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BS: The Mother of all BS threads

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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 05 Nov 10 - 03:08 PM

You're all wrong!

Today is the birthday of Eugene V. Debs, Art Garfunkel and ROY ROGERS!!!

And in 1781, John Hanson was elected the first "President of the United States, in Congress assembled".

Always remember
The fifth of November.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 05 Nov 10 - 03:16 PM

Glory be.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 05 Nov 10 - 03:18 PM

So long, Mom!!! I am off to wild wooly west Phoeix Arizona, where the air conditioning works twice as hard and the UFOs are a little more unknown.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 05 Nov 10 - 03:24 PM

Tell 'em I said, "Howdy." Ain't been ta Phoenix for a while now, ever since mah mule got as fer as Elko and balked.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 05 Nov 10 - 05:44 PM

If you were headed to Tucson I'd have to take the sprout to dinner or something. ;)


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 05 Nov 10 - 06:26 PM

You know it's a stranger in town if they say, "Tuck-son" when they mean Tucson...


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 05 Nov 10 - 06:39 PM

You REALLY know they're stangers when they say:

po-CAT-a-low
po-ca-tea-LOW

or any other variation except

PO-KA-TELL-OH


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 05 Nov 10 - 06:44 PM

Or, for that matter, anyone who says:

Saint Lewis, Missouree

San Hosay, Illlinoise

Versigh, Illinoise (or In-diana)

Ayethens, Illinoise

Kwin-zee, Illinoise (In-diana, California, Mich-i-gan, or Washington)

Or any one of a number of place names in the US.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 05 Nov 10 - 07:04 PM

How about "Warshington D.C."?

Come to think of it, that seems like a perfect name for the place!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 05 Nov 10 - 07:09 PM

Nah, that's how the folks who were born there (and there really are some!) pronounce it. Trust me on this -- my wife's one of the unelected elect.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 05 Nov 10 - 07:14 PM

Hi Mate,

I am writing to you because I need your help to get me bloody
pilot's license back. You keep telling me you got all the right
contacts. Well now's your chance to make something happen for me
because, mate, I'm bloody desperate. But first, I'd better tell you
what happened during my last flight review with the CAA Examiner.

On the phone, Ron (that's the CAA d*#"head), seemed a reasonable sort
of a bloke. He politely reminded me of the need to do a flight
review every two years. He even offered to drive out, have a look
over my property and let me operate from my own strip. Naturally I
agreed to that.

Anyway, Ron turned up last Wednesday. First up, he said he was a bit
surprised to see the plane on a small strip outside my homestead,
because the "ALA"(Authorized Landing Area), is about a mile away. I
explained that because this strip was so close to the homestead, it
was more convenient than the "ALA," and despite the power lines
crossing about midway down the strip, it's really not a problem to
land and take-off, because at the halfway point down the strip
you're usually still on the ground.

For some reason Ron, seemed nervous. So, although I had done the pre-
flight inspection only four days earlier, I decided to do it all
over again. Because the prick was watching me carefully, I walked
around the plane three times instead of my usual two.

My effort was rewarded because the colour finally returned to Ron's
cheeks. In fact, they went a bright red. In view of Ron's obviously
better mood, I told him I was going to combine the test flight with
some farm work, as I had to deliver three "poddy calves" from the home
paddock to the main herd. After a bit of a chase I finally caught
the calves and threw them into the back of the ol' Cessna 172. We
climbed aboard but Ron, started getting onto me about weight and
balance calculations and all that crap. Of course I knew that sort
of thing was a waste of time because calves, like to move around a
bit particularly when they see themselves 500-feet off the ground!
So, it's bloody pointless trying to secure them as you know.
However, I did tell Ron that he shouldn't worry as I always keep the
trim wheel set on neutral to ensure we remain pretty stable at all
stages throughout the flight.

