From JDO103@PSUVM.BITNET Thu Nov 30 23:29:52 1989
From: JDO103@PSUVM.BITNET (Someone)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Story/Toast
Date: 29 Nov 89 23:47:53 GMT
Organization: Penn State University
Status: O


   A figure pauses in front of Callahan's, as if not yet sure he wants to go
inside or not.  Finally though, if one listens close enough, he can be heard
to say: "What the fleck, you only live once..."

   Coming in from the frigid outdoors, a man of about 5'11" walks in, brushes
off the snow from his head (Kinda cold for a Flat-top/Crew-cut, eh!  :-)  )
and walks up to the bar.

  "A couple of shots o' Southern Comfort, if you will Mike!" he says as
he pulls out the cash.

  "Thank ya kindly."

  Surveying the room and seeing no one else at the center of attention, he
starts:

  "Tonight, I have two things to toast.  But first I must tell a story for
each.  Here goes:

   I, like many of you here, am also a student.  I am also having *big*
problems academically.  You see, I think I have screwed up my future, and
on top of that, failed to meet the expectations of not only friends and
family, but of my own.  I used to be in engineering.  You know: money,
prestige, a job to be proud of.  I planned to be in Aerospace.  I figured,
that with an average of 3.98 in high-school, and never having had to study,
I would not have too bad a time doing it.  Little did I realize.

  I came to find out (the hard way after killing my GPA) that it wasn't for
me.  I just didn't like Physics or Math.  So I switched majors to, of all
things, History.  New problems.  I like to read, but the basic requirements
for the History major are so BORING.  I want to get into the recent MILITARY
history of the world.  Classes unavailable until acceptance into your major.
Well to make a long story short, I'm not doing so great.  I have a _low_
CUM and still do not get along well with studying and academics.

  My real goal is to be a pilot.  Big problem: Good grades needed to be
military pilot, and I don't have the money to do it any other way.  I just
can't imagine being anything other than a pilot, I think flying is one of
the few special joys available to people.

  Anyway, with the pressure put on me by parents, friends, myself, and the
system in general, I feel like I'm letting everyone down.  And if you can't
be happy with yourself, you can never be truly happy.  So here's one of my
toasts:  To those who have endured hardships and realized their dreams, and
to those who will."  (Silently to himself: "May I join you...")

    *Gulp*    *SMAAASH*    tinkle ... tinkle

  "And for those of you who despair loneliness, I too am with you.  I once had
a brief flicker of hope, but alas, it was crushed by the cruel hand of
fate.  But do not give up hope.  I think I have found one meant for me,
and if not, well, I'll just keep looking.  And if I can think this, you can
too.  So for my next toast:    Here's to the end of loneliness, may it
come to us all!"

 >GULP<   *Smash*   *Usual broken glass noises*

 And with that, he turns and slowly walks out the door.  All the while looking
like there was still something he wanted to say, but was afraid to mention...

Dave                (Insert appropriate song lyrics by AC/DC here.)
jdo103 @ psuvm

From austin@bucsf.bu.edu Thu Nov 30 23:29:53 1989
From: austin@bucsf.bu.edu (Austin Ziegler)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Jilara Returns
Date: 30 Nov 89 02:35:36 GMT
Organization: Boston University College of Engineering
Status: O

The air glimmers, and Jilara becomes a little more substantial.  "Thanks,
Magyk.  There's a comment here on how one can't really exist without the
help of friends."  She walks up to the fire and warms her hands.  "Funny
thing about Callahan's---there's this tavern (the name escapes me) that
shows up in Poul Anderson's "A Midsummer Tempest."  You can't find it
unless you really need to, like needing refuge or something.  All sorts
of curious travellers from other times and places and universes end up
there.  I think it's got a lot in common with Callahan's.  By the way,
have you noticed it's a lot more---I think 'positive and healthy' is the
term---here, than in places like alt.recovery?"  She shakes her head.
"I've been to places like that, and it's full of head-trips, and games,
and people giving you hell, judging you..."  She sighs.  "Sometimes you
just need a hug, some empathy.  Sometimes there aren't easy answers.
You try to be positive, but there's only so much lemonade you can make
before your system says "enough!" to lemons.  You try to do everything
right, but still...  But hey, I'm a stupid fool---I don't learn.  I keep
sticking my neck out, believing in people, and trying to live up to all
of you.  I've learned to forgive, too.  Live every moment fully, no
regrets."  She swallows hard, breaths deep for a minute.  "Because this
isn't the dress rehearsal, this is IT.  I go do dangerous, "macho"
things, because that's how I remind myself I'm alive.  I try to let
everyone know what they mean to me, even when they can't deal with it.
People aren't bad---they're just pathologically scared.  They're scared
of life, scared of death, scared of everything.  Me, I'm scared of loss,
but I walk into the face of that fear, every day, forcing myself to
prove I can do it.  Because if I don't, I'd lose for sure."  Callahan
walks over with her favorite scotch.  "This one's on me," he turns and
frowns.  "For telling me why I run this place."  She smiles.  "A friend
of mine said something last night that suggests a toast.  Something a
very wise man once said.  'But remember, my sentimental friend, that
your heart is judged not by how much YOU love, but how much you are
loved by others.'  Therefore, to my favorite Wizard, Oz, the Great and
Powerful!"  For a moment, as the glass smashes, some think they see a
face in the flames...
   ---Jilara the Exile

