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By request (mine), another FRL thread for those who enjoy haiku, limmericks and having fun in the face of uncertainty.


A three day storm comes

What will still be left standing?

Time will surely tell.

-- Tricia the Canuck (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 26, 1999


Hi Tricia. Good job starting this one up, as the other was getting a bit long in load time already.

S.O.B: Thank you for the count on the previous thread. Here is where we sit, or lie, or stand:

KYF I - 586 answers KYF II - 200 answers KYF III - 217 answers FC IV - 155 Fruitcake V : The Return of Sue? - 128 OT- FRLians Unite, members only  OT - 133 OT FRL 7 (The Party) - 67 OT FRL 8 - 120

Grand Total for threads I  VIII is 1,606 responses

Response #14 on FRL 7 was #1500, contributed by our Party Disc Jockey. Congratulations Diane!

The Big Question: Will we see 2000 by 2000? Uh, 2000 responses that is! LOL!


The Bear that is Grey,

met with he who needs Duct Tape,

for dinner last night.


Time flew by so fast. It really was wonderful to meet and talk away about something that so very few can truly appreciate or understand. Since he said I would recognize him by his red jacket, I thought it only appropriate that I wear my very best socks :)

-- Rob Michaels (sonofdust@get.together), September 26, 1999.

2K-Time...or as the Ram Dass watch, that had in place of the numbers on the dial a single word in each place....Now! Who was it who asked: If you kill time do you wound eternity? Not a joke question. Anyone know? I don't.

Time will tell indeed, Tricia. Thank you for the Haiku

--She in the sheet, with only time and heart.

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

Thank you Tricia, feels wonderful to load this new thread so quickly :-)

Awesome Rob, I envy the good time you had :-)

Donna, you hurt my brain with that question. All I could come up with is, if I kill Time, I am Eternity.

But since I have no time to kill, I am not eternal and time is flying by, so because of that I'm going to be spending the next week in my hide-out to make some final preps before I return to it in December.

I will miss you all dearly, but knowing how time flies I'll be back before you have time to miss me.


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

Chris: We will miss you too. Be well and safe, and try not to hurt your brain. After all, you are in retiredment and are needed back here to help keep things sane!

Donna: One person, and one person only, could possible make clear what is so unquestionably questionable - our Good Sir Cook. Hopefully he will explain the answer to your question, as only he can :)

BFN, Rob

-- (sonofdust@bfn.rob), September 26, 1999.

WOW! Greybear and Rob had dinner together! That is SO cool! And both of them wore "tokens of red." (I will have to remember to ask Greybear if Rob talks as funny in person when he drinks.) :-)

Bye, Chris. Have fun and be careful. I will be out of town quite a bit during the first half of October myself. I'll try to pop in whenever I get the chance.

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 27, 1999.

Okay, you fairweather friends, you. Two things:

1. Please put out food for the stealth geese migrating south in their red socks.

2. Remember that a good fruit cake needs to be made well in advance so the booze can do its work. Here's a reprise of a recipe I posted before Andy named me Old Git. Make it early and often.

CHRISTMAS FRUIT CAKE DELUXE--please read instructions carefully :)

1 cup butter

1 cup sugar

4 large eggs

1 cup mixed dried fruit

1 tsp baking soda

1 tsp salt

1 cup brown sugar

2 tbs lemon juice

1 cup chopped mixed nuts

1 bottle good whisky

Taste whisky to ensure it is good quality. Take a large bowl. Pour one cup of whisky and sample well; best quality must be assured. Repeat.

Turn on the electric mixer, beat one cup of butter in large fluffy bowl. Add one spoontea of sugar and beat again.

Make sure the whisky is still okay. Cry another tup.

Turn off the mixer. Break two leggs and add to bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit. Mix on the turner. If fruit gets stuck in beater blades, pry it loose with a drewscriver. Sample the whisky again to check for tonsisticity.

Next, sift two cups salt. Or something. Who cares? Check the whisky.

Now, sift lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one babblespoon of brown sugar or whatever colour you can find. Wix mell. Grease the oven. Turn the cake pan to 350 gredees.

Don't forget to mix off the turner. Throw the bowl out the window, check the whisky again, and bo to ged.

-- anon (anon@spamproblems.com), January 13, 1999.

-- Old Git (anon@spamproblems.com), September 27, 1999.

Chris and Gayla, hope you have a wonderful time on your journeys; as Mom used to say, 'Take your time going, but hurry back!'

Chris, if the central-east is as nice as the west, you should enjoy some spectacularly colourful scenery. We're supposed to experience our first killing frost tonight, so the flowers soom won't be around.

Rob, I'm envious. I so hope that the pollies are right, I can't wait to meet sooo many from this board. I'll have to manage to make it to both the east and west coast parties though, just to make sure I don't miss anyone on my most want to meet list (it seems to grow longer by the day).

Old Git, it's great to see you back here at the frl. Your recipe works great, but the fruitcake turns out a little wierd ;-)

More FRLi-isms :

Ipecache - medicinal stash

Beanch mark - the point on the wall that your beans stack up to

Appleying - guaging how many bushels will still fit in the cold room

Soylidifying - Adding soy beans to the preps

Check mate (6) - making sure no one is sneaking up on better half

Have a good Monday, all.

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 27, 1999.

Eternity expands to meet the time available......

Or is that only for death and taxes and computer programming schedules?

Wait, no, slow down, (or hold up, or wait up, or stop a sec - hmmmn - if you "stop a sec" do you only "wait a 1/60 of a minute".... or "hang on" or ... )

-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), September 27, 1999.


Could "Stopping a sec" equal putting a cork in a bottle of Triple?

-- Jon Williamson (jwilliamson003@sprintmail.com), September 27, 1999.

Waterwindfall: 100 full 2-liter bottles in the garage.

Old Git,...I love your recipe, and dangitall, I picked the wrong month to give up booze. :-)

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 27, 1999.

A new addiction

Donna started me on it

Dratted haiku site!

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 27, 1999.

Old Git: That sure is some recipe! ROTFLACGUA (Rolling on the floor laughing and can't get up again :)


For you Tricia, perfector of Haikus:

The leaves are turning,

autumn colors brighten days,

then fall gently down.

-- (sonofdust@leaves.falling), September 27, 1999.

HEEEYYY! What the hell does FRL stand for?

-- @ (@@@.@), September 27, 1999.

Here is a little background for those of you that may think we are crazy (You're right), and not know what The FRL is.

Who we are: The Fruitcake Resistance League (FRL) - People who post to this thread are FRLians.

What we do: Protect our Freedoms whenever and wherever and whyever and however we must against the evil en, ene, enem, enemy known as the Fruitcake Reserve Bored (The Bored) and their insidious plots - the most recent one was called "Know Your Fruitcake. The FRL was detrimental in de-feeting, or dis-arming, or stopping this wicked proposal from becoming realty.

So welcome all FRLians, Lurkers, Posters, and especially future FRLians. Feel free to join us in our activities.

-- (just@having.fun), September 27, 1999.

Old Git...LOL! That reminds me of an old teething cure I read when my babies were really babies.