Anyway, I started the engine and cleverly minimized the warm-up time
by tramping hard on the brakes and gunning her to 2,500 RPM. I then
discovered that Ron has very acute hearing, even though he was
wearing a bloody headset. Through all that noise he detected a
metallic rattle and demanded I account for it. Actually it began
about a month ago and was caused by a screwdriver that fell down a
hole in the floor and lodged in the fuel selector mechanism. The
selector can't be moved now, but it doesn't matter because it's
jammed on "All tanks," so I suppose that's Okay.

However, as Ron was obviously a nit-picker, I blamed the noise on
vibration from a stainless steel thermos flask which I keep in a
beaut little possie between the windshield and the magnetic compass.
My explanation seemed to relax Ron, because he slumped back in the
seat and kept looking up at the cockpit roof. I released the brakes
to taxi out, but unfortunately the plane gave a leap and spun to the
right. "Hell" I thought, "not the starboard wheel chock again."

The bump jolted Ron back to full alertness. He looked around just in
time to see a rock thrown by the prop-wash disappear completely
through the windscreen of his brand new Commodore. "Now I'm really
in trouble," I thought...

While Ron was busy ranting about his car, I ignored his requirement
that we taxi to the "ALA," and instead took off under the power lines.
Ron didn't say a word, at least not until the engine started
coughing right at the lift off point, and then he bloody screamed
his head off. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!"

"Now take it easy Ron," I told him firmly. "That often happens on
take-off and there is a good reason for it." I explained patiently
that I usually run the plane on standard MOGAS, but one day I
accidentally put in a gallon or two of kerosene. To compensate for
the low octane of the kerosene, I siphoned in a few gallons of super
MOGAS and shook the wings up and down a few times to mix it up.
Since then, the engine has been coughing a bit but in general it
works just fine, if you know how to coax it properly.

Anyway, at this stage Ron seemed to lose all interest in my test
flight. He pulled out some rosary beads, closed his eyes and became
lost in prayer(I didn't think anyone was a Catholic these days). I
selected some nice music on the HF radio to help him relax.
Meanwhile, I climbed to my normal cruising altitude of 10,500-feet.
I don't normally put in a flight plan or get the weather because, as
you know getting FAX access out here is a friggin' joke and the
weather is always "8/8 blue" anyway. But since I had that near miss
with a Saab 340, I might have to change me thinking on that.

Anyhow, on leveling out, I noticed some wild camels heading into my
improved pasture. I hate bloody camels, and always carry a loaded
303, clipped inside the door of the Cessna just in case I see any of
the bastards.

We were too high to hit them, but as a matter of principle, I
decided to have a go through the open window. Mate, when I pulled
the bloody rifle out, the effect on Ron, was friggin' electric. As I
fired the first shot his neck lengthened by about six inches and his
eyes bulged like a rabbit with myxo. He really looked as if he had
been jabbed with an electric cattle prod on full power. In fact,
Ron's reaction was so distracting that I lost concentration for a
second and the next shot went straight through the port tyre. Ron
was a bit upset about the shooting (probably one of those pinko
animal lovers I guess) so I decided not to tell him about our little
problem with the tyre.

Shortly afterwards I located the main herd and decided to do my
fighter pilot trick. Ron had gone back to praying when, in one
smooth sequence, I pulled on full flaps, cut the power and started a
sideslip from 10,500-feet down to 500-feet at 130, knots indicated
(the last time I looked anyway) and the little needle rushed up to
the red area on me ASI. What a buzz, mate! About half way through
the descent I looked back in the cabin to see the calves gracefully
suspended in mid air and mooing like crazy. I was going to comment to
Ron on this unusual sight, but he looked a bit green and had rolled
himself into the fetal position and was screamin' his freakin' head
off. Mate, talk about being in a bloody zoo. You should've been
there, it was so bloody funny!

