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BS: The Mother of all BS threads

Amos 13 May 04 - 11:16 AM
Rustic Rebel 13 May 04 - 01:01 AM
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Acme 12 May 04 - 08:12 PM
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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 13 May 04 - 11:16 AM

You are nude, Rustic Rebel, and the whiskey you drink
Has fired your brain in new patterns
Yet your style and your grace, and the way that you think
Proves clearly you are not a slattern!

You are nude, Rustic Rebel, and ask about plaid
And tipple GLen Livet anon
But Laureate still, with out hindrance or let,
Full clothed in the style you have on!

God bless, Rustic Rebel, the majestic touch
You add to this Magical Forum
Is always enough, and never too much
To transcend all the rules of decorum!!

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rustic Rebel
Date: 13 May 04 - 01:01 AM

P.S.S.- I am naked and drinking whiskey. That doesn't change whatever I just previously said.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rustic Rebel
Date: 13 May 04 - 12:58 AM

My head has been fed,
enough bullshit to say....
I think everyone posting
has...
a brilliant perspective on any theory that pertains to a logical experience in the nature of recieving or distributing a proper amount of bullshit to continue to keep the momentem of the life experience of the fred like, bubbu-bubba like, thing, moving toward a cultural MoaB existance, growing.


Huh?

Ps.Rustic Poet Lariat, not to be confused with a rope.


Tweed, Do you wear plaid when you play your accordian? I believe this could be a special, special effect, but what the hell do I know about accordian players anyway.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 12 May 04 - 10:16 PM

Jouski lat, Pader Guillan, fliski norf dict
Et jous neffra blatant gil mor sinsakut
Pordiska joust nefer flima a kesrot
Preski, ken manjii cill yat?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 12 May 04 - 08:12 PM

Here's another parody of the same poems. I posted it not to long ago on a different thread where the same thing was discussed:


    "You are old, Robert Dole," said a charming young lad,
    "And by rights you should fade from attention;
    "Yet I see you on TV most nights of the week--
    "How do you stay so famous? pray mention!"

    "In my youth," said the Senator, cracking a grin,
    "I thought deep on political virtues;
    "But that's dull. Those tax-policy meetings wore thin--
    "It's more fun to just make commercials."

    "You're old," said the boy," and it seems quite a reach
    "To imagine you waxing gymnastic;
    "Yet you turned a back somersault there on the beach--
    "What led you to motions so drastic?"

    "In my youth," said Bob Dole, "I drank nothing but Coke,
    "Which rendered my limbs quite inert;
    "But now I drink Pepsi, I prance and I joke,
    "Play hopscotch, blow bubbles, and flirt."

    "You are old, Father Bob, one would scarcely suppose
    "That your dong was as potent as ever;
    "Yet you have fine erections, as everyone knows--
    "What made you so awfully clever?"

    "In my youth," said old Robert, "I ran with the girls,
    "And exhausted my membrum virile;
    "But now, with the help of these versatile pills,
    "There's nothing as firm as my willie."

    "You are old, Father Robert," the young man said,
    "Like Carter, or Ford, or Bush Senior.
    "Unlike them, you shill for considerable bread--
    "Do you think, sir, that you are a wiener?"

    "I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
    Said Bob Dole, "you're a regular baiter.
    "I've endorsements to do. I've no time for such stuff.
    "You want purity? Interview Nader."

    ------------From someone in the UTA English Department


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 12 May 04 - 03:41 PM

I have to say I find the parody much more serviceable than the original!! But I am grateful for the edification!

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 12 May 04 - 03:36 PM

Lewis Carroll wrote a parody of the Robert Southey poem Rapaire posted. Here's a nice presentation from an online library site:


"Repeat `You are old, Father William,'" said the Caterpillar.

Alice folded her hands, and began: --


    You are old, father William

    "You are old, father William," the young man said,
    "And your hair has become very white;
    And yet you incessantly stand on your head
    Do you think, at your age, it is right?

    "In my youth," father William replied to his son,
    "I feared it might injure the brain;
    But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
    Why, I do it again and again."

    "You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,
    And you have grown most uncommonly fat;
    Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door
    Pray what is the reason for that?"

    "In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
    "I kept all my limbs very supple
    By the use of this ointment one shilling a box
    Allow me to sell you a couple?"

    "You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak
    For anything tougher than suet;
    Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak
    Pray, how did you manage to do it?"

    "In my youth," said his fater, "I took to the law,
    And argued each case with my wife;
    And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
    Has lasted the rest of my life."

    "You are old," said the youth, "one would hardly suppose
    That your eye was as steady as ever;
    Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose
    What made you so awfully clever?"

    "I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
    Said his father. "Don't give yourself airs!
    Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
    Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs.