Pour two fingers of whisky in a short glass. Dip finger in whisky, rub on babies gums....drink the rest. <:-)

-- Deborah (infowars@yahoo.com), September 27, 1999.

just having fun,

Thanks! Sounds pretty cool...yeah, it does get boring out there at times, especially late at night when all the Easterners are asleep.

Hi Deborah at Infowars! How did you come up with the "infowars" anyway? I like it!

-- @ (@@@.@), September 28, 1999.

Got a joke for the FRLians.. it isn't obscene or anything but if it bothers anyone of course it can be deleted...I think it's fine.

OK - here it is...

This guy walks into a bar and two steps in, he realizes it's a gay bar. "But, what the heck", he says, "I really want a drink."

When the gay waiter approaches, he says to the customer, "What's the name of your penis?" The customer says, "Look, I'm not into any of that. All I want is a drink."

The gay waiter says, "I'm sorry but I can't serve you until you tell me the name of your penis. Mine for instance is Nike, for the slogan 'Just Do It. "That guy down at the end of the bar calls his Snickers, because "It really Satisfies". The customer looks dumbfounded so the bartentender tells him he will give him a second to think it over. The customer asks the man sitting to his left, who is sippin on a beer, "Hey bud, what's the name of your penis?"

The man looks back and says with a smile, "Timex." The thirsty customer asks, "Why Timex?" The fella proudly replies, "Cause it takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin!" A little shaken, the customer turns to the fella on his right, who is sipping a fruity Margarita and says, "So, what do you call your penis?"

The man turns to him and proudly exclaims, "Ford, because Quality is Job 1" Then he adds, "Have you driven a Ford lately?" Even more shaken, the customer has to think for a moment before he comes up with a name for his penis. Finally, he turns to the bartender and shouts, "The name of my penis is Secret. Now give me a beer!" The bartender begins to pour the customer a beer, but with a puzzled look asks, "Why Secret?" The customer says, "Because it's STRONG ENOUGH FOR A MAN, BUT MADE FOR A WOMAN!"

-- @ (@@@.@), September 28, 1999.


Oooohhhh,[singing in a juvinile, taunting voice] you gonna be in trouble, you gonna be in trouble!!!LOL ;-)

In regards to 'infowars',(I'll try to keep it as short as possible- grin) futurist Alvin Toffler's 'Third Wave' was required reading in school. Fast forward ten years, and in retrospect many of the things he wrote about [which seemed difficult to imagine] came to pass. So, I read his later book Power Shift, and the way information would be used (info wars), in the coming years was one of the themes.

This past Spring the Senate [Y2K] Report was released, I had the opportunity to read enough of it before I witnessed the 'spin'. It was the clearest illustration I had ever had of an 'info-war'. In some instances the opposite of what the report stated was reported.

You could say I was miffed. I'm over it. There's nothing new under the sun. They're scumbags. This really shouldn't have been a shock. I have just been too busy raising a family, making ends meet etc. to take the time to realize just how bad it is. My fault, not theirs. I have a brain, I should have been using it. Anyway, that's the facts Jack!

Only one of the reasons why, no matter what happens as a result of y2k, I am forever changed, and I am thankful I had the opportunity.

Now here's a little joke:

70-year-old George went for his annual physical. All of his tests came back with normal results. Dr. Smith said, "George, everything looks great physically. How are you doing mentally and emotionally? Are you at peace with yourself, and do you have a good relationship with your God?"

George replied, "God and me are tight. He knows I have poor eyesight, so he's fixed it so that when I get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom (poof!) the light goes on when I pee, and then (poof!) the light goes off when I'm done."

"Wow," commented Dr. Smith, "that's incredible!"

A little later in the day Dr. Smith called George's wife. "Thelma," he said, "George is just fine. Physically he's great. But I had to call because I'm in awe of his relationship with God. Is it true that he gets up during the night and (poof!) the light goes on in the bathroom, and then (poof!) the light goes off?"

Thelma exclaimed, "That old fool! He's peeing in the refrigerator again!"

-- Deborah (infowars@yahoo.com), September 28, 1999.


LOL! Hey, you ran off of the Rush thread before I got your answer. Did you go to the Rush concert with a friend named Teres? Don't worry I'm not stalking you (I live 1000 miles away from there now). Just really wondering if we went to that concert together.

-- @ (@@@.@), September 28, 1999.

OY!! It's terribl hard to type formthe floor@@@!!!!!


Chuck who MAY NOT find the chaier for while

-- Chuck, a night driver (rienzoo@en.com), September 28, 1999.

A new addiction

Donna started me on it

Dratted haiku site!

-- T the C

Bwahahahahaaaaaaaaaa......I'm a stinker, I am! And my wickedness immortalized in haiku!

--She in the sheet says poems are neat!

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 28, 1999.

Fruitcake Index...

#0-A: Perfect y2k food? (not for the serious)

#0-B: Supermarkets, Duct Tape, and Phone Gnomes (Humor)

#1: Know Your Fruitcake! (not for the serious)

#2: Know your Fruitcake, the second.

#3: OT - Fruitcake III

#4: Know Your Fruitcake IV (not for the serious)

#5: Fruitcake V : The Return of Sue?

#6: OT- FRLians Unite, members only - OT

#7: OT - FRL 7

#8: OT - FRL 8

#9: OT-FRL #9

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

Diane: "Supermarkets, Duct Tape, and Phone Gnomes"? I remember starting that thread a while ago but it wasn't an FRL thread was it? It was just more of my silliness :)

-- Rob Michaels (sonofdust@com.net), September 28, 1999.

Diane, thank-you sooo much for posting the Duct Tape, Supermarkets and Phone Gnomes connection. I haven't laughed so hard since the first time I read it!

Rob, although you may not have meant it to start out as an FRL thread, it kinda got co-opted - which fact was recognized by GB (where is he, we miss him) and Chris, and by Gayla. And you did con-duct some official FRL business on that thread, too. (Don't take my word for it, check it out - you'll be glad you did.)


Laughing my head off

I need duct tape RIGHT NOW to

pull self together.


Ha ha ha ha ha clunk

Too late

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 28, 1999.

OK Tricia. I'll take a look now. Seems to have put you in a good mood, maybe it will do the same for me!

-- (sonofdust@looking.now), September 28, 1999.

Hmmmm. I see what you mean about all of the FRL stuff on there. Seems that it sort of morphed from the original post, probably because at the time we were still on the first Know Your Fruitcake thread, and it must have had over three hundred responses even by then.

It made me kind of sad though. The first response was from Runway Cat, who I miss. In fact, it was his very last post on the forum with the exception of that thread I started a while later in order to "page him." Oh well.

I can see why Diane put it here now though. It does belong.

-- (sonofdust@sad.rob), September 28, 1999.

my DEAR FRiviLous idiotS,

is tHis pUn-iSHment!? GO away! moLDy BUnGholeS! BEll rings quietly.


-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), September 28, 1999.

Let me try that again!

my DEAR FRiviLous idiotS,

is tHis pUn-iSHment!?

GO away! moLDy BUnGholeS!

BEll rings QUIETly.


