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BS: The Mother of all BS threads

Rapparee 04 Feb 07 - 01:33 PM
Bunnahabhain 04 Feb 07 - 05:13 PM
GUEST,FOLK1E 04 Feb 07 - 08:13 PM
Amos 05 Feb 07 - 09:35 AM
Bunnahabhain 05 Feb 07 - 09:39 AM
Bee-dubya-ell 05 Feb 07 - 10:51 AM
Amos 05 Feb 07 - 11:01 AM
MMario 05 Feb 07 - 11:59 AM
Bee-dubya-ell 05 Feb 07 - 12:37 PM
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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 04 Feb 07 - 01:33 PM

And as my dear friend, Winston Churchill, once said when accused of ending a sentence with a preposition, "That's the sort of nonsense up with which I will not put."


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bunnahabhain
Date: 04 Feb 07 - 05:13 PM

There's no nonsense round here. I know, as I hunted it all down recently, and it was very tasty...


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,FOLK1E
Date: 04 Feb 07 - 08:13 PM

15.357 POSTS PER DAY
OR 1 EVERY 1.56 HOURS
Sorry I just made these figures up ..... or did I?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 05 Feb 07 - 09:35 AM

thereof

SYLLABICATION: there·of
PRONUNCIATION:   thâr-v, -v
ADVERB: 1. Of or concerning this, that, or it. 2. From that cause or origin; therefrom.




Damn adverbs, always putting on airs and pretending to prepositional status they don't deserve.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bunnahabhain
Date: 05 Feb 07 - 09:39 AM

Actually it's about 11.63 posts a a day, or one post every about 124 minutes.

We never make up anything round here!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 05 Feb 07 - 10:51 AM

In view of Mom's impending Sweet Sixteenth, I think it appropriate to dwell, ponder, and generally go "Hmmmm!" about the number sixteen.

The square root of sixteen is four. The square root of four is two. So, not only is sixteen the sqaure of a whole number, but its square root is the square of a whole number as well. Sixteen is the first number in the decimal counting system to exhibit this characteristic. The next is 81 (3x3=9, 9x9=81), followed by 256 (4x4=16, 16x16=256), then 625 (5x5=25, 25x25=625), then 1296 (6x6=36, 36x36=1296) etc.

As one can easily see, the differences between numbers in this series get increasingly large as one progresses. Now, it's possible that, at current posting rates, most of the current crop of MOABites may be around when Mom hits 81,000 posts in about fifteen years. But 256,000 won't come around until 2063 and I doubt many of us will be around then.

So, as I see it, we have four options:

1) Post more frequently. Post, post, post!

2) Recruit new MOABites from among the current Mudcat membership. This could be extremely difficult since most of them think we're idiots.

3) Recruit new MOABites from outside the current Mudcat membership, particularly younger people who can carry on the MOABite way. This also could prove difficult since it's proven impossible to get most of the younger generation to abandon their computer games long enough to engage in anything as esoteric as MOABing.

4) Pay people to post. There's a gentleman in Nigeria who wishes to give me a ridiculously huge amount of money for doing nothing . I would be more than willing to donate the money he is going to send me to the cause.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 05 Feb 07 - 11:01 AM

Great, BWL, just great. Have a safe trip, and let us know when you get back where to send your clothes how you want to organize the funding.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: MMario
Date: 05 Feb 07 - 11:59 AM

SNOW DAY!!!!!! yippee!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 05 Feb 07 - 12:37 PM

By the way, I'm aware that I could have stated the mathematical musing in my previous post by simply saying 16=2^4, but that would have been far to succinct, insufficiently obfuscatory, an not in keeping with my stature as the MOAB village idiot. Anyway, it just wouldn't be the MOAB way, and all things done on the MOAB must be done in the MOAB way.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 05 Feb 07 - 12:44 PM

Yeah, MOAB way or the highway, or the other way, or the old way, or my way, or the throughqway, or the freeway, or the Overdahillzanfarra way. WhutEVer.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bunnahabhain
Date: 05 Feb 07 - 12:46 PM

I went for a walk in the park , and found some beautiful Lower Carboniferous ripple marks, with a baked cementstone, and a Dyke swarm, and some archaeologists making a mess with some traffic cones, and some council workmen half way up the Crags, trying to dislodge loose rock onto tourists below.

