking, Robert only peeking in once in a while, SOBob missing his count and even our faithless leader doing the Floyd duck, Gayla and I get downright lonely at times. (There are the few drop-ins, Lon, Unc and Hardliner eg, but they won't even dance without music) :-(

Speaking of Lon, I guess I owe him a poem to make up for the one I lost :


I've got beans and I've got soup,

I've got rice and pasta too,

I'll survive 'til I meet you on your Bayou,

Savin' nickles, savin' dimes;

Hidin' 'em where the sun don't shine

Hopin' for those happy times on your Bayou.

I'll be there some day, come what may, on your Bayou,

Broad smiles (with tears), celebrate the years on your Bayou,

On your fishin' boat, with the sails afloat,

we'll leave behind the fears

Sail into sun rise with all these guys - how happy we'll be!


(And just a little wishful thinking doesn't hurt, does it?)

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 22, 1999.

Chrystal, uh,..I mean Trish,

I love it. Nice picture of the kinda days I cherish down on the bayou. But it's Fall, now. And you left out one thing - the blackbirds that fly in undulating ribbons from the fields to the marshlands at sunset:

Autumn sky,

Wrapped in a ribbon of blackbirds.

Winter's coming;

It'll be here with the sun.

Summer morning,

An afternoon of Spring,

Autumn evening,

Bringing blackbirds on the wing.

-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), September 22, 1999.

Tricia and Lon,...your poems are special, very soothing for me this morning.

Here's a little blurb I found about senseless acts of kindness:

'Senseless kindness' habit catches on in Bakersfield By ELIZABETH BARKER

Bakersfield College Professor Chuck Wall gives students A's just for being nice. Students in Wall's human relations classes were told to commit a "random act of senseless kindness" and then write a report on it.

The homework assignment has since grown into a bumper sticker campaign aimed at building kinder, gentler communities in Bakersfield.

One student observed a needy mother and child at a supermarket, took them inside and bought them groceries. Another found a stray dog, took it home, gave it a bath, snapped its picture, tacked up posters and found its owner.

"Basically, our class operates on the principal that success -- be it personal relations, at home or in the work place -- depends on how you treat other people," Wall said. [bold and italics mine]

Student Shane Gautreaux, a 28-year-old sophomore, recalls the day Wall gave the assignment. At first, we were all a little confused, but the he gave us an example and we saw that it didn't have to be something major, just something nice that wasn't part of your ordinary routine."

Gautreaux bought some blankets at the Salvation Army and took them to homeless children living under the Baker Street bridge. They just flock to you like pigeons," Gautreaux said. "Sometimes they are embarrassed, but they take what they can get."

Not everybody is as accepting of kindness, as 32-year-old accounting freshman Ben Howard discovered. Howard's act of kindness was to buy breakfast for the person standing behind him at the BC cafeteria.

"He said, 'Why are you doing this?' and kind of gave me a weird look," Howard said. "So I explained it to him, but he still looked a little leery."

"I guess people aren't used to people doing something nice for them for no reason," Howard said. "They think you want something from them."

But the rewards outweigh any problems, he said, and Gautreaux agreed.. It gives you a great feeling of self-satisfaction," she said. "It was one of those times when everybody handed in their homework."

Wall explained how the class assignment came about and grew. "People see and hear about so many random acts of senseless violence, so we decided to put a positive twist on it," Wall said.

--She in the sheet upon the hilltop sallies forth, loudly pointing to acts of senseless kindness.

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 22, 1999.

Your's m'dear lady, was the 81st. Didn't count pictures or stealth geese sitings (citings, sittings ?) though.

-- Robert (sub_sob@LA.wetfeet), September 22, 1999.

Thanks for the poem, Lon. It was better than mine (credit for inspiration goes to Linda Ronstadt, BTW, next time I'll do a play off a Crystal song :-). Somehow a bayou song just seemed appropriate.

Thanks, to you too, Donna. As I said, we need some good news here! As for poetry, we have some real winning poets here - yourself included. Gonna write one up soon? Use a goodnews theme, if you like. I'll see if I can come up with one at work tonight, and post it tomorrow.

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 22, 1999.

Uh, yeah, Linda Ronstadt, like I meant to say. (She's good too, but she always makes my brown eyes blue).

Been on the road all day, but since you let your guard down, Trish, I'll slip another poem in before anyone can protest.


