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BS: The Mother of all BS threads

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MMario 18 Apr 06 - 08:56 AM
Amos 18 Apr 06 - 09:36 AM
Rapparee 18 Apr 06 - 10:57 AM
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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 18 Apr 06 - 12:15 AM

I hope Rap and Amos are up and paying attention. It's time for us mid-westerners to quit playing on the computer and head to bed.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 18 Apr 06 - 12:18 AM

Here's Coleridge, with his special Mudcat poem, calling all ladies with dulcimers!



In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man

Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round :
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover !
A savage place ! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover !
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced :
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail :
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean :
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war !


The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves ;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.

It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice !
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw :
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,

That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome!
those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 18 Apr 06 - 12:20 AM

One of the first songs I learned to sing (gotta do something to put this number over. . .)

My father was the keeper of the Eddystone light
And he slept with a mermaid one fine night
Out of this union there came three
A porpoise and a porgy and the other was me!
Yo ho ho, the wind blows free,
Oh for the life on the rolling sea!

One night, as I was a-trimming the glim
Singing a verse from the evening hymn
I head a voice cry out an "Ahoy!"
And there was my mother, sitting on a buoy.
Yo ho ho, the wind blows free,
Oh for the life on the rolling sea!

"Oh, what has become of my children three?"
My mother then inquired of me.
One's on exhibit as a talking fish
The other was served in a chafing dish.
Yo ho ho, the wind blows free,
Oh for the life on the rolling sea!

Then the phosphorus flashed in her seaweed hair.
I looked again, and my mother wasn't there
But her voice came angrily out of the night
"To Hell with the keeper of the Eddystone Light!"
Yo ho ho, the wind blows free,
Oh for the life on the rolling sea!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 18 Apr 06 - 12:23 AM

The Mermaid

(I do believe this version has been "cleaned up.")

One Friday morn when we set sail
And our ship not far from land,
We there did espy a fair pretty maid,
With a comb and a glass in her hand, her hand, her hand,
With a comb and a glass in her hand.

Chorus:
While the raging seas did roar,
And the stormy winds did blow,
And we jolly sailor boys were up, up aloft,
And the land lubbers lying down below, below, below.

Then up spoke the captian of our gallant ship,
Who at once did our peril see,
I have married a wife in fair London town,
And this night she a widow will be, will be, will be,
And this night she a widow will be.'

And then up spoke the little cabin boy,
And a fair hair'd boy was he;
'I've a father and mother in fair Portsmouth town,
And this night they will weep for me, for me, for me,
And this night they will weep for me.'

Then three times round went our gallant ship.
And three times round went she;
For the want of a lifeboat the both went down,
As she sunk to the bottom of the sea, the sea, the sea,
As she sunk to the bottom of the sea.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 18 Apr 06 - 12:23 AM

MOM!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 18 Apr 06 - 12:26 AM

Je vais au lit maintenant. Vous avez eu une brève histoire d'une partie de repertoir tôt de chanson de marins de la mer de mon père. Le nombre raccommodé est derrière nous et la maman peut cesser de ronger ce Rapaire ou les AMOS va faire quelque chose de idiot comme le battement vers le haut du flamenco Ted derrière la dépendance.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 18 Apr 06 - 08:54 AM

It should be advertised in Boston, New York, and Buffalo:
'Twas just one brave woman made twelve thousand postings go!

Chorus:

Singing post twelve kay in the morning,
Post twelve kay, heigh-ho!
Clear away Flamenco Ted,
And blow, girls, blow!

They tell you of these other threads a-runnin' in and out,
And say they'll make five hundred thou before they're six months
out.

But when you are below the line, the winds of change do blow;
And damned few threads will then survive 'cause the postings they get slow.

There's Stilly on the quarterdeck a-squintin' at the marks,
And Gluon up aloft above a-lookin' for some quarks.

Then lower down the boats, my girls, and after them we'll travel,
But if you get too near out tails, we'll kick you to the Devil.

When we get home, our voyage done, a hundred thousand posts made fast,
A brimming glass around we'll pass around, and toast our MOAB lass.


                         --Coughman and Heart, 1856


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: MMario
Date: 18 Apr 06 - 08:56 AM

so good to see such classic posts.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 18 Apr 06 - 09:36 AM

Well they busted up the dining room, to make that boiler burn,
They threw in passengers walking sticks, and Grandma's funeral urn,
They tore up every book on board, not just the ones wuz banned,
To make the boiler hotter still, and reach the ole Twelve Grand.

It was straining everybody's brain, and everybody's heart,
And the passengers cried out in fear, "Oh, why'd we ever start?"
They could not face the haunted looks, on the old an' tired hands,
Who staggered on into the night, all bound to make Twelve Grand.