At about 500-feet I leveled out, but for some reason we kept
sinking. When we reached 50-feet, I applied full power but nothin'
happened. No noise no nothin'. Then, luckily, I heard me
instructor's voice in me head saying "carb heat, carb heat." So I
pulled carb heat on and that helped quite a lot, with the engine
finally regaining full power. Whew, that was really close, let me
tell you!

Then mate, you'll never guess what happened next! As luck would have
it, at that height we flew into a massive dust cloud caused by the
cattle and suddenly went I.F. bloody R, mate. BJ, you would have
been really proud of me as I didn't panic once, not once, but I did
make a mental note to consider an instrument rating as soon as me
gyro is repaired (something I've been meaning to do for a while
(now). Suddenly Ron's elongated neck and bulging eyes reappeared. His
Mouth opened wide, very wide, but no sound emerged. "Take it easy,"
I told him, "we'll be out of this in a minute." Sure enough, about a
minute later we emerged, still straight and level and still at 50-feet.

Admittedly I was surprised to notice that we were upside down, and I
kept thinking to myself, "I hope Ron didn't notice that I had
forgotten to set the QNH when we were taxiing." This minor
tribulation forced me to fly to a nearby valley in which I had to do
a half roll to get upright again.

By now the main herd had divided into two groups leaving a narrow
strip between them. "Ah!" I thought, "there's an omen. We'll land
right there." Knowing that the tyre problem demanded a slow
approach, I flew a couple of steep turns with full flap. Soon the
stall warning horn was blaring so loud in me ear that I cut it's
circuit breaker to shut it up, but by then I knew we were slow
enough anyway. I turned steeply onto a 75-foot final and put her
down with a real thud. Strangely enough, I had always thought you
could only ground loop in a tail dragger but, as usual, I was proved
wrong again!

Halfway through our third loop, Ron at last recovered his sense of
humor. Talk about laugh. I've never seen the likes of it. He
couldn't stop. We finally rolled to a halt and I released the
calves, who bolted out of the aircraft like there was no tomorrow.

I then began picking clumps of dry grass. Between gut wrenching fits
of laughter, Ron asked what I was doing. I explained that we had to
stuff the port tyre with grass so we could fly back to the
homestead. It was then that Ron, really lost the plot and started
running away from the aircraft. Can you believe it? The last time I
saw him he was off into the distance, arms flailing in the air and
still shrieking with laughter. I later heard that he had been
confined to a psychiatric institution - poor bugger!

Anyhow mate, that's enough about Ron. The problem is I got this
letter from CASA withdrawing, as they put it, my privileges to fly;
until I have undergone a complete pilot training course again and
undertaken another flight proficiency test.

Now I admit that I made a mistake in taxiing over the wheel chock
and not setting the QNH using strip elevation, but I can't see what
else I did that was a so bloody bad that they have to withdraw me
flamin' license. Can you?

Ralph H. Bell
Mud Creek Plantation


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 05 Nov 10 - 07:23 PM

Spoken like a true aviator! Ralph would have done bloody well in the A.V.G. over China in 1940-41. They needed more men like him to face off against those elite Japanese pilots like Sakai, Kato, and Nishizawa.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 06 Nov 10 - 10:46 AM

They flew with calves in single-seater fighters? Must have been crowded (and stinky) in the cockpits.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 06 Nov 10 - 10:54 AM

There isn't even enough extra room in most of those cockpits for a small dog.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 06 Nov 10 - 01:40 PM

Phoenix you say?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 06 Nov 10 - 01:41 PM

Take your umbershoot my good man.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 06 Nov 10 - 09:24 PM

Take a suit of plate armor!

One July I was caught in a hailstorm in Prescott, AZ. I was driving a convertible (top up). Now I know what it sounds like inside a snare drum.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 06 Nov 10 - 11:08 PM

MOM, the veggie garden is looking so good! I weeded and pruned and toted stuff out to the compost.