It's amazing what you see if you keep your eyes open...


I though BWL had far more fun that time we refused to send his clothes on, and he had to walk back naked, again.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 05 Feb 07 - 12:54 PM

Is 16 a perfect number? Is it an amicable number? What did Pascal say about 16? What did Fermat say? How about Itsy Newton? Or Archie Medes? We need to know what the Great Mathematicians of the Past thought about 16!

For example, is it quintic polynomial? Some quintic polynomials are solvable by radicals, and MOABites are about as radical as they come. Or what about Demoivre's Theorem -- how does that apply to 16? It's obviously a Euler polynomial scaled by one-half, but what of the other half? And what is 16's Eigenstructure?

Inquiring minds must know these things and more!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 05 Feb 07 - 01:04 PM

If it's a Euler polynomial, scaled or not, it is not susceptible to eigenstructure. Anyone could see that.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 05 Feb 07 - 01:25 PM

You lost me, but that also is part of the MOAB way.

By the way (no, not the MOAB way, just the regular way) nobody commented upon the line in my previous post:

...it's proven impossible to get most of the younger generation to abandon their computer games long enough to engage in anything as esoteric as MOABing.

To the best of my knowledge, that represents the first instance of MOAB being used as a verb*. I have chosen not to pursue obtaining copyright for said usage so you guys can use it as you see fit. After all, expecting to be paid royalties by fellow MOABites just wouldn't be the MOAB way, would it?


* Yeah, I know MOABing is technically a gerund, but one can't have a gerund without first having a verb, can one?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 05 Feb 07 - 01:41 PM

At 15969 I think there is a lost square of three-ness inherent. That would be the way of the Tao, Jones.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 05 Feb 07 - 02:16 PM

I'll try fighting my way through the ether to post this afternoon. A couple of attempts yesterday hung up and I gave up. I know this isn't due to MOM's girth (that's a nasty rumor).


. . .SRS
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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 05 Feb 07 - 02:27 PM

Last time I saw Tao Jones he was laying on the floor of the Legion Hovel, his head pillowed in the spitoon.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 05 Feb 07 - 03:09 PM

We don't call it "Tao" in the southland. We use the approximate English translation of "Way".

Yes, it's a Way, down south in Dixie.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 05 Feb 07 - 04:35 PM

Hell, the Weigh Jones average is way down, South in Dixie. Around 315 pounds on the average, I believe. It's the Twinkies, Moon Pies, and RC that does it.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 05 Feb 07 - 07:34 PM

We were fifteen nine and seventy-four
When the wind began to moan
And Rapaire ducked into his cellar-keep,
Said "I'm glad I'm safe at home...".
But Bunnhab was out in the windy wild
A struggling to survive,
He'd find BS to bring home to Mom
To make her seventy-five.
And BWL, like a bat from hell,
Was weaving through the Dixie night
And he cussed and he swore he would post twice more
Before the mornin' light.
Stilly River Sage, in a fit of rage,
Ripped the screen door of her hive!
And she loped and cussed,
In the Texas dusk,
Looking for nine seventy-five.
Now the world is tense,
And they can't relent
Their place on the edge of their fears
For they now that soon,
'Neath a Mudcat Moon,
Some hero soon will appear.
Whether he or she, where the words run free
That hero will tap and strive
And sprung back from death,
With a grateful breath,
They will see old nine seventy-five.
THere'll be cheering then
And a drink or ten,
And legionnaires will do tricks.
All until the dawn!
Then they'll soon be gone.
Until someone posts seventy-six.


Aleph Alpha Primera Lettera
Songs from the First Vowel
Aardvark Press, Aardvark, AL, 2001


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 05 Feb 07 - 08:27 PM

Jist twenny-five more to go, girls an' boys.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 06 Feb 07 - 01:34 AM

I have one more thing to fight my Wii way past now. We were finally able to find the games that the kids had each received cash for at christmas (from their Dad--I don't have enough money to buy one, let alone two of those things!). I did the shopping, however, and got the games on two separate days last week (they still won't let you buy more than one at a time). One is in another city with Moonglow, but one is here at the house and is now Internet ready. And the "Cool!" that I heard come from my son as he skipped around web pages tells me that he is thrilled to come a step closer to having a computer in his room (his computer is in the living room, where every child's computer belongs). My router is going to be working extra, so I'll try to keep my MOAB posts short and sweet and see if I can shoot out to the Internet when there is a lull in the back bedroom activity.