They threw in everything they had! Ole poems from other folks!
Translations out of Babel Fish, and Donnie Osbourne jokes!
They threw in the Old Testament, and the Brotherhood of Man;
They swore they'd burn the train itself, if they could make Twelve Grand.

And when the morning sun came up, bright in the azure sky,
Where cows and chickens all lay flat,
From the wind of her passing by,
There's a smudge of smoke, out over the hill,
Yon toward the Promised Land.
And the MOAB crew take their rest at last,
For they got her past Twelve Grand.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 18 Apr 06 - 10:57 AM

Yea, we have walked through the Valley of Twelve,
For we are the meanest bastards in the Valley!


(to paraphrase an old Vietnam saying....)


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 18 Apr 06 - 11:44 AM

You're lucky I could do it at all - we hit 100 yesterday, rather early in the season, and it seems TXU electric was a bit stretched so they conducted rolling blackouts in the region. I had to reset all of the clocks a couple of times.

It's supposed to hit 101 today. I have the wading pool set up in the back for the dogs (the pitbull knows the drill, she's in and out of it all day, but the catahoula is shy about the water still. I think she'll catch on, though).

Good stuff, Rap and Amos.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 18 Apr 06 - 02:03 PM

I've finished the work I can do here at the house and now I will go drive through the shimmering heat to the university where we may experience a rolling blackout during a 2pm library staff meeting that is particularly special: we are adjourning to the new Planetarium they built over the last couple of years. It's now the largest in Texas, and this afternoon, it may be the darkest. :)


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 18 Apr 06 - 02:44 PM

Won't you at least have Lone Star light? Or am I thinking of Lone Star Lite?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 18 Apr 06 - 07:03 PM

It's not wise to loan starlight.

The interest accumulates at a ruinous rate of .087cx10^-32, I believe, if you include Zack's Constant.

Much better to just give it away, since it refreshes itself as the inverse of the radius cubed.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 18 Apr 06 - 10:54 PM

I cubed a radius once. Put it in a salad and it kinda perked the thing up. A Daikon radius is nice in Asian cooking.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 19 Apr 06 - 12:20 AM

We had trouble with cats peeing in the garden last time I tried to grow them. But I bet Gluon could solve that problem in a hurry for me. (I could sell the darned felines as roast meat on a stick after Gluon finished with them).


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: MMario
Date: 19 Apr 06 - 09:28 AM

If you grow radii you do have to make sure that no one sneaks over your garden wall and steals them for their pregnant wife - because then tradition insists you take their newborn and lock her in a tower without any doors. a major pain.

and now for some food content. We had this over Easter weekend.

Bacon Wrapped Radichio with gorgonzola brulee:

sweat bacon strips until they just begin to colour, but are nowhere near crisp. reserve. Cut two heads of radichio in half pole to pole, and saute cut face down in the bacon grease until the cut faces begin to color up. cool. cut in half again. Any leaves that fall or break off the outside can be bundled together to form additional pieces. (I ended up with ten bundles from 8 quarter heads)

Wrap bacon firmly around radichio. Put in a baking pan and bake at 350 until the bacon begins to crisp. slice gorgonzola and lay on each bcon bundle. broil or bake until cheese melts.

serve - enjoy.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 19 Apr 06 - 10:36 AM

Wow. I have a recipe from Martha Stewart Living that has herbs and olive oil and radicchio pressed into the top of a yeast flat bread dough and baked. I've never eaten it, but these recipes sound wonderful. What does radicchio taste like?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: MMario
Date: 19 Apr 06 - 10:53 AM

It's a slightly bitter "green" (though it's a red "green") - but caramelizes a bit with the cooking so has almost a sweet/bitter flavour - hard to describe. we stole the recipe from a 'Top Chef' episode.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,Gluon
Date: 19 Apr 06 - 12:23 PM

Quark!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: MMario
Date: 19 Apr 06 - 12:27 PM

he's forever quarking rainbows!
Rainbows quarking through the air


It must be mating time for Duck-dogs. Anyone seen Boson?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,Amos
Date: 19 Apr 06 - 01:45 PM

Classic example of red-shift phase-locking.



A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: MMario
Date: 19 Apr 06 - 03:58 PM

there's no place like MOAB
there's no place like MOAB
there's no place like MOAB
there's no place like MOAB
there's no place like MOAB
there's no place like MOAB


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 19 Apr 06 - 04:01 PM

There's no plaice like MOAB for the Hollandaise,
No matter how far away you roam,
When you long for the sunshine of a friendly glaze,
For the Hollandaise you can't beat Mom, Sweet Mom.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 19 Apr 06 - 07:49 PM

Rapaire reveals the truth
For all the world to see,
'Tis plainly shown in sooth,
A saucy varlet he.
And should he sauce too much,
And cause a grave-y frown,
Lettuce be kind, and grate, and give
Only a dressing down.