Not sure if the herbal debris in the compost is what attracted a skunk, but I think this makes our seventh recorded skunk hit in the yard. Fortunately, the girls have gotten very good at playing skunks. I think this is the fourth time now when it is clear the discharge was in the yard but the dogs weren't hit. (It also means there isn't a dead skunk. Usually. Sometimes I find it later.)

I'm so proud! Skunk hunters!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 07 Nov 10 - 09:06 AM

Mom, the wind just blew away the compost. Also trees, the lawn, and all of the dirt. The house is just sitting on its foundation, floating above the bedrock. I don't know how we'll get the cars out of the garage.

The Legion Hovel is okay, though it's hard to tell.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 07 Nov 10 - 12:41 PM

I didn't think the skunk blast was that powerful . . .


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 07 Nov 10 - 04:09 PM

A skunk wouldn't hit nuthin here as it's raining a clip and has been for three days. Only time I ventured out in the cold rain today was to change the time on Mum's clocks. Nasty weather.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 07 Nov 10 - 05:42 PM

Hey, that sounds like a song! "Nasty weather"...no...how about "Stormy weather"? Yeah, I kinda like that better....


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 07 Nov 10 - 07:42 PM

Mom,

Safe and sound back home. We stayed one night in Phoenix and one north of there in Cottonwood. We drove home today. I am wiped out. Some loverly motorcycle gangs out cruising the I-8 today.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 07 Nov 10 - 07:51 PM

Wimp. You should have told those "motorcycle gangs" (probably with names like "Golden Age Riders" and "Hell's Old Fogeys" that they were blocking traffic and that only idiots and fools ride motorcycles. Then give them the finger.

They'd know you were only kidding and you could have made lots of new friends.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 07 Nov 10 - 08:16 PM

I told them I was you and that if they wanted to see REALLY tough motorcycle gangs they should come to Pocatello where they would look like pussies in comparison to the native bikers who hang out around the golf course.   They said it was an interesting opportunity to broaden their horizons, and they would bring all their friends.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 07 Nov 10 - 09:31 PM

Oh, goody! The Legion Riders (not related to the Idaho Legion) will be glad to see them. Some of the Legion Riders haven't killed anyone since they were in, oh, Vietnam...Iraq...Kuwait...Afghanistan...the SEALs...the Special Forces...the Rangers.... Them folks can be mean.

Did I mention the police force? They LOVE to have biker gangs come 'round 'cause it gives them a chance to use equipment they rarely get to use except in practice.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 07 Nov 10 - 09:49 PM

Pocatello... visit... exprience.. die...

Not a good tourist strategy.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 07 Nov 10 - 09:53 PM

Well, from the number of Canadian cars and motorhomes that run north and south on the Interstate I guess they like it.

If you're Canadian, come on down! You'll have an experience you'll never have again!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 07 Nov 10 - 10:03 PM

Ha! Copped another one!


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

That's the fear.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 07 Nov 10 - 10:54 PM

So? Are you fearful? A coward? A wuss? Are you some sort of Shame McBride?

Other Canadians aren't afraid to visit Pocatello. In fact, Gordon Lightfoot is appearing just a bit north of here in a week or so and there ain't nobody more Canadian than Gordon Lightfoot (except maybe Dudley Do-Right or Sgt. Preston or Labatt's).


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 08 Nov 10 - 09:59 AM

Well, Mom, I guess it's just you and me. Here's some huckleberry pancakes, reindeer sausage, freshly churned butter, and pure maple syrup. Take some of that Jamaica Blue Mountain coffee, too -- it's freshly ground and made with filtered glacial water. And I'd like to hear again your explanation of the quantum mechanics behind "The Grand Old Duke Of York" -- it's fascinating and you make it so clear.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 08 Nov 10 - 11:28 AM

Ah, that's easy. The Grand old Duke of York was the second cousin, once removed, of the Vicar of Bray. Easy Peasy.