	"My pleasure Jilara.  I hope that others who have the same problem
as you will have the courage to ask the favor of others around Callahan's.
We hope to hear from you again soon." says Magyk, who invites the tabbicat
to join he and Jilara in a conversation.

-- 
      Magyk (austin@bucsf.bu.edu,@bucsb.bu.edu,engc8vc@buacca.bu.edu)
	       700 Commonwealth Box 2094, Boston, MA  02215
				     
       "Yes, I'm the crazy person running an EMail AD&D adventure!"
				   -- Me

From gh1g+@andrew.cmu.edu Thu Nov 30 23:29:54 1989
From: gh1g+@andrew.cmu.edu (Gregg Fielding Hinderstein)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Friendship
Date: 30 Nov 89 03:06:14 GMT
Organization: Class of '91, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA
Status: O

I once found a bit of writing that made a great deal of sense to me, and
it pertains to the subject

   "Will you marry me?"
   "Why should I marry you?"
   "That would take a long time to answer, but I'll give you the best reason:
because I think we have become very good friends, and could go on to be 
splendid friends, and would be very likely to be wonderful friends forever."
   "Friends?"
   "What's wrong with being friends?"
   "When people talk about marriage, they generally use stronger words than 
that."
   "Do they?  I don't know. I've never asked anyone to marry me before."
   "You mean you've never been in love?"
   "Certainly I've been in love.  More times than I can count.  I've had two 
or three affairs with girls I loved.  But I knew very well that they weren't 
friends."
   "You put friendship above love?"
   "Doesn't everybody?  No, that's a foolish question; of course they don't.
They talk about love to people with whom they are infatuated, and sometimes
involved to the point of devotion.  I've nothing against love.  Most
enjoyable.  But I'm talking to you about marriage."
   "Marriage.  But you don't love me?"
   "Of course I love you, fathead, but I'm serious about marriage, and
marriage with anyone whom I do not think the most splendid friend I've ever
had doesn't interest me.  Love and sex are very fine but they won't last.
Friendship - the kind of friendship I am talking about - is charity and
loving-kindness more than it's sex and it lasts as long a life.  What's
more, it grows, and sex dwindles; has to.  So - will you marry me and be
friends?"
					-Robertson Davies "The Rebel Angels"

I think if more permanent relationships were based on friendship rather
than the undefinable "love", there'd be a lot less divorce.

Sinatra sang: "Love and Marrage go together like a horse and carrage"
Sinatra was a fool.

Gregg 

From rdm5g@ra.cs.Virginia.EDU Thu Nov 30 23:29:55 1989
From: rdm5g@ra.cs.Virginia.EDU (Rodney D. McElrath)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Indecision
Date: 30 Nov 89 07:45:56 GMT
Distribution: usa
Organization: U.Va. CS Department, Charlottesville, VA
Status: O



The wind was no longer blowing, so the crunch of booted feet
on new snow was loud and crisp as such things usually are when 
it is this cold.

"Damn, I don't even know if I have any singles on me."

 Searching through a battered, black leather coat the figure
 turns up a couple of crumpled single from some forgotten inner 
 pocket.

 He palms the bill, and as he rearranges his black scarf
 a silver rose catched the moonlight.  He straightens his
 6 ft 2 in frame with a hesitation suggesting a weariness,
 and pushes the large wooden door open to welcome the warmth 
 of fire. 