Poems On Naughty Children
Rudyard Snickerson,
Garden City, Long Island, 1966


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 19 Apr 06 - 08:25 PM

12021

Another palindromic post bites the dust.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 19 Apr 06 - 10:43 PM

I get 120two two tutu.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 19 Apr 06 - 11:20 PM

Last night I went to fencing. Tonight I went to the model railroad club. And tomorrow night...I will go shopping with my wife. BUT on Friday! on Friday I'm going to hear Natalie McMasters down in SLC. And on Saturday night I'm going to hear N McM again. And on Sunday I'm sending my wife off to DC and a week later to Blighty. I, on the other hand, will be at work.

Until May 10, when I fly to St. Louie. And on the 16th I will return to SLC at 8:05 p.m., pick up Pat and her parents at the SLC train station at 11:33 p.m., and drive them back to Pocatello on the 17th and they'll be here for a couple of weeks. Pat trains back to Chicago with them, and then goes on to Columbus, OH for a quilt show, back to Valparaiso, IN for another quilt show, and then she flies back to SLC and the spends the next two months in recovery.

But I will be working...working...working.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 19 Apr 06 - 11:37 PM

The world was a map of highways,
And routes across the skies,
And places to go and things to see,
For those who but had eyes
And some traveled far, and some farther still,
To hear, and enjoy and look!
But the Library Man kept working,
Working, working!
The library man kept working
Behind his piles of books.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 20 Apr 06 - 09:13 AM

Today I will report to the local library consortium the status of the plans to move seven (7) servers from the public library in Idaho Falls fifty miles south to my place during the first week of May (this is not my idea, but IF, where the servers have been for 25 years, has pulled out of the consortium). Tomorrow morn I will present a program entitled something like "The economic value of libraries to a community" at the regional meeting of the Idaho Library Association.

The servers that are being moved are about three years old -- we haven't been using the same servers for a quarter century.

The first was not my idea, but it was either house the consortium servers or buy my own and house them. And it was either the second or be the announcer for the "fashion show" at lunch (or face The Wrath of My Staff).

I hope to get up the to Olympic Pennisula later this Summer, if all goes well. If all doesn't go well I'll simply run screaming through the streets of town.

Oh, dang...still got those two articles to write, and they want more than the words "a" and "the".


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 20 Apr 06 - 10:20 AM

Rapaire, libraries aren't what they used to be. I spend as much time promoting events and designing web pages and putting out various Internet related fires as I do simply sitting and writing about library stuff like books and where we're moving them to store the ones that aren't used so much any more but we still want to keep.

I think "25-year-old" and "servers" together are an oxymoron. There weren't servers 25 years ago. There wasn't an Internet 25 years ago. Twenty-five years ago I was 26 and hadn't a thought of owning anything more than my Olivetti portable typewriter.

There were Quarks, but we just didn't know about them. That's different.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: MMario
Date: 20 Apr 06 - 10:36 AM

I was at a restauraunt recently and I am pretty sure the server was older then 25. Possibly older then god. He had two speeds, full sop and reverse. I'm not sure if he is on the internet or not - never got a chance to ask him.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 20 Apr 06 - 11:21 AM

The Internet was created about 1969 as a project for ARPA and was called the ARPAnet; contrary to popular opinion it was NOT intended to allow the US military to communicate in a nuclear war, but the maximize the use of expensive computers. The World Wide Web, which is part of the Internt was invented about 1990 (about the same time I was told to be a System Administrator).

You had a server with a speed of "full sop"??? I did a full sop once and woke up with a terrific hangover, a wrecked car, a black eye, and other Things To Numerous To Mention.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: MMario
Date: 20 Apr 06 - 11:25 AM

always prufred. "full stop" was meant, but then again,

Maybe he was a busboy - someone has to wipe up the tables.


and even before 1969 there were networked computers - thus there were "servers" - even though local servers.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 20 Apr 06 - 11:51 AM

"Full sop" is the work mode a busboy is called into when a customer overturns a full beer onto the table.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 20 Apr 06 - 12:13 PM

The buspeople up at the Legion Hovel don't wipe up spilled beer. Well, they do, with their tongues, if the customers don't beat them to it.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: MMario
Date: 20 Apr 06 - 12:17 PM

yeah - but Rapaire - the buspeople up at the Hovel are called that because they live in the shells of old buses. What most people call buspeople are restauraunt employess hired to clear tables.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 20 Apr 06 - 01:01 PM