Someday, perhaps she will swim with us.

Someday when the sea is her sky,

She will fly.

Someday, perhaps she will swim with us.

Someday when sky-blue is ocean deep,

She will sleep.

For here, in seas forever cold,

Her dreams, we forever mold.

And in silence, and in the night,

We will call her to her flight.

Someday, perhaps she will swim with us.

Someday in sea-dream sky,

She will swim with us,

The dolphins and I.

--------------------Canyon Walls

It looks better when formatted properly, but just squint a little. (I'm pleased you liked "Blackbirds")

-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), September 22, 1999.

Wow. Youz guyz have been busy with some very creditable poetry I see. Great job all. Still no word though from A&L. Hmmmm.

Deborah: Thanks for that post!

Donna: Things must be really getting out hand if you come to this thread for a sense of normal! :) I have a bit of catching up to do it seems... Ed's reply to Greenspan and the latest Senate report.

S.O.B: Robert? You posted as Robert? Guess Donna was right. Thanks for the Offical Count Oh Great One.

One hundred days to go,

then we will really know,

autumnal equinox tomorrow,

happiness and sorrow,

we reap what we sow.

-- Rob Michaels (sonofudts@com.net), September 22, 1999.

Sanity and poetry and whimsy is here. There is no place I'd rather be. And now, at the command/wish of Tricia,...a story poem from me,..been a while. It's long. Mea culpa.

We would rather be ruined than changed
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die. W.H. Auden- from The Age of Anxiety (1948)

No no no comes the cry
A waste of time - the refrain in her mind
"Hell in a handbasket, little darlin'
So lie right down here and I'll share you my water."
The madwoman backs away then
She knows her madness and his desperation
Hers, a craft, a method, a garment
His, surrender to a dread she's already drunk so deep
Instead she walks back on blocks of crumbling concrete
Past bungalows somehow still alive
Sounds of life. A woman calls to her child.
A dog barks.
Yellowed newsprint dances its faded self along the street
Some music somewhere,...lovely
The breeze so sweet, like french vanilla ice cream, here,
Under the canopy of trees that shades Home.

The cats rub furry armless hugs at her ankles
"Food?" "A little," she replies
Her hand brushes the piano. Later, she promises Bach
Then out - back - eyes shielded against
The brilliance of drought-hardy bougainvillea
An arrogance shouting pink to the sky
Mad Cassandra brushes aphids from the tomatoes
At once surrounded by faithful fragrance
Loyal and liberated roses climb the stucco
Her yard as wild now, a tad more so than in the Other Time
"That you, Honey?" Henrietta calls from across a fence
It's seen better days.... They said that in her mother's day.
How can she still hear me, the woman wonders,
No batteries for the hearing aid.
"Yes, Henri," she smiles
"I have tea if you have Time," an old friend beckons
"I've got tomatoes, kale and Time for you." She smiles again

Then, then,... then a presence
while she harvests a gift for an old woman's company and tea
Change kisses the mad one softly
Old change fills the air around her with reminding and remembering
So much to do, she thinks. Time so full
Tomorrow bike to see the kids
Friday produce to market, some pots of rosemary
An evening block dance
The madwoman remembers crossing the moment back then
She remembers every day.

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 22, 1999.

Donna: You haven't lost your touch! Will you be putting this latest one up on that special Poemspage with the others? I still remember the beachcomber one, and the ones for Becca and Jason.

-- (sonofdust@com.net), September 22, 1999.

Oh, Donna.

I fear you have raised the standard. Very elegant. Even reminiscent of Frost during the Derry years. I was working on a quickie just for fun, but now.....I'm not sure if I can rise to the challenge.

And Rob, too. Your ending was very graceful. Such talent from a bunch of Circus dropouts and clowns!

-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), September 22, 1999.


I have just been in contact with A&L, using the secure line (stealth carrier pigeon) and other than being enforced with aliens they are both well. They expect to be released from their alienation in a week. Whew! I feel so much better.

Hi Lon. Ya know, I've been meaning to ask you about, uh, well the Giant Scooper, if you catch my drift. This pack o derm has been on the thread now for a while and its only a matter of time before, well, you know! Did you ever procure one of them there thingys?

-- (sonofdust@com.net), September 22, 1999.

Ahhh... my favorite place. :-)

Deborah, what happened with the fire? Did the fruitcake kitchen burn? Don't leave us hanging!