"That is not said right," said the Caterpillar.

   "Not quite right, I'm afraid," said Alice timidly; "some of the words have got altered."

   "It is wrong from beginning to end," said the Caterpillar decidedly, and there was silence for some minutes.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,MMario
Date: 12 May 04 - 02:31 PM

As I was going down the stair
I saw a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
Oh how I wish he'd go away.


Ladles and Jellyspoons
I stand before to stand in back of you
and tell you something of which I know nothing about!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 12 May 04 - 02:16 PM

The Old Man's Complaints. And how he gained them

             You are old, Father William, the young man cried,
                  The few locks which are left you are grey;
             You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man,
                  Now tell me the reason I pray.

             In the days of my youth, Father William replied,
                  I remember'd that youth would fly fast,
             And abused not my health and my vigour at first
                  That I never might need them at last.

             You are old, Father William, the young man cried,
                And pleasures with youth pass away,
            And yet you lament not the days that are gone,
                Now tell me the reason I pray.

            In the days of my youth, Father William replied,
                I remember'd that youth could not last;
            I thought of the future whatever I did,
                That I never might grieve for the past.

            You are old, Father William, the young man cried,
                And life must be hastening away;
            You are chearful, and love to converse upon death!
                Now tell me the reason I pray.

            I am chearful, young man, Father William replied,
                Let the cause thy attention engage;
            In the days of my youth I remember'd my God!
                And He hath not forgotten my age.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 12 May 04 - 11:57 AM

I thnk I know how ya feel, SRS. :>)

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 12 May 04 - 11:11 AM

THE WHITE KNIGHT'S TALE
From "Through the Looking-Glass"

"I'll tell thee everything I can :
---There's little to relate.
I saw an aged, aged man,
---A-sitting on a gate.
'Who are you, aged man ?' I said.
---'And how is it you live ?'
And his answer trickled through my head,
---Like water through a sieve.

"He said, 'I look for butterflies
---That sleep among the wheat:
I make them into mutton-pies,
---And sell them in the street.
I sell them unto men,' he said,
---'Who sail on stormy seas;
And that's the way I get my bread—
---A trifle, if you please.

"But I was thinking of a plan
---To dye one's whiskers green,
And always use so large a fan
---That they could not be seen.
So, having no reply to give
---To what the old man said,
I cried, 'Come, tell me how you live!'
---And thumped him on the head.

"He said, 'I hunt for haddocks' eyes
---Among the heather bright,
And work them into waistcoat-buttons
---In the silent night.
And these I do not sell for gold
---Or coin of silvery shine,
But for a copper halfpenny,
---And that will purchase nine.'

"I heard him then, for I had just
---Completed my design
To keep the Menai bridge from rust
---By boiling it in wine.
I thanked him much for telling me
---The way he got his wealth,
But chiefly for his wish that he
---Might drink my noble health.

"And now, if e'er by chance I put
---My fingers into glue,
Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot
---Into a left-hand shoe,
Or if I drop upon my toe
---A very heavy weight,
I weep for it reminds me so
Of that old man I used to know--

Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow,
Whose hair was whiter than the snow,
Whose face was very like a crow,
With eyes, like cinders, all aglow,
Who seemed distracted with his woe,
Who rocked his body to and fro,
And muttered mumblingly and low,
As if his mouth were full of dough,
Who snorted like a buffalo-
That summer evening long ago,
---A-sitting on a gate."

------------------------LEWIS CARROLL


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,censor
Date: 12 May 04 - 09:23 AM

there will be

NO outcropping



in a public forum!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: freda underhill
Date: 12 May 04 - 09:18 AM

..maybe Google is MOABS, and we are just one of her many little outcrops..


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 12 May 04 - 09:13 AM

Wow, thet thar Googul is purdy smart!

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: freda underhill
Date: 12 May 04 - 08:23 AM

I found this above when I entered "incomprehensible mystic poetry" into google.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: freda underhill
Date: 12 May 04 - 05:17 AM

Supernal Triad, Deity above all essence, knowledge and goodness; Guide of Christians to Divine Wisdom; direct our path to the ultimate summit of your mystical knowledge, most incomprehensible, most luminous and most exalted, where the pure, absolute and immutable mysteries of theology are veiled in the dazzling obscurity of the secret Silence, outshining all brilliance with the intensity of their Darkness, and surcharging our blinded intellects with the utterly impalpable and invisible fairness of glories surpassing all beauty.