They do not! They are very comfortably housed, at Legion expense I must add, in the best available accomodations at The Old Broncrider's Former Automobile and Truck Emporium, Parts Yard and Computer Repair.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 20 Apr 06 - 03:33 PM

The notion of a possible nuclear war was involved in the evolution of ARPAnet; it was discussed as an example of the kind of extreme interruption which the ARPANet would need to be able to survive. The result of that requirement was the use of TCPIP and the technique of sending each packet by any possible route, letting the packets reassemble at their destination before being passed on to the application layer. This meant that if a line or a node got blown up, an alternate series of jumps could be found. It was a big improvement over the point-to-point connection model of the phone company.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: MMario
Date: 20 Apr 06 - 03:37 PM

a public service notice to MOABites:

Take a gander at the 'History of England - Part One' thread. Not quite up to MOM's standards - but still good.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 20 Apr 06 - 06:18 PM

If you were a gentleman, you would have posted a link.

I even provided a new window, so you don't lose track of MOM when you go visit the new place.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 20 Apr 06 - 07:09 PM

Hmmph!!! Codwallop and erogenic semanticism with hyperbolic atrocities interlarded.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 20 Apr 06 - 07:41 PM

I think Bert's basic premise is MOABworthy indeed. In fact, I propose Bert be given the title of Honorary MOABite.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bunnahabhain
Date: 20 Apr 06 - 08:34 PM

How do you do that link to a new window trick?

The history of england thead is a good and suitable recipticle for silliness.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 20 Apr 06 - 08:38 PM

You do it like this:

"http://www.mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=90750&messages=42" target="_blank"

as the destination in your HTML. Obviously the destination URL depends on where you wish to link to.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 20 Apr 06 - 09:44 PM

THE CODWALLOP BLUES

I woke up this mornin'
Went out an' walloped me a cod
I said I woke up this mornin'
Went out an' walloped me a cod
Well he turned around an' asked me
How come I walloped him so hard

I said it's 'cause yo're ugly
Yo're jus' as ugly as can be
You know I said it's 'cause yo're ugly
Yo're jus' as ugly as can be
Yo're as ugly as that woman
Who went an' made a fool of me

Well I walloped him wif my left hand
An' I walloped him wif my right
I said I walloped him wif my left hand
An' then I walloped him wif my right
I started wallopin' in th' mornin'
An' I was still wallopin' late that night

I got the codwallop blues
An', Lord, they jus' won' let me be
I got them ol' codwallop blues
An', Lord, they jus' won' let me be
When you start wallopin' yore cod
It's awful hard to stop, you see


As recorded by The Deaf Boys of Floribama on their album "Speak Up!", 1927, Puce Possum Records


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 20 Apr 06 - 09:57 PM

I would suggest that "client-server" networks are not the same as message sending and message receiving, or even bulletin board hosting and bulletin board visiting.

Anyway, it's all packets over the bridge now.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 21 Apr 06 - 10:56 AM

Or a codpiece under it (if you read the two previous entries in rapid succession).


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 21 Apr 06 - 01:23 PM

I am a poor folkie, I will now confess,
I've spent my life singing, and dodging from stress
Escaping hard duties, and avoiding all mess
Until I became captured by a thread of B.S.

I first came to Mudcat some studies to do.
I wanted old lyrics, for good songs and true,
But my diligence crumbled, I confess unto you,
Attacked by bold Rapaire and the Evil Khandu.

Where once I sang truly, and wrote songs so sweet,
Now I crawl to my keyboard, when home from the street.
I clack and I click on the Clickies so neat,
And assaulted by bullshit, am swept off my feet.

I cannot think clearly, my mind's paralyzed
Interpreting wisdom BWL has contrived,
Rustic Rebel's wild poetry, which has crossed both my eyes,
And tracking down works that Rapaire plagiarized.

With footnotes from Stilly to tomes wide and deep
And figments from Little Hawk's brain, who could sleep?
And fearing new flurries from Shatner or Tweed
I am rattled and broken, in word and in deed.

I will go to the country, where the air is so still
Where there's never a spammer, or a Viagara pill,
Where the birds they swing sweetly on Looking Glass Hill,
And the spreading cart's all that the BS does fill.

So now, to the MOAB, good luck or bad cess,
I am bound for far places, my soul for to rest.
Where peace and plain thinking will ease my duress
And there's never a troll, or a whiff of B.S.

But I would not abandon my comrades so free,
Who have shared all my hours 'neath the wide MOAB tree,
I will take kinder measures to your interests to see,
And recruit Martin Gibson to stand in for me.

Willagong Meriwether Pantiwaiste IV,
Googlable Doggerel and other Poems
New Age Productions, San Rafael, 2002


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 21 Apr 06 - 02:42 PM

That last stanza had better be a hoax. . .


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