-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), September 28, 1999.

Two More and I'll quit.


FLy IN The ointMent

Angrily rebuKES the spooN:

nOn SENSE, monkey mind!?



-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), September 28, 1999.

a play on classic Basho, and my last


o' matsuSHIma

liTtle, dirTY, slEAsy TowN

o' matSushima!



-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), September 28, 1999.

Stan, Stan, m'dear man -

my daughter (Jean) wants you to understand

you misspelled the cow talk "mu"

so she's terribly disappointed in "yu"

but still wants to see your pet win the blue band.

-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), September 28, 1999.

Ah - good news, of a sort.

Mr. K was in Atlanta on a "community discussion meeting" downtown. He had a few minutes on the radio (WSB, Clarke Howard show - who's a confirmed and absolute DWGI!)

Was able to get through to him directly, but was only allowed to address one topic before I was cut off - darn it! Anyway, asked about how he could assume the significant risk of water supplies failing when fewer than 16% of the systems are even reporting, added eventhose are only 80% through. His reply talked around the subject - as most of his replies did on each caller. He did cid claim that "most" big systems are reporting they "will be through before December", these will cover most of the population, .... repeated (again and again) "the three day winter storm warning."

Gave no indication he (Mr K.) wanted to listen to any further questions or comments about his answer, nor about interrelated systems (power, forexa,=mple) interupting water pumps, or anything else. The host (Clarke Howard) interupted then with a comment about being able to drink champagne instead. (The whole show was replete with similar off-the-wall distractions - neither wanted to discuss opposing opinions realistically, nor did they allow critical comments about his replies. Very disappointing, since this is his typical method: "I've said my piece, and will use your question to repeat another of my preset answers with another preset reply.....)

Anyway - t'was nice to actually get a chance to ask him directly.

Also had a y2k briefing at the church afterwards - nice presentation from the county fire dept emergency response team coordinator, and from the "Joseph Project" on genreal readiness. Neat to be able to hear from a government official who really has completed a remediation, testing, and verification program - for all city and county departments. At least locally here, the government seems to have its act together.

Wish that were true nationally.

-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), September 28, 1999.

Oh dear!!! Has Stan morphed into DiETeR? Or has DiETeR morphed into Stan? This is serious!

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 28, 1999.

Gayla, I think it's another case of imitation being the most sincere form of flattery. Stan was trying to make the point that he fits well in our Asylum ;-)

Robert, thanks for the update. It can be no surprise that Mr. K is so difficult to talk to - he's too busy spinning to hear you properly. (I have this lovely mental image of him twirling like a figure skater, white washing as he goes).

Rob, hope you enjoyed the trip down memory lane, thanks for paving the way ;-)

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 29, 1999.

Robert, the Atlanta show is coming up.


mu iS EmptinEss

and, YOU're right too: cowS go mOO.

But StaN's not Dieter!



-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), September 29, 1999.

P.S. Please pardon the fourth anti-haiku, S and D of Stan and Dieter's names should not have been capitalized. Anti-haiku!? I like to think of a haiku as a Heidegerrian break down in the intellectual process where one confronts the abyss or is going that way, my anti-haiku attempts to achieve the same breakdown, while offering appropriate diversions for the monkey mind that cannot make the break through: anagrams, references to japan, zen, or haiku, etc. And that might explain the apparent Dieter-ness. My sincere-most apologies to DiETER! (grin)

-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), September 29, 1999.


rELaX, eNJoY It's eMBRaCE


-- Dieter (questions@toask.com), September 29, 1999.

(blush). Good thing nothing's depending on my intelligence and wit this evening. Stan, your posting went over my head like a flock of stealth geese.


Like a pump lantern,

Bright when pumped, otherwise dim

I need priming now

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 29, 1999.

My Lovelies, You're gonna absolutely love THIS one!

Haiku Headlines of the Week

http://www.coolwebsite.com/haiku/archive/092799hh.htm ******************************************* search engine mad one

who needs to find things out plain

to find any rest

--She begins to write upon her sheets

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 29, 1999.

Well obviously my format synapses have not awakened this morning. I wanted to mention that if you look at the top of the haiku headlines page there are "news bureaus" where you can submit headlines...Waaaay cool site.

search engine mad one

who needs to find things out plain

to find smallest rest

--She in the artsy magic marker deco sheet

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 29, 1999.

As was said on Monty Python: And now, for something completely different!:

A number of years ago, the Seattle Symphony was doing Beethoven's Ninth Symphony under the baton of Milton Katims...At this point, you must understand two things:

(1) There's a long segment in this symphony where the bass violins don't have a thing to do. Not a single note for page after page.

(2) There used to be a tavern called Dez's 400 right across the street from the Seattle Opera House, rather favored by local musicians.

It had been decided that during this performance, after the bass players had played their parts in the opening of the Ninth, they were to quietly lay down their instruments and leave the stage rather than sit on their stools looking and feeling dumb for twenty minutes.

Well, once they got backstage, someone suggested that they trot across the street and quaff a few brews. After they had downed the first couple rounds, one said, "Shouldn't we be getting back? It'd be awfully embarrassing if we were late." Another, presumably the one who suggested this excursion in the first place, replied, "Oh, I anticipated we could use a little more time, so I tied a string around the last pages of the conductor's score. When he gets down to there, Milton's going to have to slow the tempo way down while he waves the baton with one hand and fumbles with the string with the other."

So they had another round and finally returned to the Opera House, a little tipsy by now. However, as they came back on stage, one look at their conductor's face told them they were in serious trouble. Katims was furious! And why not? After all........

It was the bottom of the Ninth, the score was tied, and the basses were loaded.

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 29, 1999.

No mu's is good nu's? You beta not sigma that chi of talk again in open mixed homo-metaphysical inter-relational networks again to continue to reduce or eliminate the effort that minimalizes the extended knowledge-base of any extra-sensory deprived males reading (ie, those who end up sleeping the garage) in red socks.

On the other hand, I have heard another "bad" nuclear pun - in Greek no less - anybody care to hear it?

-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), September 29, 1999.


I just gotta uncloak long enough to say "good one" via:

Uch, bleeck, gag, horrible, one of the worst puns I've ever heard.


-- Got Punishment?

-- Greybear (greybear@home.com), September 29, 1999.

father bear does me
great honor in uncloaking
i love his bear hugs

--Daughter bear in the sheet

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 29, 1999.

Oh gawd! They're all stripping now! The robeless Rob and the decloaking Greybear.

This is NOT an R-rated thread! (There ARE no ratings to describe this and the other FC threads. Hollywood would disown it).

At any rate, or not to rate, does anyone remember the name of the one about Grandma's paycheck that turned into another off-fruitcake winner?

Need a laugh.


-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), September 29, 1999.

Here ya go Diane: The uncategorized thread started by Littlesister was called Grandmamas missing check

-- (sonofdust@rotfl.rotfltip), September 29, 1999.

We need to change that "uncategorized" to a "Misc: Humor, Puns, People and Poetry" group id.

-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), September 29, 1999.

What will I do if the net goes down? A fruitcake thread per day is way better than an apple for keeping the doctor away!