 "Mike, Give me a shot of Crown and an Alka-Seltzer."

 Stepping up to the chalk line, he pauses somewhat expectantly
 perhaps for some attention, or perhaps to let the glow of the
 fire penetrate the layers of his clothing.

 "I am blessed, but miserable.  Indecision is one of my worst
  plagues.  I am on the tail end of a Masters Degree and trying
  to decide whether or not to continue with a Phd and consume
  yet a few more years of my young life in academic pursuits."

 "My problem is slight compared to many and inconsequential
  compared to others.  But unlike many crisis I have a choice
  in this matter and It will affect the rest of my life."

 "Perhaps I simply justifying my agony to myself...

	A Toast!  To Indecision and the minor havoc it reeks on
                  all our lives."

 He slowly down the shot, savoring the gravel and velvet whiskey...

	<Crash>

 "You folks can call me Roderick."

 With that he moves back to the bar, slowly nurses the alka-seltzer.

 To the inquisitive look Mike gives him as he collects his change.
 He replies..

 "Laundry day tomorrow Mike..."

 And move quietly toward the door.
 
 
-- 
rdm5g@babbage.acc.Virginia.EDU		Rod McElrath	804 293-7583
rdm5g@uvacs.cs.Virginia.EDU  "that which does not kill us makes us stronger..."
University of Virginia 	                         Friederich Neitzshe
_______________________________________________________________________________

From MICHAEL@MAINE Thu Nov 30 23:29:56 1989
From: MICHAEL@MAINE
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: soulmates
Date: 30 Nov 89 00:16:48 GMT
Organization: University of Maine System
TO: NETNEWS@MAINE
Status: O

A young man with brown hair and broad shoulders (really) who has been sitting
in the corner with his Fuzzy Navel and a good book rises and speaks. In his
deep, resonant voice he says:

"Gilly, I know how you feel. I was in the same boat you are in until I was 25
years old and I got some depressed, let me tell you. But I can also tell you
that it won't last forever. Part of my problem was simple self-confidence. I
lacked enough of it to court rejection by asking out people who were NOT
already my friends.

"Therein lay the root of my problem. I needed to be confident enough to ask
someone out and to not act like they'd be doing me a favor by going out with
me. My friends who were women liked me just fine as a friend, they did not
want to spoil things by starting a relationship, which I can understand. Once
I found that I could handle a little rejection and even handle short
relationships that didn't work out, I was able to find the real thing. I have
been with my lady for two years and while things have not always been perfect
or easy, I would not trade it for anything.

"You'll get there. And if you don't expect every date to turn into a steady
or every relationship to last until death do you part, you'll even have fun
getting there."

"To never giving up!" <Smash!>

Michael Johnson                           "We are the Priests of the Temples
University of Maine System                 of Syrinx. Our great computers fill
Computing and Data Processing Services     the hallowed halls." - Neil Peart

From kaufman@gmu90x.gmu.edu Thu Nov 30 23:29:57 1989
From: kaufman@gmu90x.gmu.edu (Ken Kaufman)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Toasting the night away
Date: 30 Nov 89 15:40:19 GMT
Reply-To: kaufman@gmu90x.UUCP (Ken Kaufman)
Organization: George Mason University, Fairfax, Va.
Status: O

"Serious drinks for serious toasts," he replied to Long-Drink McGonnigle
as he took the penultimate sip of his Manischewitz Blackberry.
"Besides, I just had to see if Mike had it in stock."

He got up and walked past a table where another punfest had broken out ...

     "So you suggest we shift from music puns to SF.  Well, there's
      no reason we can't have our cake and eat it too.  After all,
      anyone with a Quick Sliver of inspiration, and his Big Brother
      too, can make ones that fit into both categories which will make
      a lot of people Dead Grateful that they can flee on the next
      Airplane out of town."

... up to the chalk line by the fireplace.

     "To ambiguity in acronyms!"  <*Crash*>

Needless to say, voices from at least three different parts of The Place
echoed, "To AA!"

He walked back to the bar and placed down another commemorative picture
of George Washington.  "How about one of those schizoid specials - a Rum
and Jolt?"

He downed it in one gulp.  If such were possible, his green eyes glowed
with even more fire, more intensity, than before.  Back to the chalk
line he strode, purposefully ...