Lon, very nice! Please post anything you are working on! Glad to see you back over here with the sin-sin girls where you belong! :-)

She in the sheet.... you make me smile! :-) Did I ever tell you that I lived in Bakersfield from 1965 until 1969? I love the random acts of kindness! Once when passing from Massachusetts into New Hampshire on vacation, (toll road) the car in front of us paid our toll! Isn't that cool?

Rob, thanks for the update on A & L! I saw on a thread tonight that they only get 3 minutes computer usage at a time. It takes that long just to load one of our threads! :-)


-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 23, 1999.


You mean the "Super Duper Pachiderm Pooper Scooper"? Well, you wouldn't believe it , but that unicycle-riding flea hotel, Greybear, went and patented it! I hear he's closin' in on ole Bill Gates in the money bags department.

I mean, why else would he not hang out with us anymore, for cryin' out loud!

An' done you worry none about that elefunt on this thread. I taught her to back up to your old clown convertible. BTW, you might want to wear some really old clothes, if you want to go for a spin any time soon.

-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), September 23, 1999.


So nice of you to come in long enough to post. I know what you been doin' - -frisking about the yard, watching the wind blow through the tree tops. Anyone who has never lived in south Texas can never appreciate the excitement of the first "norther".

-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), September 23, 1999.

Well now, i'm glad to hear that the pack o derm situation is under control. But did ya have to put it in my rubber car? Sheesh! Can't drive it anyway, since Gayla hid the keys on me. Once in a while I like a nip , or two, and I always wanna git in that there klown kar fir a spin. Probably better I don't have the keys really. What would I do without Gayla lookin out for me? Don't matter anyhow since this here is a dry thread. Just startin to feel like myself again after that party. Whew!

It's lights out time so BFN, Rob.

Happy Autumnal Equinox!

-- (sonofdust@com.net), September 23, 1999.

O.K. Gayla, Just remember you asked for it.

Trish was so good as to write a poem about MY bayou, that I got to thinking about her northern wastelands :

-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), September 23, 1999.

Thank you for the kind words, fruitcake and poet kin and kith. Rob, and Lon, your most recent poems are like watercolor landscapes in my mind. Rob, I'll put it up on my poems page, and Lon,...Frost! Thank you, my grandfather-mentor Frost. What a compliment.

Hi Gayla Sweetie. Hey everyone, I got a quick email from A&L,...they were screaming into the dish towels for lack of time, but otherwise doing just fine! :-)

Had a nap...2am here...hope I can get back to sleep. Time for some hot ovaltine maybe, and then some FRLian dreams. ((((One and all))))

--Where's my jammie sheet?

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 23, 1999.

Lon, how did you know?? :-) We turned off the air conditioner for the first time since early May and slept with the windows OPEN! YES! It is supposed to be near 90 later today, but just for a moment, it was glorious! :-) Lon, your poem made me miss seeing all of the leaves change color. We don't get much color down here. Is it any better on the bayou?

Rob, you've been behaving yourself SO well. I guess we could allow you just one little drink. (But that means I have to hang on to the car keys for sure!)

Donna, thanks for the update on A & L!

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 23, 1999.

OOOOOOoooooooo, thanks Gayla. How did you know I wanted that beer? Down the hatch! MMMMMmmmm. Tastes as good as it looks. Hahahahaha. Hicup. Oops! I almost forgot that wehave some offalcially FRLian beeswax tonite. But first one laszt glass of that yummmmy beer. Ahhhh. Sooooo tasetepee. Hickpu. Ok, herewe go. Weeeeeeee. Lets start the cerememony.

Atention FRLians! Pleaze remain at detention for the followign AWARD CEMMORONY.

Az leader of this hear FRL, it gives me grate hicupp treasure to award the Metal of Fruitfullnes

to: Brian, for his Senate Deport work, and to Field Marchalls A&L: for thierr Fedup Speak tranzlation.

Come forwoard Brain, Ashton, and Leska.

Iam sure that all FRLdumb is in agleement that you have beeen espescialee Fruittful , with your Winnerfull Convolutions to the Forum this weak. Thankpoo Brian and A&L!! You have made all FRLinas worry shroud! Now please nail--- Ok--- You are herebye hicup offisilly decoraated! Congraduations!

(Applause) This concretes the cemerony. Evryone may noww hicup go back to being unretentiev.

Now, wherze my crown kar keyes?