Donna, I loved your joke, I'm gonna print it out and send it with my daughter to her music teacher (superb isn't strong enough to describe how good a teacher he is). He'll get a laugh from it - and probably with it, too, at the next school concert. I'll be bach for more, if you know some.

Rob, thanks for the link to Gramma's thread - I enjoyed it less than the Gnome thread only because it didn't last as long. What a bunch of witty people visit here. BTW, I saw a late (small) flock of geese yesterday morning. They seemed a little confused, they were headed east-northeast. If I see them again, I'll let them know that Robert is southeast from here.


Winter's moving in

Frosty mornings preceding

windy afternoons.


Trees will soon be bare,

Stripped of lovely foliage,

Shivering in the cold.


"Quit whining", he says.

"I like warm climes", I reply.

"Can't we please move soon?"

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 29, 1999.

Can I have my fruit cake, now? Heavily whiskeyed, please. I've got cash-ews.


Ok. What's the Greek pun for nukes?

Sincerely, Stan Faryna

-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), September 29, 1999.

Well, shoot. I can't get my 'puter to post an answer to Owl's cyber lunch thread, and I did so want to come along. (I'll just post it here, and let the forum gods straighten it out.)

Thanks for the in-vite to this here thang.

Cajun boudin is what I'll brang

And gator balls for some of you,

And a great big pot of crawdad stew.

And just so's we keep thing's loose,

Two dozen jars of Cuzin Iggies down-home, sure -'nuff free-fer-all, Jiggle Juice!

P.S. -Pass the crap dip to that guy from UPS with be big grin on his face.

-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), September 29, 1999.

Robert, please post your nuke pun. 'Course I won't understand it, it's all Greek to me.

Lon, what did the UPS man do to deserve that?

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 29, 1999.

Tricia, you just gotta read the thread to see what the UPS man got. hee hee! Hey, Lon! I'll pass on the gator balls, howz about some gumbo?? It got cooler today! I'm goin' to Pappadeaux's tonight. YEA!!!! :-)

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), September 29, 1999.

Gayla, I read that thread; I just didn't think the poor man deserved 'crap dip'.

Diane/alternate Sys-op, can you fix the answer button on the brunch thread, please? It seems to be all html, no grey submit box. (Maybe it's just a Netscape problem?)

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 29, 1999.

It is the ususal unusual case of the strangely moving [Submit] button - happens irregularly around about here (or there, or not here, as the case might be - or might not be - since the button moved....) but anyway - where the present location isn't - the button is there, next to the red socks. So you gotta look someplace else for it - for the button that is, not that I'd expect the red socks to be near the "crab dip" - or close to the other location of the "grab dip" - but then you get your fingers dirty if you "grab dip" ...

Oh - back to the [Submit] button - slowwwwly page up, or scroll up the screen - you'l probably find it hiding somewhere in the thread a little higher. It goes the same place the missing thread numbers go.

Or just hit the "tab" button after writing something - and pray it tabbed to the button.

-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), September 29, 1999.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo. Whiskey-soaked fruitcake and lots of jiggle-juice. Can't wait. Count me in!

Speaking of 'count', since the answers start decrementing on the seventh day after a thread is started, that means that one of us should post the count just before then as a starting point for S.O.B. So, since this here thread was started on September 26th, we add 6 more just to be sure it is accurate, and post the thread count on September 32nd.

-- (sonofdust@ican.count), September 29, 1999.

But that's only good for every other alternate leap year ending in a Friday....I tried to post a count, but he wouldn't fit in the mail slot.

-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), September 29, 1999.

Aw c'mon Robert. Duke it out with him! If he won't fit then maybe use a little Earl. You can always Count on Earl!

-- (sonofdust@keep.trying), September 29, 1999.

Right now, Cory, Ed, and Paul are posting. It is about one hour before tomorrow. Anyone else besides me wonder if any of them ever lurk on these comic relief threads? Would be great to know!

BFN, Rob

-- (sonofdust@just.curious), September 29, 1999.

Robert, I apologize for doubting you. I always thought it was your eyes that wandered, not the submit button. Next time I'll believe you more readily. BTW, where's that promised nuke joke - or did I just miss it flying by with Stan's mu stealth geese?

Rob, I think Cory has answered on a thread or two, and wasn't Paul on Gramma's thread? None of those three are often seen on humourous threads, I guess they save their wits for battles thereof. Re : your meeting with GB, better keep those really red socks in good shape in case we have a less than TEOTWAKI - you'll need 'em at Unc's party.

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 29, 1999.

Hi Tricia. I thought I was going to get some sleep now but I'm still too awake! Anyway, my socks are scheduled for washing this week and they will be safely duct-taped together until Valentines Day. As far as Unc's party, I don't know if he would want me there, especialy since Dieter doesn't seem to like me. So we will just have to wait and see on that.

Nice to see GB post here again :)

-- (sonofdust@red.socks), September 29, 1999.


Is there a silver lining in every fruit cake? How about Gold Eagles for the gold bugs? 1/1Oth ounce, I suspect. But how do you keep the coins from melting when you bake? Does Andy know?! More whiskey!!!

Sincerely, Stan Faryna

-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), September 29, 1999.

Only one haiku for now,...

modern day minstral
singing one song to the grass
rocks trees fish birds you

--She in the sheet,...

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), September 30, 1999.

Okay Robert... new category... Misc/Humor/Puns/People & Poetry (New)

Will re-assign the FC threads in awhile. Will try to locate the wandering submit button first.

Okay FRLians... if you know of "fun" threads that need to be recategorized, please provide links.


-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), September 30, 1999.

More FRLi-isms:

I Dream of Beanies - the latest recipe book

Rice'r'Roni - the choice the cook has to make

Pepper Roni - spicing up dinner

Is haitchu? - code when meeting fellow frlian in public

Limmerick - correct response

-- T eht C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 30, 1999.

Looks like the original brunch thread got zapped. Likely unfixable. See...



cyber-brunch update


-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), September 30, 1999.

Thanks for the fixes, Chuck and Diane. The brunch thread is starting to be a run for the FRL's money :-)

Rob, instead of putting those favorite socks in the dryer, maybe you should hang them to dry and not risk having them kidnapped by dryer gremlins. You know how much they love red socks!

See y'all on Sunday - unless I happen to be awake enough to post earlier.

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), September 30, 1999.

Ooops, email directory is busted big time (MS Outlook hung up while transmitting).

Will have to fix later (Oct 10ish) since I will be out of town (Houston, TX) next week on business. Hope to see Lon whilest down there, any others? (Le Miss Gayla will be traveling - so I'll apparently (or transparently) appear to miss her again.....drat!)

-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), October 01, 1999.

I agree with Mom, I really like warmer climes too! Why aren't we gone yet?

I know, I always post OT, but that's OK.

-- Carla the Canuck (got@no.address), October 01, 1999.

Hi, ever-body.

I know that NO one here recoginizes me, because I'm new here. But I just was in the neighborhood, and was wonderin', was anyone storin' up on nuts and sunflower seeds for Y2K?