"To Commitment!"  Into the fireplace the glass went with a thunderous
smash.

"Come to think of it, maybe I should be committed ... I pay a terrible
price, but couldn't see myself living any other way.  I may be slow to
make definitive commitments, but when I do, I stick to them.  No
half-assed inbetweens.  I guess it's just a matter of integrity to me.

Now how does this affect me, you may ask?  Well, take my work situation.
Please.  Here I am in the nth year of doctoral work, floundering around
the detours being thrown at me left & right, losing my sense of purpose,
but wanting to get it done, not just for me, but for the rest of my
team, who've invested so much in me.  Plus, there is the self-gratitude -
without that stupid piece of paper, I'll feel I've completely wasted the
last few years.  But with it, I'll have climbed the mountain, and I will
know I can do it again.  I am committed to completing this degree,
practically even if it kills me.

And what then when I finally get out of here?  How should I know?  Do
you really think I'm fool enough to commit myself to some line of work
when I don't really have the info on what's out there, and it will
probably change next month anyway?  I may not even stay in the field.

But barring massive personality change, I can't totally expect to ever
voluntarily leave my first all-time job.  Loyalty and all that crap.

And what do they say about indispensibility?

And then there's the social side of things.  I'm slow to commit to women
to any degree at all - probably cost me dozens of nice flings and
relationships - but when I do ... well, one of these days, I'd like to
meet my equal in such 'moral fiber.'

Should I become an unreliable bum just for the sake of improving my lot?
Doesn't matter.  That won't happen."

--Ken Kaufman (kaufman@gmu90x.gmu.edu)

From snoopy@fig.ucsb.edu Thu Nov 30 23:29:58 1989
From: snoopy@fig.ucsb.edu (Smith, Jamie Lynn)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Poem Review, + Request for Personal Info About Posters
Date: 30 Nov 89 18:53:17 GMT
Reply-To: snoopy@fig.UUCP (Smith)
Organization: U Can Study Buzzed, but I don't recommend it!
Keywords: Good Poetry.
Summary: Poem:  Love and Spring.
Status: O

In article <YZOM7aa00WAIE5FUUa@andrew.cmu.edu> dc2o+@andrew.cmu.edu (David L. Chute) writes:
(stuff respectfully deleted...)
>I'll post one of her poems, and I'd like to hear comments. If you don't
>
>Love and Spring
>(copyright 5/89)
>
>Love and Spring are the same budding flower 
>Who orients her face on the young sun.
>But all these are confined by time, and hour-
>They wither and die, as soon as they've begun.
>    If Spring were eternal, or buds didn't fade!
>    Perhaps love could yet last, in endless dawn.
>    But sunset comes; the earth is left in shade.
>    Love and light fade form sight, and then are gone.
>The sun leaves the earth alone, cold, and dark.
>If even eath chills, how shall I endure 
>When you, with sweet love, part from me? But hark!
>Birds herald the dawn: light is here once more.
>     For you, I'll taste even darkness's debt,
>     Knowing a sunrise follows each sunset.

Beautiful.  It's very structured (for some reason, most professors of
late don't like structure... but, hey! Song lyrics are very structured, and
very poetic, and they do very well! (Depending on the song)), but I like
structure!  The only unstructured poetry I like comes from certain song 
lyrics from Genesis and Phil Collins records, and even they have a certain
complex structuring.

But, mainly, I love what the words say, and the phrasing of what they say.
Tell your shy friend that she has future.  She's like an artist friend of mine.
My friend is incredible at real life paintings.  One quarter, she got stuck
with all modern art professors.... no-one liked her work!  Just tell her that
the people who teach her aren't necessarily the smartest people around.
Their minds can't recognize things for beauty's sake.... they are stuck into
some strange mode of teaching, where they think that things can only be done
one way, whether or not another way might be more beautiful and more
intelligent than theirs.  The modern art professor's didn't like
my friends work, but her work was more time consuming than the paintings some
of the modern artists in her classes cranked out... and her work was also more
of a pleasure to look at.

For some reason, her poem reminds me of Beauty and the Beast.  It reminds me of
the sort of poetry that the character Vincent would read.  I can hear him
reading it.  I can also hear the character Catherine reading it.

I'm sorry if this is the Umpteenth article posted on this peom... I've fallen
behind on reading this group, and I don't know what's been posted
after the original posting of the poem...