23 to go.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 06 Feb 07 - 08:12 AM

My new rapier came yesterday, or rather, over the weekend. I was going to take it to Fencing tonight. Sure. I have a dinner at 6 with a discussion following, and since it's the Idaho Commission on Libraries (called "The Idaho State Library" before they got delusions of grandeur) I really can't just shuck it off so I can be at Fencing at 7.

I took it up to the Legion Hovel last night, though. Actually, I stopped by to deliver some flyers on my way home. Thutnose The First and King Billy were looking in the car window at the rapier when I came out.

"Whut's thet?" asked the Nose.

"Rapier," I replied with a sigh. I know how these things go.

"Whut's it fer?"

"Opening letters," I replied.

"Kinda big fer thet, ain't it?" asked the King.

"We get big mail down at the library," I said.

Silence.

"Well, Ah never woulda guessed THET," said the King. "It looks like a frog sticker ma daddy usta have when we lived in the swamp in Alabamy."

"Alabamy?! You some kinda Reb?" exploded the Nose.

"I wuz born thar. What's it to you, ya clod-jumpin' Yankee?"

As I drove off the US Civil War had broken out. Yet again.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 06 Feb 07 - 09:40 AM

Sounds more like an uncivil war. And your pals are a couple of stinkers, which could make that a civet civil war . . . just helping Mom along. . .


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 06 Feb 07 - 10:02 AM

Make sure you test the wrist strap--there were a number of unhappy explosions when the Wii first hit the streets, caused by flying controllers meeting obdurate TVs in their big glass centers. Also various bruised noggins and broken vases, etc. You Tube was cluttered with these incidents for a couple of days. They even had a recall to replace the wrist straps. But you gotta use them. Otherwise things can gget wiidiculous pretty quickly.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 06 Feb 07 - 12:19 PM

Well, that's a great idea Amos! I'll use a martingale with the new rapier. Should help a lot. Thanks.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 06 Feb 07 - 12:42 PM

Martingale. Looks a little kinky, Rap. How are you planning to use it?

I think the games my son selected aren't as involved with the throwing and such.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 06 Feb 07 - 02:50 PM

Humph! A martingale is a leather strap that holds the grip of the Italian epee or foil to the inner arm. This is usually illegal.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 06 Feb 07 - 03:00 PM

Listen to the martingale
Listen to the martingale
For the martingale has hung him where he lies,
....tumtee tumtee....not you, Rapaire. A famous antediluvian paramour.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 06 Feb 07 - 07:59 PM

Cheeeze -- ya use one three-syllable word and everyone clams up on ya!!



A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 06 Feb 07 - 08:05 PM

Only 16 posts to go 'til theBIG 16!!!!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 06 Feb 07 - 08:41 PM

An antediluvian mug
WHo had ears that stuck out, like a jug
On his death was set thinking
By his martingale shrinking
In the rain. And he gasped out, "Oh, fug!"


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 06 Feb 07 - 10:21 PM

There was a young swordsman named Fisk
Whose fencing was exceedingly brisk.
So fast was his action
The Fitzgerald Contraction
Turned his epee to a disk.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 06 Feb 07 - 10:35 PM

I hope that works for you!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 06 Feb 07 - 10:38 PM

Just Think!

Just think! some night the stars will gleam
Upon a cold, grey stone,
And trace a name with silver beam,
And lo! 'twill be your own.

That night is speeding on to greet
Your epitaphic rhyme.
Your life is but a little beat
Within the heart of Time.

A little gain, a little pain,
A laugh, lest you may moan;
A little blame, a little fame,
A star-gleam on a stone.

          Robert Service


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 06 Feb 07 - 10:40 PM

The Sceptic

My Father Christmas passed away
When I was barely seven.
At twenty-one, alack-a-day,
I lost my hope of heaven.