Also, I happen to be writin' a book on bird feeders, and just thought I'd ask if ya'll might happen to have some in your yards. If so, might they be electrified, or have some such diabolical comtraption which might be construed as deterrent to small, loveable creatures like say, squirells?

No reason in particular, just wonderin', you know.

-- Agent Nutsy (lgal@exp.net), October 01, 1999.

Well reconnisance (-1 sp) Agent,

Feed both birds... AND squirrels! (No surprise there). In fact one is chattering a fuzzy communique outside right now! Difficult to decode... but... has something to do with... the cat!

Report that to....

An Ultimatum!!! -- The Squirrel King (Still Nuts@upina.Tree)

http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id= 001VQo

Ive also enlisted some additional spy... uh... protective assistance... good for innocent squirrel distractions...


Then there's...

The Back-up force!


-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), October 01, 1999.

Hi, guys,

Just thought I'd stop back for a chat, ya know. Well, what have we here? Little masked furballs - Ewok Ninjas?

And I hear Diane has put up a new squir...ah, bird feeder. A NICE one too. With a moat and everything. Those wouldn't be piranhas in there, would they?

Oh, well, no concern of mine, just makin' conversation, ya know. And what about the famous stealth goose squadron? Gone to Florida for a little bikini R&R, have they? Flyboys are all the same, ain't they?

Well, gotta run, nice chatterin' ......uh, I mean talkin' with ya.

-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), October 01, 1999.


I don't know who keeps puttin' Lon's name on my posts. I don't even know the guy, though I hear that he is quite handsome and hates squirrels.

-- Agent Nutsy (lgal@exp.net), October 01, 1999.

90 days to go. Won't be around much for a while. Time for a Y2K break. Perhaps the last. Keep well FRLians.

S.O.B. #73

Long Live the FRL!!!!

BFN, Rob

-- (sonofdust@y2k.break), October 02, 1999.

Here I am, I've come to play

But most of my friends have gone away

Gayla's rubber necking,

Chris is Quebec-ing,

Robert and Rob just won't stay :-(


But here's Lon and Diane, perhaps Hardliner too,

Grey Bear popped in and Donna's got haiku,

Perhaps today

Will be okay

When many fruitcakes become few.

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 02, 1999.

Tricia,...I think you're in the flow...Yes, today will be a good one. Each moment. Here...here...here...here,...The moments one at a time, life as meditation. I feel happy to be here. AND I found a poem to share.

from "To Those Born Later"

Truly, I live in dark times!
The guileless word is folly. A smooth forehead
suggests insensitivity. The man who laughs
Has simply not yet had
The terrible news....

In the old books it says what wisdom is:
To shun the strife of the world and to live out
Your brief time without fear
Also to get along without violence
To return good for evil
Not to fulfill your desires but to forget them
Is accounted wise.
All this I cannot do:
Truly I live in dark times.

I came to the cities in a time of disorder
When hunger reigned there.
I came among men in a time of revolt
And I rebelled with them.
So passed my time
Which had been given to me on earth...

Our forces were slight. Our goal
Lay far in the distance.
It was clearly visible, though I myself
Was unlikely to reach it.
So passed my time
Which had been given to me on earth....

You who will emerge from the flood
In which we have gone under
When you speak of our failings
The dark time too
Which you have escaped....

...we know:
Hatred, even of meanness,
Contorts the features.
Anger, even against injustice
Makes the voice hoarse. Oh, we
Who wanted to prepare the ground for friendliness
Could not ourselves be friendly.

But you, when the time comes at last
And man is a helper to man
Think of us
With forebearance.

(Of what dark times does the poet speak? Who is the poet?)
Bertolt Brecht

--in moments upon the hilltop,...

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 02, 1999.

yesterday brecht writes
our todays are just the heres

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 02, 1999.

I may make a mash of this, so I won't attribute the originator's name, just that the thoughts (and some phrases) are borrowed :

"DO Something"

We live in a time and place of freedom and opportunity unparalleled in history. We can do more with less effort than even the wealthiest of previous ages. In times past, the one constant has always been change; civilizations rise and fall - ours is certain to do the same. Our ancestors lay with their faces in the mud and the boot of tyranny on their necks, almost certainly our decendants will do the same. We, however, for this brief moment can stand up and work for ourselves, think for ourselves, do things to change our world. Yet most of us still lie with our faces in the mud. The boot of tyranny is lifted, yet we do not move, we do not act to leave a better world when we go. We have the wealth of time, opportunity and resourses. Get up. Wipe the mud from your eyes. Decide what you will do and DO IT!

This little mini-sermon has been on my mind more and more frequently. Our window of opportunity may be smaller than our society has any idea. How best can we utilize it?

-- Tricia the Canuck (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 03, 1999.

Another good site for limmerick and haiku:


Limm erick Leaders

Keep your fingers crossed everyone,...got three different buyers coming this afternoon to look at a piano I'm selling...could mean I'll be able to pay the mortgage this month! :-) Dang I love economic security!

--She in the sheet with a reason to have a campsite on the hilltop

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 03, 1999.

Now don't be sluggards! Get those limmericks and haiku in here for all of us to 'ooh' and 'ah' over! Enough of the lull-ish weekend...Hey Chief,...couldn't we get some sort of edict requiring poetic contributions lest the post risk future air strikes from the stealth geese? Nah...never mind...just a silly thought!

Vive la revolution!

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 03, 1999.

ARRGGHH I just lost another poem :-(

It wasn't great, but it was the best I've done today. A replacement:


Donna, dear I greatly fear

That we have been deserted.

Rob's on a break; Lon's on the take

(He went squirrelly after we flirted)

Gayla and Chris then Robert we miss,

They've left their computers behind them. Old Git, Jon, Chuck, Stan, @, Deborah and Diane

Must all be busy on the forum.

Hardliner and Dieter and GreyBear won't meet here

Without a terrific draw

So it's just you and me, kid, the rest have all hid - Let's sit down and have us a jaw.

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 04, 1999.

give the thread a push
a lim'rick waits in the wings
it's only a stage

tricia and donna
hold down the make-believe fort
the gang will return

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 05, 1999.

I'm still waiting for clearance from the BATF&F on getting a fruitcake launcher-- it is an exceptional pun-isher when it comes to crimes of the literate and other literary faux paux. It's a great riot and crowd controller too. You gots to keep on keeping the people fed, I always say.

Pass the fruitcake and praise the Lord!

-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), October 05, 1999.

Lapful of warm cat

Loud and happy purr machine

Rodent control, too.


Ashton and Leska

Have returned to the forum

Where is their report??


Stan awaits licence

For a fruitcake catapult

You can have this one


Morning silliness

While rubbing eyes and yawning

Good start to the day

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 05, 1999.

Oh, and Donna, evidence that DiEteR lurks still :


UnCerTaIn tYpiNg

wHat IS hAPPeniNG To mE

ThE ShiFt KEy's SticKinG


found at Haiku-matic site.

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 05, 1999.