Well, enough from me.  Beagles shouldn't talk so much... it ruins their 
howling voices.

Mike!  Another Root-Beer, Please!  (slaps dollar down... where do Beagles
get their money, anyway?)  And get that Teddy Bear over their another milk!
(slaps another dollar down, picks up the root-beer in thumbless paws, and
downs it in one long swalow).  To Good Poetry!  To anything Beautiful, and
to Recognizing that Beauty!  (Crash!!!)

P.S.  Anyone around here a Beauty and the Beast fan?  This probably belongs
in Rec.arts.tv, but I'd rather talk about it among a "close-nit newsgroup" 
than something as big as RAT.

Hey, here's and idea.... Let's all post a little bit about our true selves...
interests, hobbies, jobs, age, sex, height, hair color, favorite food, 
favorite color, fav tv shows, etc, anything of interest.  Oh, for College
students (of which I am... Beagles are very smart ;-)), majors and Colleges,
oh, and location within this country/world might be good, too.  This way,
those of us with common interests can get discussions going about those
interests.  I'm not trying to break this newsgroup up into teeny little
parts, but it would be nice to talk with friends about some of my hobbies...

I guess I'll start:
Jamie Lynn Smith.
Kayaking (lake, mainly), Camping, Cycling, Hiking, Watching too much tv, etc.
None of the above hobbies are pursued professionally.
No job at present.
Age: 21.  Sex: Female (ok, I know Snoopy is male, but I identify with him
alot! :-)).
Height: 5'  Weight: 113 lbs (ok, physical descriptions should be optional...
but this gives you a picture of me
other than "funny looking dog wearing a flight helmet").
Hair:  Brunett, shoulder length, perm growing out.  Eyes:  Hazel, and near-
sighted!.
Favorite food:  Italian, and anything resembling Pizza.
Favorite color: Red, or any strong hue in the rainbow.
Fav..... tv shows:  Star Trek the Next Generation.  Beauty and the Beast.
                    Cheers.  Magnum P.I.
"""""""" Movies:  Virtually anything done by Lucas or Spielberg.
College: University of California, at Santa Barbara (U Can Study Buzzed)
Major:  Computer Science
Location:  Santa Barbara, California.
----Done (for now)----  :-)

>+-------------------------------------------------------------+
>|                   David L. Chute                        
>| >>dc2o+@andrew.cmu.edu                                  
>+-------------------------------------------------------------+
>|               Gaerdil Menelmacar                      
>|  of the Barony-Marche of the Debatable Lands    
>+-------------------------------------------------------------+
>|  "I am, in no particular order, a Midn 3/C, a CCon, an  
>| SCA fighter, a very nice guy, and in no particuar order 
>+-------------------------------------------------------------+

Snoopy (aka Jamie Lynn Smith)
----"WOOF"----
****************** The World War One Flying Ace *************************
* "I'll get you some day, Red Baron!"  --- Snoopy    | Jamie Lynn Smith *
* "|!| !!! |!||! |||!!||!  ||!|!||!|"  --- Woodstock | CS ugrad at UCSB *
********************************* mail to snoopy@cornu.ucsb.edu *********

From karl@cheops.cis.ohio-state.edu Thu Nov 30 23:29:59 1989
From: karl@cheops.cis.ohio-state.edu (Karl Kleinpaste)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: explanations (long!) and a toast.
Date: 30 Nov 89 19:05:36 GMT
Distribution: alt
Organization: Ohio State Computer Science
In-reply-to: n8946177@unicorn.WWU.EDU's message of 29 Nov 89 20:29:21 GMT
Status: O

The tall gent with the longish brown hair steps over to the bar,
fishes in his wallet for a single, parks it on the bar.  "A very cold
DrPepper, ifyadontmind."  A buck is an obscene price for a mere soft
drink, but he doesn't care much for any form of alcohol, and besides,
one is purchasing considerably more than a mere liquid when in Mike's
place.  He takes the DrP, settles into an out-of-the-way chair by
himself, and slouches over the table, staring at the fire.  He doesn't
drink the DrP yet - just fiddles with the glass while staring.