MOM had a cuppa tea with me early this morning. Our internal clocks are still on Daylight Savings Time so I found both she and I had woken earlier than our alarm clock settings.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,Blind DRunk in Blind River
Date: 08 Nov 10 - 11:47 AM

NOBODY wants to visit flippin' Pocatello cos it is a flippin' dump! Only boltholes live there, eh? It is like a flippin' hole in the ground.

- Shane


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 08 Nov 10 - 01:23 PM

Holy Moly!! Shane's RIGHT!



A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 08 Nov 10 - 02:38 PM

I see Rapaire has desperately started flogging memes of his own naked body in cyberspace, a form of cyber-memetic prostitution I would have thought below him. I am growing accustomed to the idea that new depths are always possible.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 08 Nov 10 - 02:40 PM

Shame only says things like that because the one time he WAS here (he'd taken a bit too much to drink, crawled into an open boxcar, and was inadvertently shipped as radioactive waste) he was beaten senseless by any of the railroad police who could come close enough to hit him without gagging from the odor, kicked into a garbage pit, and then flung on the next train to Blind River -- which happened to be carrying manure so he didn't violate the manifest in any way.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 08 Nov 10 - 02:47 PM

Har! Har! Oh, you are so mean!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 08 Nov 10 - 02:59 PM

Amos, if you dig deeply enough you come back to where you started. You know that. And as I mentioned, under my skin it's even more exciting.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 08 Nov 10 - 03:02 PM

Oh, I just remembered: dibs on 38383!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 08 Nov 10 - 03:26 PM

Lo how his mind doth wander like a magic wind
That unto every part imparts a myth
And into every eyes a golden mist
That frames the heart and soft betrays the mind.
Thus in perverse imaginings behold
The treacherous siren-song of thought awry;
The sorry soul's forgotten strengths decry
In mourning for a keen eye now grown old.
These are the phantasms of our age, which tear,
When three score years have filled our tale,
And leave, bewildered as our friend Rapaire,
The shell of dust, blown hazy down the vale.

Agonistes Murphy Junior
Tough Songs from a Tough Town
Oedipal Press, Humping-on-Molme, 1875


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Eiseley
Date: 08 Nov 10 - 05:40 PM

Just had to call the police to escort a raging woman from the library. She couldn't understand why we needed her to verify her address: it's just that she has several cards and several names and a streak of belligerence that manifests itself by shouting profanity at the staff and scaring the little children in the building. She put a hex on one of the circulation staff because she's a self-proclaimed professional practicing witch. The staff member did not pay for the hex, however, so I'm still skeptical about the "professional" part.

Eiseley

P.S. Yep, betcha don't miss this part of the work, eh?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 08 Nov 10 - 06:30 PM

It is veeery sad that such a lady should fall to such a state as this witch of yours, Ms Eiseley. She sounds like she really needs Dianetics, or Rolfing, or intense feng shui, or Christian Togetherness or AA or some damn thing or other.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 08 Nov 10 - 09:27 PM

Maybe three years fixed, four years indeterminate....


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 08 Nov 10 - 09:32 PM

Once again I shall exercise the self-restraint for which I am noted.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Eiseley
Date: 08 Nov 10 - 10:48 PM

Thanks! I got it!

Eiseley


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 08 Nov 10 - 10:52 PM

That's a cute little round number. And an awfully pretty spinner looming in the middle distance. . .


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 08 Nov 10 - 11:16 PM

Ahh, the endless dance of the numbers, whirling through time like substitute thoughts....


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 09 Nov 10 - 10:13 AM

You obviously don't grasp numbers as numbers, Amos. True understanding of that which attempts to bring us an understanding of the life, the universe, and everything might not be something we can understand, but to view and then grasp the meaning of (for example) the brilliant, frozen crystalline matrices of non-Heisenbergian uncertainties gives one a fleeting and faint glimpse of both the finite and infinite.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 09 Nov 10 - 10:33 AM

To make such a remark about me, good Rapaire, is profoundly misguided. You obviously don't understand understanding.


A


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