Hi Tricia! & Donna, Rob, SOB, Lon (gone bushy-tailed, you rascal!), Hardliner, Diane, Gayla, Robert, Stan, Chuck, Deborah, Sue, all FRLians old and new, musty crusty moldy rummy & mummy! We're in zombie land but will venture to report that we have GREATLY missed the FRL and have been too zonked to type anything sincycle! Course that means we shoulda been here exclusively. Only had 3 minutes at a time, couldn't load FRLian threads fast enough. And may hafta go back to that job! NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO :_(

Thanks you velly mucheezmo for zee AWard on #8 :-) We will have to aacccckkkkkk knoll ledge that jes as soon as possible. Velly sweet of y'all. We feel like rats not being able to do justice to the FRL. Later ... now we gettin ready for Dr. appt, Ashton gots a real painful ulcer he gotta get healed right away before it performates -- that H. pylori is nasty bacteria.

All that bird & bug spraying in the other threads -- please addvice our stealth migrations to steer veeeeery clear of those areas! Not good for the nervous system which as we all know must be at high string now especially.

-- A & L, still too tired to make sense (allaha@earthlink.net), October 05, 1999.

Welcome back!!

Hope Ashton is well soon. Sleep deprivation does no favours for the immune system, I hope you get a decent length break!

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 05, 1999.

She holds hands with Leska and Ashton playing:
Ring around the Fruitcake!
Rice and Beans we can make.
Singing, winging
The Stealth Geese come!!!

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 05, 1999.

one fruitcake launcher the enemy on all sides stuffing their faces

-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), October 05, 1999.

One of my favorite books for years and years. I've given away so many copies, I don't even have my own left:

From The Book of Qualities...

When Imagination walks, she writes letters to the earth.
When she runs, her feet trace postcards to the sun.
And when she dances, when she dances,
she sends love letters to the stars...
Even with the old stories, she wants us to see what has never been seen before.

Judgment does not like many people, but he loves a few very much.
Although he is arrogant, he is not nearly as confident as others assume.
He does not quite know how to handle all his insight,
so people get the wrong idea.
He is not ruthless, but steady and obsessed by his search for the truth.

Blame keeps a pharmacist's scale at the corner of his desk.
He is very good at measuring emotions and calculating who has suffered more than whom.
No one doubts that he is clever...
he confessed that he was puzzled
because he keeps running into the same problems in all his relationships...

Inspiration is disturbing.
She does not believe in guarantees or insurance or strict schedules.
She is not interested in how well you write your grant proposal
or what you do for a living or why you are too busy to see her.
She will be there when you need her but you have to take it on trust.

Surrender. She knows when you need her better than you do.

--The Book of Qualities
J. Ruth Gendler, 1988, Harper & Row Publishers, available in reissue at that Amazon place.

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 05, 1999.

Hiya, guys.

How'ss the Y2K preps goin'? I mean, you are storing plenty of important stuff like , oh, say, nuts and dried corn, huh?

That's really good people food, and I don't think them dastardly squirrels like it at all. Probably a safe bet to just leave it outside under the shed or somethin', you know. Save room in the house.

Anyway, it's not important. I just thought I'd mention it. And by the way, sunflower seeds are real cheap right now; practically free! Yeah, suunfloower seeeds. I .........like ......suuunfloowwwer ......seeeeds.........(drool) (twitch).

Uh, anyway, nice visitin'. Gotta scamper!

Your trustworthy new friend,

-- Agent Nutsy (lgal@exp.net), October 05, 1999.

one fruitcake launcher
the enemy on all sides
stuffing their faces

-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), October 05, 1999.

Pppppssstttt, anybody else notice some furry double agent? How can such a nakedly obviously mole rat be in our midst without being ferreted out! Everybody must be soaked solid rummy! Andy's living in his bowl now. And there's a rumor Diane & Co. are off in their own private Forum. Hhrrmmm. Get too busy for a month and the place goes to the squirrels.

-- Ashton & Leska in Cascadia (allaha@earthlink.net), October 05, 1999.

Banging at the door!
one-two-three-four-five-six shots.
whiskey, not a gun.

-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), October 05, 1999.

There is a series of CAT threads that might need to be tossed into the humor catagory (blatant attempt to get SOMEONE else ANYONE else to do some of the dirty digging to find the one post by Andy that includes Elevator Butt).

Can't stay mad when you have a lap full of purring cat(s)!


Who demonstrated

for all un-telestrated,

his lack

of poetic tack. .






-- Chuck, a night driver (rienzoo@en.com), October 05, 1999.

puns thoroughly intentional

-- Chuck, a night driver (rienzoo@en.com), October 05, 1999.

Just 'cause you phoned, Leska... (Thanks for being concerned! Hope Ashton's better too)...

Tricia must'a hi-chooed once too often in the direction of California, and now I have the flu. Sniffle, cough, fever, chill...

Disappearing for a few daze to sleep 'n heal. (And NOT dream about Y2K).

Wish I knew how to spell... gazoonheight.


-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), October 06, 1999.

Now comes the challenge; typing my closing haiku with no screen...

Lon, er, I mean Evil Twin, er, I mean, Agent Squirrelly, uh Nutsy - that's it, Agent Nutsy! I have a parrot so I have lots of nuts and seeds. And three cats. Who like rodents.

Ashton and Leska, I think some evil witch got cast a spell on poor Lon. He's sworn allegiance to the Squirrel King, or something. Then she must have hit Diane with a 'flu spell, 'cause it wasn't my haichuing no, no, couldn't have been.

Chuck, good luck finding the cat threads ;-) (Nice try though)

Diane, I hope you're feeling better immediate! Although I'd like to point out that mine wasn't the last Haitchu written before you started sniffling.


What a lovely night.

Winter snow's gone North again,

At least for the nonce...

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 06, 1999.

Chuck, I did some archive searching but found only the thread about the English party that's elected a cat as their leader :


I didn't see the elevator one, or have forgotten if I did. So I don't remember the title (always easier to search if memory contains at least one title word!) Anyway, that's the only thread I found with a cat title that might belong in the humour thread.

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 06, 1999.

An unabridged quotation from The Book of Qualities, by J. Ruth Gendler:

"Power Power made me a coat. For a long time I kept it in the back of my closet. I didn't like to wear it much, but I always took good care of it. When I first started wearing it again, it smelled like mothballs. As I wore it more, it started fitting better, and stopped smelling like mothballs.

I was afraid if I wore the coat too much someone would want to take it or else I would accidentally leave it in the dojo dressing room. but it has my name on the label now, and It doesn't really fit anyone else. When people ask me where I found such a becoming garment, I tell them abou the tailor, Power, who knows how to make coats that you grow into. First, you must find the courage to approach him and ask him to make you coat. Then, you must find the patience inside yourself to wear the coat until it fits."

it's not what some think
not against or over all
the still potential

the quiet blue pool
power is that and it is
not at all what's thought

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 07, 1999.

Thanks for the musings, Donna. Here's a morning hug for you (((Donna))).


What a long, long night.

I thought it would never end!

Now it's sleepy-time (-_-)


G'day mates ;-)

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 07, 1999.

Can I rant? (is that muffled assent from my kindred FRLians?)