-- (sunofdus@hic.up), September 23, 1999.

Oh, fer cryin' out loud...It should be obvious after all these months that Rob can't hold his liquor worth a damn. Now he's showing up potched to official FRL ceremonies.

We're doooooomed I tell you....doomed!!


--She in the sheet movin' the rest of her bug out stuff to the hilltop

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 23, 1999.

Hip, Hip, Hooray!!!! Yea!! Applause.... :-D


I don't know what happened to the Monks!! I need to find out! I bet they had BOB's. ;-)

Now that y'all have had a few, I submit my poem hastily written in the car, during the weekend madness of my life last Sat. I thought I'd share the Midwest with you, which is sometimes not so very bad, (although rather flat).

Yellow ochre leaves,

Riotously compliment

Bold cerulean skies.

Green prairie grasses


Into a pale wheat sea of dancing waves,


By the gentle breezes

Washing over our Great Lake.


Who's ever changing face,

Today ebbs the deepest of blue.

Calm power

Whispered to the beaches.

Seducing us with tranquility.

Does anyone hear?

A sparkling indian summer day.

-- Deborah (infowars@yahoo.com), September 23, 1999.

I beg to differ Donna, Sir Rob is still our Chairman of the Bored in good standing even when flat on his back.

-- Chris (#$%^&@pond.com), September 23, 1999.

Tonight, I will look at Polaris
and upon it, I'll make a wish
for love to endure eternity
beyond my life and Y2K,
my heart will blow to it a kiss.

-- Chris (#$%^&@pond.com), September 23, 1999.

Very cool Chris.

Now, I must go to Curriculum Night and make nice with the teachers.

-- Deborah (infowars@yahoo.com), September 23, 1999.

That's cool, Donna! I'm gonna try! Wow!

So, did it work? Let's see...

-- Carla the Canuck (got@no.address), September 23, 1999.

Also, the fixed justification.

-- Carla the Canuck (got@no.address), September 23, 1999.

VERY nice, Deborah & Chris! This has turned into an awesome thread!

Hey, how come nothing is blinking on my computer? Carla and Donna made words blink, but on my computer they don't blink! Waaah! It's not fair!! Waaah! Waaah! (Just wanted to throw a little temper tantrum.) :-)

Sorry, Rob! I didn't realize we were having unofficial FRL business today. Ummm... I don't think you want to get in your car. Lon sorta let that Elphunt make a mess in it. Eeeewww!

Where is S.O.B.? I miss him! It's cool enough now for our waltz across Texas!

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 23, 1999.

Gayla,...you don't know about *blinkies*? Drive those you love nuts...include blinkies in all your email.... :-)

Hey,...FRL PTB...I seemed to have missed the offishul meeting where it was decided how long the threads were going to go before beginning another. Is it time for number nine, number nine, number nine?

BTW, I was not suggesting that Lord Rob not be our fearless leader,...merely that we stop feeding him hooch before offishul gatherings. You know how the media can pick up that sort of thing and run with it. Before you know it...wham...a special prosecutor, an organization in chaos. :-)

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 24, 1999.

Thanks for the poems, I needed them. A bit belatedly, my poetry contribution:




Angels dance in Northern sky

White and irridescent gowns glisten,

Swaying to the rhythm of stellar songs.


Gentle wind quietly percusses

with rustling leaves and clicking twigs.

The dance undulates on beat.


Celestial joyous praise -

Their glowing forms weave patterns in the sky

As they bow before His throne.


((( Donna ))) . Sleepy time, now.

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 24, 1999.

Donna: As far as the number of posts before starting a new thread please consult your FRL handbook, Section IV, Subsection VIII, which in part says that new threads may be started at anytime, or before anytime, or immediately after anytime, provided that the existing current thread meets the 17 qualifications for retiredment to the archives delineated in this manual on pages 1003 through 1005 in Section II, Subsection IV. I hope this makes things clearer :)

Translation: Actually, the first thread had about 600 answers and was continually active from December to sometime in April but it got to be a pain to load. So we decided to vote demographically to start #2. The rest is history. Now, whenever a thread gets to the point that it takes a long time to load we go to the next. The previous thread was an exception (the Party) since we kind of got a little bit carried away and had to start this one.

BTW Gang, those last poems were awesome. It makes me proud to be disassociated with youz guyz! And thanks for the vote of confluence in my disabilities to serve you all. It really is depreciated.