Let this be my prayer; but do, dear Timothy, in the diligent exercise of mystical contemplation, leave behind the senses and the operations of the intellect, and all things sensible and intellectual, and all things in the world of being and nonbeing, that you may arise by unknowing towards the union, as far as is attainable, with it that transcends all being and all knowledge. For by the unceasing and absolute renunciation of yourself and of all things you may be borne on high, through pure and entire self-abnegation, into the superessential Radiance of the Divine Darkness.(

But these things are not to be disclosed to the uninitiated, by whom I mean those attached to the objects of human thought, and who believe there is no superessential Reality beyond, and who imagine that by their own understanding they know it that has made Darkness Its secret place. And if the principles of the divine Mysteries are beyond the understanding of these, what is to be said of others still more incapable thereof, who describe the transcendental First Cause of all by characteristics drawn from the lowest order of beings, while they deny that it is in any way above the images which they fashion after various designs; whereas they should affirm that, while it possesses all the positive attributes of the universe (being the Universal Cause) yet, in a more strict sense, it does not possess them, since it transcends them all; wherefore there is no contradiction between the affirmations and the negations, inasmuch as it infinitely precedes all conceptions of deprivation, being beyond all positive and negative distinctions.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Tweed
Date: 11 May 04 - 11:05 PM

Glory glory glory....the Holy Ghost habv come unto the Mother obv All Babble and they waz caused to speak in tongues and pick up Yog-Sothoth wiff no fear and no harm done unto them.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 11 May 04 - 03:35 PM

...amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin, monotonous whine of accursed flutes; to which detestable pounding and piping...

I've been to sessions just like that! Some even had accursed accordions and bedamned bodhrans!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 11 May 04 - 01:36 PM

"...that last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the centre of all infinity—the boundless daemon-sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin, monotonous whine of accursed flutes; to which detestable pounding and piping dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic ultimate gods, the blind, voiceless, tenebrous, mindless Other Gods whose soul and messenger is the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep."

Rapaire is circling the innermost depth of Lovecraftian horrors, tempting fate to draw him into the endless, terrifying vortex of drainwater...

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 11 May 04 - 12:29 PM

The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them, They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen. Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They have trod earth's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread. By Their smell can men somtimes know them near, but of Their semblance can no man know, saving only in the features of those They have begotten on mankind; and of those are there many sorts, differing in likeness from man's truest eidolon to that shape without sight or substance which is Them. They walk unseen and foul in lonely places where the Words have been spoken and the Rites howled through at their Seasons. The wind gibbers with Their voices, and the earth mutters with Their consciousness. They bend the forest and crush the city, yet may not forest or city behold the hand that smites. Kadath in the cold waste hath known Them, and what man knows Kadath? The ice desert of the South and the sunken isles of Ocean hold stones where Their seal is engraven, but who hath seen the deep frozen city or the sealed tower long garlanded with seaweed and barnacles? Great Cthulhu is Their cousin, yet can he spy Them only dimly. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! As a foulness shall ye know Them. Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not; and Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold. Yog-Sothoth is the key to the gate, whereby the spheres meet. Man rules now where They ruled once; They shall soon rule where man rules now. After summer is winter, and after winter summer. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They reign again.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 11 May 04 - 12:15 PM

Flo was fond of Ebenezer,
"Eb" for short she called her beau --
Talk of the tides of love, Great Caesar!
You should have seen them, Eb and Flo.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: JennyO
Date: 11 May 04 - 11:50 AM

Guess what freda - according to this language guesser your brother's made up language is Swahili!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: CarolC
Date: 11 May 04 - 11:04 AM

Aaakkkkk!!!!

Freda's brother is a Klingon!!!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: freda underhill
Date: 11 May 04 - 10:10 AM

my brother used to sometimes speak in his own made up language when he was a kid - and those words I posted were his! (he's lecturing in linguistics now!)

freda


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rustic Rebel
Date: 11 May 04 - 01:09 AM

i love
though, if my brother amos would not have left a space for me
i fear
i would have evaporated into the fog.
i love
you, my brother amos.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: CarolC
Date: 11 May 04 - 12:34 AM

I think it's Klingon. Those Klingons have spread from Atlanta all the way to Texas and Idaho, and they're putting implants in people's brains!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 10 May 04 - 11:39 PM

Lo, Stilly River, Rustic Rebel, Wiizy Wigg and Ebb and Elle
Rasters blazing, carving cyber-egos from the flames of hell
Snatters fratting, maters frazzing, cringing in the purling dawn
Lasers carving brilliant answers
'Til the questioning is gone.

Hawk, Rapaire and Tweed and Gollum
Gargoyle, Leej, ole Bill and Spaw
Khandu calling, mandate falling,
Crumbling the word of law
In the time when none's the answer,
Bambi's mother tells the fawn
In the ancient, changeless song,
And the thread goes on forever,
'Til the questioning is gone!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 10 May 04 - 11:01 PM

Usually if you stick a word or two from another language into Google it will come up with pages in that language with that word. Nada with this stuff.