I'm applying for a job as a CCW, child care worker, in a state licensed organization with 6 soft group homes. The population is kids 8-18, most in the family/juvenile court system, most/all removed from homes due to severe abuse. The process of just getting to the point of starting at a facility is so daunting and crazy-making, heavily regulated, and as it turns out, for a poor church mouse like me expensive. Let me 'splain. DMV printout-$5; TB test and basic health screening-$30.00; fingerprinting-$5-15, but since I'm in a hurry, it'll have to be $15. There's other rigamarole with zero cost in dollars but cost in running around burning gasoline. Hours and hours....So far, if I actually get to work there, I'll have to work 5-1/2 hours minimum just to break even. I do love capitalism, I do love capitalism, I do, I do, I do........I can do this!

Now, I know I'm whining...but I've been self-employed for at least six years, a musician,..."they" don't regulate us, but maybe "they" should.

Leads me to drift off pondering the consequences of the ever-increasing complexity upon human beings. Quick somebody write me a limmerick! :-)

Got Cheerleading?

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 07, 1999.

It is difficult
to get the news from poems,
yet men die miserably every day
for lack of what is found there.

William Carlos Williams

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 08, 1999.

Poor Donna has to jump a hoop

They make her do the loop-de-loop

To let her work,

(She doesn't shirk)

It's enough to make her spirits droop!


Sorry you had to wait so long, Donna. I don't check in very often when I'm working nights, and as we both know, just about everyone else has deserted us :-(

Moreover, I'm about to jump ship, too - at least for the weekend. It's Thanksgiving in Canada this weekend, and I'm expecting 20 to 30 people for dinner on Sunday. The house is a disaster zone and although I have a full pantry, somehow I don't think that beans and rice are what people will be expecting (this year), so I need to go get a turkey and some trimmings. If I'm back at all before Monday, it will be merely a brief peek in to wish everyone a blessed Thanksgiving. (So much to be thankful for this year - hope I can say the same again this time next year!)

I'm off to sleep well ;-) see y'all soon.

-- Tricia the Canuck (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 08, 1999.

Thanks, Tricia! It wasn't long at long, really.

You have a terrific Thanksgiving. ((((Tricia))))

--The loopy one in the sheet,...

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 08, 1999.

Ain't ya'll never heard of a double- agent???

Come on, ya knew it was me all along, didn't ya? I just about had that furry little reprobate eatin' outta my hand, too.

Squirrel King, my hind foot! Down here on the bayou he'd be Squirrel a' la King, I'll tell ya.

Anyway, after ya'll blew my cover, I'm layin' low, fer sure. I know my shack is staked out by the toothy little tyrant. I saw movement in the trees at first light this morning, and heard scratching on the tin roof.

I mean, I'm in real danger here. You DO know what squirrels store for the winter, don't ya?

Hunkered down, and keepin' one eye open, (and my knees together), Lon

P.S. - Trish, as my evel twin would say, "Thanksgiving in Canada!?? What could you possibly be thankful for up in that frozen wasteland? :)

-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), October 08, 1999.

Yes, time and tide do fragile beings bend,
Reversals, deaths, dark vagaries assail.
Yet, like or not, my griefs and joys still lend
Poignant flavor, the spice of win and fail.
Life-Seas'ning moments fill the canvas cloth
Of jaunty lifeboat, a dinghy 'mid the clouds.
Inside, cocooned, I'm a gourmet gypsy moth;
Swoop, feast, then back,...to flee the madding crowds.
Please notice not my fine avoidance tools,
Nor see the scars from flying through the thorns.
Instead, the wingy dress, this costumed fool.
See this Ephem'ral dance the orange morns.
No shrouded enigma, a glass I hold,
To mirror all sav'ry existence untold.

--She in the sheet with her fledgling sonnets,

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 08, 1999.

I just got an email from Hallyx with a URL home to a great essay/speech by Richard Reece. Since so many visionaries, poets, artists and musicians call FRL home away from home, I thought some might like to read what Richard has to say about subjects near and dear to us. Here's a quote:

"Stories are our software. Stories are the heart and soul of every culture. Stories define who we are, what we believe, and how we behave. Stories are our most important and powerful possessions.

Good stories produce cultures that live in balance with the Earth, and bad stories produce cultures like the one you see around you. Stories created our problems, but stories can be changed. Stories must be changed. Only the poets can save us now."


Only The Poets Can Save Us Now

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 08, 1999.

Donna, thanks for the site reference. When I read this :

"My only intention is to tickle your thinker. Trust nothing I say. Learn for yourself. Think for yourself."

I realized why Hallyx had thought of you :-)


Lon, so sorry that you've been uncovered. It seems to be a common problem on frl threads. From me leaving my gym stuff behind to GreyBear decloaking and Rob losing his really bright solid red socks, we seem to have a problem with clothes dropping here. Better clothes than names, I always say ;-) It may even have spread throughout the BB, there was that circus thread where Donna lost her sheet. I have some extra quilts if you need one. Which brings me to what I'm thankful for. Besides the obvious food, warmth and family, there's so much I don't know where to start. Maybe with the friends I've made here that lighten my heart just when I feel that Y2K is beyond my ability to cope. I'll think about it over the weekend and see if I can keep a poem in mind long enough to post it on Monday.

'Til then, Happy Thanksgiving all.

-- Tricia the Canuck (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 09, 1999.

A couple of my favorite quotations, in keeping with the notion of poets saving the world.

The purpose of art is to lay bare the questions which have been hidden by the answers. James Baldwin

"There are only two kinds of artists -- revolutionaries and plagiarists." Paul Gauguin

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 10, 1999.

BTW,...huzzars are in order. I completed almost all of my hoop-jumping and started my first observational/paid shift at one of the group homes. Got home a bit over an hour ago after an interesting 8 hours. I think I'll like it. Six teen girls...most endearing and challenging. I'll write you a poem, after I sleep a bit.

AND finally,...here's a book I'm recommending, relatively new. By Leonard Shlain. "Art and Physics: (some subtitle)" Fantastic. Here's a link to Shlain's web site with a synopsis of his book.

Art and Physics, Leonard Shlain


'Night all!

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 10, 1999.

Glad your day went well Donna! And you'll enjoy the extra fun*ding.


Happy Canuckian Thanksgiving Tricia. This may be an inappropriate question, but do you eat Turkey or stealth goose with fruitcake stuffing?

At any rate... make it wonderful!


-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), October 10, 1999.

Ooooh....fruitcake stuffing! I make Stuffing Surprise every year...something different, my kids shudder, picking through it with their forks like they were defusing a live bomb. Fruitcake,....hummmmm.....

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 10, 1999.

Ah, back at home and "hook'ed up" again....Yay! (Sound of one hand patting oneself on the back....)

-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), October 10, 1999.

Congratulations, Donna! A hug for strength : ((Donna))

Diane, always stealth with fruitcake stuffing - only problem is, we had regular stuffing, so we had turkey :-) Thanks for the well-wishing.

Robert, welcome back. Did you enjoy a successful trip? (How *does* one trip successfully?) It's nice to see your posts again. Your comment about the one handed back clap made me think of a comic I read recently. I'll see if I can find the url.