Yet not in either lies the curse:
The hell of it's because
I don't know which loss hurt the worse ?
My God or Santa Claus.

       Robert Service


(I like that one--discovered in a rather random search, but an interesting sentiment!)


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 06 Feb 07 - 10:54 PM

I WONDER WHERE MY PAPA IS?

I wonder where my papa is,
      Oh, where could he have gone,
I wonder why he does not come
      And see his Lilly Long.
He would come and sit by me
      When the fever burnt my brow,
I wonder where my papa is,
      For he comes not near me now.

I hear no more the foot pace
      In the hall by my door,
Where he would gently, gently tread
      Upon the oaken floor.
His place is vacant by the hearth,
      There stands his easy chair;
I hear no more his loving voice
      Raising the evening prayer.

The last time I saw my papa dear
      Was just five days ago,
He took me in his arms and said,
      "You are getting better slow,
Thank God, my little Lilly pet
      Will soon be well again,
And run about the house and play
      With little Nettie Lane."

I wonder where my papa is,
      Oh, where could he have gone,
It cannot be he has forgotten
      His little Lilly Long.
No, he never would have left me
      And mamma without aid;
I fear my papa has fallen
      A victim of the "plague."

The mother listened to her child,
      Her heart filled with pain
To hear her loved one mourn for him
      Who would never come again.
Tears were falling from her eyes,
      From her bossom heaved a sigh;
Little Lilly asked in wonder,
      "Mamma dear, what makes you cry?"

"Dearest Lilly must I tell you
      That your papa is no more,
That he cannot come and see you
      And caress you as of yore.
He has gone to live with Jesus,
      In the heavenly home above,
Where are dwelling the blessed
      In God's everlasting love."

Lilly listened to her mother,
      She uttered not a sound,
O'er her little pale cheeks softly
      Tears began to trinkle down;
At last she sweetly murmured,
      "Mamma dear, you and I
Must live so we can meet papa
      In Heaven, by and by."

"Yes, my child," the mother answered,
      "Your words are very true,
While we live on earth we should keep
      The heavenly land in view;
Then bright on earth will be our future,
      Bright as a shining star;
We will live in love together,
      Till we reach that home afar."


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 07 Feb 07 - 12:16 AM

The Blind and the Dead

Robert Service


She lay like a saint on her copper couch;
Like an angel asleep she lay,
In the stare of the ghoulish folks that slouch
Past the Dead and sneak away.

Then came old Jules of the sightless gaze,
Who begged in the streets for bread.
Each day he had come for a year of days,
And groped his way to the Dead.

"What's the Devil's Harvest to-day?" he cried;
"A wanton with eyes of blue!
I've known too many a such," he sighed;
"Maybe I know this . . . mon Dieu!"

He raised the head of the heedless Dead;
He fingered the frozen face. . . .
Then a deathly spell on the watchers fell ?
God! it was still, that place!

He raised the head of the careless Dead;
He fumbled a vagrant curl;
And then with his sightless smile he said:
"It's only my little girl."

"Dear, my dear, did they hurt you so!
Come to your daddy's heart. . . ."
Aye, and he held so tight, you know,
They were hard to force apart.

No! Paris isn't always gay;
And the morgue has its stories too:
You are a writer of tales, you say ?
Then there is a tale for you.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 07 Feb 07 - 12:34 AM

"Out, Out--"

Robert Frost

THE BUZZ-SAW snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other         
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.
Call it a day, I wish they might have said         
To please the boy by giving him the half hour
That a boy counts so much when saved from work.
His sister stood beside them in her apron
To tell them "Supper." At the word, the saw,
As if to prove saws knew what supper meant,         
Leaped out at the boy's hand, or seemed to leap?
He must have given the hand. However it was,
Neither refused the meeting. But the hand!
The boy's first outcry was a rueful laugh,
As he swung toward them holding up the hand         
Half in appeal, but half as if to keep
The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all?
Since he was old enough to know, big boy
Doing a man's work, though a child at heart?
He saw all spoiled. "Don't let him cut my hand off?         
The doctor, when he comes. Don't let him, sister!"
So. But the hand was gone already.
The doctor put him in the dark of ether.
He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath.
And then?the watcher at his pulse took fright.         
No one believed. They listened at his heart.
Little?less?nothing!?and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 07 Feb 07 - 12:54 AM

I hope those poems help you get to sleep tonight, MOM. I'll check on you again in the morning.