I like this kind of jabberwock better:

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
--Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
--And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
--The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
--The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
--Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
--And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
--The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
--And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
--The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
--He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
--Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
--He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
--Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
--And the mome raths outgrabe.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 10 May 04 - 10:51 PM

No, neither Portuguese nor Esperantop, but some other constructed synthetic.

You gonna come clean? Or do I have to get Freda to have all your posts translated into Maori and sent to you?

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 10 May 04 - 10:50 PM

Gamimos, amecii! Voldaro dentiti nulino. Upsis nuno Little Hawk, aquico Amos, aquico Khandu -- vulturos Rostinto, shashiwata nulino. Tak, taki, nonqua pudens. Aquico Tweed, Carol C., SRS, yet aliosi. "Accordion" nuno musicacal, med sosistris. Rapaire hunc dijit!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: freda underhill
Date: 10 May 04 - 07:52 PM

twaut a mati kuta si - kombali bali?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 10 May 04 - 07:50 PM

Portuguese, I think....


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: CarolC
Date: 10 May 04 - 07:15 PM

Is that Esperanto?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 10 May 04 - 07:07 PM

Wiashta! Nyong flant MOAB shishatsa wen. Pornique de las teatnas patporbus Amos ent Little Hawk? Prevacsi, mys amisi! duit pacen faceita, non?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: CarolC
Date: 10 May 04 - 12:41 PM

I love the Babelfish translator. It's one of my favorite toys.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,William Shatner
Date: 10 May 04 - 12:36 PM

3100 Big Ones! Beam me up, Scotty.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,h
Date: 10 May 04 - 12:35 PM

Time for...


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,Blind DRunk in Blind River
Date: 10 May 04 - 12:35 PM

Time for a beer!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,Noddy
Date: 10 May 04 - 12:34 PM

What time is it?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 10 May 04 - 12:33 PM

Yes, it's odd. I think you need a name change.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 10 May 04 - 12:26 PM

You will notice, Young Hawk, that every time you put insults about me into the translator, for reasons I cannot fathom it instructs you to think of me as "Masters".

Take a hint, there, why doncha???


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: JennyO
Date: 10 May 04 - 12:26 PM

My spider thinks, therefore I am. How very Zen!

But if a tree falls in the forest and kills my spider, do I cease to exist?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,MMario
Date: 10 May 04 - 12:22 PM

I am not possible without my spider thinking

I have always suspected that something of this sort underlies LH's basic philosophy.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: JennyO
Date: 10 May 04 - 12:22 PM

Masters are cavron deceived. He imagines that he is very wise, but in truth he has the mentality of a hysterical duck. I ask myself when it comes to his senses? When it will make that Mr. Shatner is the only adjustment of the man to lead our glorious civilization ahead? When it will stop being against of the inevitable one? Who can say? God, I LOVE the sound of that! Joust like General Santana!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 10 May 04 - 12:18 PM

Amos es un cavron engañada. Él se imagina que él es muy sabio, pero en verdad él tiene la mentalidad de un pato hysterical. ¿Me pregunto cuando él vendrá a sus sentidos? ¿Cuándo él realizará que Sr. Shatner es el único ajuste del hombre para conducir nuestra civilización gloriosa adelante? ¿Cuándo él parará el oponerse del inevitable? ¿Quién puede decir?

God, I LOVE the sound of that! Just-a like el General Santana!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: JennyO
Date: 10 May 04 - 12:14 PM

I thought I might put it through the translator a few more times - French, German, Dutch etc, and finished up with this:

Where c'est mine spider? I am not possible without my spider thinking! The masters are that, of esta' ; Person in a responsible manner of it. He must pay!

Maybe that's what he meant?????????????

Jenny, with way too much time on her hands.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 10 May 04 - 12:14 PM

I submit for reflection that a man who must needs have a spider to think, is not a thinking man. LH, your spider was called away on an important business trip, and will be returned to you aso soon as it is finished. Do not worry, young Hawk, your spider has not forgotten you.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 10 May 04 - 12:13 PM

Signet's Spanish-English (and vice versa) Dictionary says it also means "chandelier." I think it makes more sense that way. Unless he meant the skillet-like cooking utensil. But then he might have used "sarten" (with the accent agut over the 'e').


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 10 May 04 - 12:10 PM

Very close! You should work for Babelfish. Here is what I said:

"Where is my spider? I cannot think without my spider! Amos is the one responsible for this. He must pay!"


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: JennyO
Date: 10 May 04 - 12:01 PM

I got that translation too, Carol.

I think it is more likely to be "Where it is my spider? I cannot think without my spider! Amos is the one responsible for this. He must pay!"

Ah, but what does it MEAN?


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