-- Tricia the Canuck (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 11, 1999.

I couldn't find the comic, I think it's gone outdated. It was a "Betty" comic where Betty and Alex were discussing day trading. Betty asks if it isn't dangerous. Alex says 'Of course, that's why you only use money you can afford to lose.' Betty stares off into space 'til Alex waves her hand by Betty's face. Betty says (something like), 'Sorry for the Zen moment. The sound of one hand clapping never did it for me, but money you can afford to lose...'

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 11, 1999.

Robert, welcome back! Thanks, T. Hey, gang how about that new singing sensation, Dieter and the Hot Sheets!? A new job and a great new gig all in one week. More goodness than a woman can handle.

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 11, 1999.

A blankish verse inspired by no one here

"Well, obviously those anti-establishment types
can't hack it in the Real World."
So amazing, so hard. Can't hack?
Nay, refuse your Real World, little girl,and choose mine.
So amazing, so hard, the mix of philosophies in the head.
Is Resistance possessing the secret of joy,
or is it the River, the Flow instead?
"Well, obviously those anti-establishment types
can't hack it in the Real World,"
you said.
So staggering,... the minds like Mother's, godloveher,...
so narrow both eyes can see
through the keyhole of their cells at the same time, little girl.
So amazing, so hard.
I would love to argue, but would rather dance.
"Well, obviously those anti-establishment types
can't hack it in the Real World," your sanity-saving refrain.
And of course you don't know I have, and could again pretend it like a pro;
I could pass, (wink, wink)
but choose not to in order to save my soul.
Your Real World, little girl,...
so amazing, so hard,....is devoid of sustenance.
Please keep it.

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 11, 1999.

As promised (threatened), a Thanksgiving poem :


For Carla's smile and Shadow's purr,

For Pierra's sounds and Cici's fur,

For Jeff's patience and Miriams joy,

For watching Kaos with his toy,

I'm thankful.


For cyber friends I'll name a few,

Rob, Gayla, Robert, Chris and you,

For threads that make me laugh or cry,

Remind me to prepare, and why

I'm thankful.

For all the beauty in my life,

For in-law relations without strife,

For autumn colours and the hope of spring,

For food to eat and songs to sing,

I'm thankful.


For a brain that thinks and feet that walk,

For ears that hear and friends who talk,

For money both to use and give,

For peace and kindness and a life to live

I'm thankful.


For God who loves me, so I believe,

When I laugh and when I grieve,

Who sent His son to show the way

To draw me near to Him each day

I'm thankful.


-- Tricia the Canuck (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 11, 1999.

Wonderful poems. ThanksGiving :-) Nice to be able to rest in our Fruitcake Home *sigh of contented pleasure and relief*

-- Ashton & Leska in Cascadia (allaha@earthlink.net), October 11, 1999.

Thank you Tricia. Counting blessings here too. And my addition to the poets' table:

Teach Your Children. Well?

From the mythic and now: When folks say,
"You're insane. Will you please go away?
You're a jerk, what is more,
An unbearable bore.
Now vamoose! Oh, but have a nice day;"

Think Cassandra. She heard much the same
As Greek cities went poof. What a dame!
She was cursed. She was blessed,
And could see the whole mess
Long before the big Trojan endgame.

Does it matter if anyone hears?
Mother Culture keeps deafening the ears
Of the wise ones and dulls.
Poets dance in the lulls
Of Uncertainty's musical years.

'Cos it's not just computers and code;
Multi-crit-biorhythm-Earth mode,
Unseen legacies gleaned,
A dense forest, linked trees
What a ride on our sinkhole-pocked road.

Take the River of Vision that's been
Singing loud a sweet song of win-win.
Ignore all invective.
Embrace new perspective.
Grab a helmet, take heart, and strap in!

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 11, 1999.

Donna, thanks for your poems. I should have included them specifically in my thanksgiving, but if I wrote everything I'm grateful for, I'd make this thread longer than the first Fruitcake one.

Ashton and Leska, does settling in to Fruitcake home mean that you will *not* be going back to the 'no computer zone'? It's sure nice to see your posts on a regular basis again!

Has anyone heard when Gayla, Rob or Chris plan to be back, too? I miss them. Sure hope they're enjoying their time off.

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 11, 1999.

I miss them too! :-( Tricia, I understand...about the long list. Gratitude is where you find it.

--She in the sheet, upon her hilltop singing,... "When I'm weary and I can't sleep, I count my blessings instead of sheep, and I fall asleep counting my blessings."

-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), October 11, 1999.

This is a really wonderful thread, and I am having trouble expressing in my own words why I feel that way, however there is always a quote. ;-)

I know that today just as any time in the past, every true poem or painting, every true measure of music is paid for with life, with suffering & with blood.

- Hermann Hesse

Don't stop living FRLians, too few ever truly live.

-- Deborah (infowars@yahoo.com), October 11, 1999.

Well, this thread seems to have taken a turn for the verse. So, before I forget, I hope you enjoy this little ditty.

Y2K Sonnet

Though time, whose majesty holds us in thrall,

Progresses like an arrow. Understood,

By those who are aware. And, though we brood,

It draws the margins of each life. And all

Who seek to live their lives must yet recall

The past, yet live the present --- as we should.

The future's just a veil of smoke, a pall.

In fact, it could be anybody's call.

Remember this for future history:

Though merely mortal sense is rarely keen,

It mocks the wit of literal machine

In sensing linearity of years.

Confusion which reduces us to tears.

It doesn't even know the century.

-- Hallyx (Hallyx@aol.com), October 12, 1999.

Oh, God, I need a drink.

Pollies are thick as flies today.

You can't wish them away.

-- lisa (lisa@work.now), October 12, 1999.

Hallyx! Welcome back :-) Awesome verse, y'all. Hi Lisa. Anybody know what's happened to HardLiner? Sure miss him. Not on any thread we can find :_( And somebody posted that E Coli had just posted, but we can't find that anywhere. And where's our Chieftain? The beavers haven't knapped him in the dam, have they? Not yet anyway?

-- Ashton & Leska in Cascadia (allaha@earthlink.net), October 12, 1999.

Hi, Hallyx, nice to see you here again.

Ashton and Leska, Rob said he was taking some time off, no reason given. Maybe he's still cleaning up from Floyd? As for E., there have indeed been sightings lately, but I've forgotten on which thread.

I'm bagged. See y'all later.

-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), October 12, 1999.

Lisa, I meant to welcome you to the asylum, but like I said, I'm bagged. This thread is also known as the doomer refuge - either polly's have no interest in it, or the sysops exercise their "dele" rights a little more vigourously or both. Come again sometime, poetry optional, sense of humour required.

-- T hte C (t_c@hotmail.com), October 12, 1999.

FRLian Chef Rob here, reporting for duty!

To maintain the high degree of creditable poetry in its current state, or city, or town, or village, and also since this thread is getting a bit long now, the First Order of Official FRLian business is starting FRL #10

See you there!

Your fearless leader, Rob Michaels

-- (sonofdust@im.back), October 12, 1999.

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