-- Rob Michaels (sonofdust@com.net), September 24, 1999.

Okie Dokie, Chief! An I second the notion about the recent poems. Sublime!


-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 24, 1999.

Oh Rob...

(((More))) reading? My eyes are crossed! (And my T's aren't dotted neither).

BTW, looks like I just surpassed the 5,000 post mark. (Blush, shuffle, and tiny grin).




-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), September 24, 1999.


-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), September 24, 1999.

Diane: I know I speak for many when I say that you are the

Congratulations Diane, Oh Great Shatterer of Record after Record!

All FRLia Salutes You!

-- Rob Michaels (sonofdust@congrats.diane), September 24, 1999.

Hey Brian!

Looks like the Metal of Fruitfulness was well given. Scary Gary has just linked to your Senate Report HTML here on the Forum. Way to go! Three Cheers! HAHAHAHAHA!

-- Rob Michaels (sonofdust@com.net), September 25, 1999.

Wow, Brian, way to go! :-)

And to you Diane, hearty applause for a job well done!!!! I post the following in YOUR honor. (Especially the one about the latte!) :-)

Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.

Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of obtaining sex.

Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

Tatyr: A lecherous Mr. Potato Head.

Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the recipient who doesn't get it.

Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.

Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.

Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease.

Burglesque: A poorly planned break-in. (See: Watergate)

Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like a serious bummer.

Glibido: All talk and no action.

Dopeler Effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.

Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a refund from the IRS, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 25, 1999.

ROTFLTIP!! Gayla, those are too funny - did you make them up or find them?

You missed:

'Hatch-ku - what happens when Robert Cook hears Japanese poetry'

'Down time - those days when they put out up-dated Y2K reports'

'Dipsoratory - Rob's speach after finding a wet thread'

'Limmermania - the most common ailment found at the Asylum'


Donna, I'll bet you've got a bunch more for us, and Rob, this ought not even to be a challenge for you - just regular posting ;-)

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 26, 1999.

Gaylvanized: Being enthralled by Gayla's posts.

FRLianated: What one feels when one can't log on the forum.

Hardache: Missing Hardliner when he hasn't posted on this thread for a while.

SOBing: Similar to hardache, but one cries when one hasn't heard from SOB in a long time.

-- Chris (#$%^&@pond.com), September 26, 1999.

I LOVE the new lexicon. FRLi-isms! I'm gonna take some time to come up with some. In the meantime I posted a limerick on the old Asylum, along with some of you, and Stan! Welcome aboard, if you're reading this. Here's the fuzzy warm and cheerleading one I posted there:

Come one, come all, and don't be afeared!
Portended dates are ever near.
Observe Ye 'the bug'. Seek Center, give hugs. Prepare and write rhymes future-geared.

Sadness and peace, I follow along,
Trudge foot upon foot, and sing the One Song;
That is, Uni-verse,
The good and the worse.
"It is what it is," sounds the gong.

Like or not we're all here,...come inside!
Take the challenge. There's no place to hide.
Shake off the sedation,
And join the creation.
The Merry-Go-Coaster Life Ride.

--She in the sheet, clutching her 'E Ticket'

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 26, 1999.

Fun for FRLians!



-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 26, 1999.

Thanks for the trip down haiku lane, Donna. I'll have to bookmark it so that I can submit some when I'm feeling brighter.

I vote for a new thread. This one isn't staying in memory when I go to another site, and reloading it takes a looong time. If I don't see any strenuous objections, I'll start a new one when I check back in this evening. Dress will be casual, but orders of the fruit must be proudly displayed :-)

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 26, 1999.

Hi all,

Just in for a few minutes to do my appointed FRL duty regardless of the cost in fingles and toeses.

Too bad that this thread must close as well. It appears as though I show up just in time to close the show. Or, perhaps, I am the reason that everyone runs away?

Oh well, you can run, but you can't hide forever you know. I will track you all down again no matter what title you try to hide behind.

This will be #119 if it's after Ms. Tricia's post of the end of the 8.



-- sweetolebob (buffgun@hotmail.com), September 26, 1999.

SOB, you came just in time. Unless someone with more patience than I sticks around to post a link to the next thread, you'll have to make do with this sign : Look for "OT-FRL #9". See you there.

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 26, 1999.

Thanks all,


#9: OT-FRL #9
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id= 001TU6



-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), September 28, 1999.

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