If you see that sorry so-and-so Flamenco Ted, just boot his butt out the door!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 07 Feb 07 - 12:57 AM

ORLANDO, Fla. - She was the Robochick. He was Billy-O. According to police, her obsession with him led her to drive 900 miles from Houston to Orlando, bringing with her a trenchcoat and wig, armed with a BB gun and pepper spray, and wearing a diaper to avoid bathroom breaks on the arduous drive.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 07 Feb 07 - 12:57 AM

Nowak's lawyer, Donald Lykkebak, disputed that upgraded charge, which allowed police to keep the astronaut in jail. "In the imaginations of the police officers, they extend these facts out into areas where the facts can't be supported," said Lykkebak.

As the hearings on charges and bail played out on TV, the astonishing details about the case were repeatedly broadcast and quickly made the rounds of office e-mails and Internet blogs.

The details of the relationships of all three were unclear. Nowak and Oefelein, who both live in the Houston area, had trained together as astronauts, but never flew into space together. Shipman, 30, works at Patrick Air Force Base near Kennedy Space Center.

Earlier, Nowak was quoted by police as saying she and Oefelein had something "more than a working relationship but less than a romantic relationship."


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 07 Feb 07 - 12:57 AM

Specifically, police said Nowak confronted Shipman, who was in her car at the Orlando airport, and sprayed something at her, possibly pepper spray.

At first the astronaut was charged with attempted kidnapping and other counts, and a judge had permitted her release on bail. Then, in a surprise move, prosecutors upped the charge to attempted murder, basing it on the weapons and other items they said they had found with Nowak or in her car: a pepper spray package, an unused BB-gun cartridge, a new steel mallet, knife, rubber tubing and large garbage bags.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 07 Feb 07 - 12:57 AM

Nowak, 43, a married mother of three who flew on a space shuttle in July, was charged with attempted murder, accused of hatching an extraordinary plot to kidnap Colleen Shipman, who she believed was romantically involved with Oefelein, a space shuttle pilot.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 07 Feb 07 - 12:58 AM

yes


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 07 Feb 07 - 12:58 AM

hmmm


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 07 Feb 07 - 12:59 AM

Okay. Now I can go to bed. Mom is past her crisis. But there's no saying what is going to happen with that whacked out astronaut.

Here's the rest.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: MOAB
Date: 07 Feb 07 - 10:07 AM

So, where's my cake?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 07 Feb 07 - 10:11 AM

Ah, Stilly, an heroic, hard-charging assault, inundating the entrenched position of imaginary numbers with an overwhelming rain of borrowed words. Exhausted, but triumphant, she sleeps at last, the enemy duly subdued and whelmly overwhelmed. To which, say all of us, "Thanks, Stilly!!. You kept 1600 safe for democracy."

When the time comeas for us to mark our history with 20K, we should have prepared well in advance a new improved lot of telling epistles, gathered ahead of time. For novelty, we could use screeds of our own composition. That way we could ensure that only the very best of genuine BS gets thrown into the historical mix.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: JennyO
Date: 07 Feb 07 - 10:35 AM

Here's your cake, MOM! Bee-dubya-ell ordered it a week ago. And here's a Birthday Banner for you!

HAPPY SWEET SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY, MOM!!!

And of course, your Birthday Song, also from Bee-dubya-ell -

*sings*

You're a thread from a dream
Your bullshit's supreme
A BS nukular bomb
You're sixteen, you're beautiful, and you're Mom

You're BS to our ear
It's you we revere
As other threads go and come
You're sixteen, you're beautiful, and you're Mom

       {Bridge}
       You're our MOAB, you're our thread
       We love you more than Wonderbread
       The mouse went "click", BS went "plop"
       When we started posting we could not stop

You appeared on the screens
Of our computin' machines
To BS we did succumb
You're sixteen, you're beautiful, and you're Mom
You're sixteen, you're beautiful, and you're Mom


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