He's been pondering the words he saw from the blue-winged kitten for
most of a day, placing them in juxtaposition against his own thoughts
and the experiences of the last year.  Y'see, the gent is a foster
parent.  He's been doing this for a year, and has already had 5 kids
go through his home.  It's been feeling like there's a @#$% revolving
door on the house.  And seeing the kitten's words about home-as-hell
rather hit home for himself, and he's found that it's very hard to
read those sorts of things without taking some time out for himself in
dark, quiet corners for a bit.  He prays a little and remembers...

...the 3-yr-old girl so badly nourished that she was smaller than his
own not-that-big 2-year-old, and whose front teeth had literally
rotted to death in place...the 8-month-old boy whose babysitter called
in a suspected abuse case due to the burns on his chest and
arms...little Tommy, born with cocaine in his blood and marijuana in
his urine, taken from his mother at birth, spent the first 4 months in
a foster home that was not a whole lot better, that family losing its
foster license with him in their "care"; at least he could be pleased
with how well Tommy progressed while in his own home...the 4-year-old
girl found wandering the streets late on a weekend night, who had to
be comforted a long time while she cried herself to sleep for 2 nights
before her parents were found...the 3-year-old girl placed in the
foster system yet again, her 3rd time already...

So many things.  So many bad things.  It seems that it even begins to
get hard to remember which was which at times.  It's so hard at
times...so hard to look at them and see what has happened to them.  So
hard to watch them go, especially after they've been around a couple
of months.  At least he can still see Tommy when he wants; his
adoptive mother is happy to have the gent's family come by from time
to time...

He hasn't had to deal with a sexual abuse case yet.  Yet.  He will -
it's just a given - the only question is when it'll happen.  He's not
happy about the prospect.  But he knows he'll get through it when it
happens...somehow.  He spends a lot of time in prayer over such things.

Finally, he straightens, then stands up.

"To children; may they all find mommies and daddies who really care;
and may the Lord help me help those who haven't found 'em yet."

Prayer comes in many forms.

<gulp>

Never, ever underestimate the gent's ability to drain a DrP in a hurry.

<smash>

He sits back down...lays his head in his crossed arms on the
table...falls asleep...gads, he's tired, so very tired...

From stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu Thu Nov 30 23:30:00 1989
From: stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu (Steven Stadnicki,9B23 Woodstock,2680000,5186432664)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: A Toast
Date: 30 Nov 89 19:17:27 GMT
Reply-To: stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu
Organization: Clarkson University, Potsdam, NY
Status: O

Something of some (minor) importance to me, and a toast to it:
For those who can hear me, and those who can't:

"To visual news!" <*boink*>

Specifically, to the news servers around here, which seem to get things to
some places, but not others.  I'm making a request now, one that's going to
be a pain in the ass to some people (including me), but which is important
to me: will everyone who sees this please try and send me e-mail?  I'm asking
because I'd like to know who can see me, and who can't.  If not many people
can, I may have to start posting through someone, in which case there may be
another annoying request like this soon...

                           Steven Stadnicki
                           stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu
                           stadnism@clutx.bitnet
                             To Jen, and Austin, and Gilly,
                           and everyone else who knows what
                           I mean:
                           Home is where your friends are.

From nlp@vu-vlsi.Villanova.EDU Thu Nov 30 23:30:00 1989
From: nlp@vu-vlsi.Villanova.EDU (Nick Pine)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: A Toast
Date: 30 Nov 89 13:44:51 GMT
Reply-To: nlp@vu-vlsi.UUCP (Nick Pine)
Distribution: alt
Organization: Villanova Univ. EE Dept.
Status: O

The troll bursts in and orders a pint of Old Peculier, which he slorches
down. He spins on his heel and winds up and flings the flagon into the
fireplace, where it explodes [slow motion] into a thousand streaks of light,
which vanish, along with the troll, in rivulets of smoke, briefly forming
these words in the air:

* To Truth! May we fail to tell it more often! *

Nick  (rutgers!vu-vlsi!nlp? Nothing from you yet, Gilly...)

      (Who finds himself having spoken the truth lately, more often than
       he would really like to have done.)

From hammer@pawl.rpi.edu Thu Nov 30 23:30:01 1989
From: hammer@pawl.rpi.edu (James A. Damour)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re:  Request for Personal Info About Posters
Date: 30 Nov 89 20:35:58 GMT
Followup-To: article 220
Organization: Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Troy NY
Keywords: age, hobbies, et al
Summary: basic info on yours truely
Status: O


 Allright, I'm game to give personal stats, why not?

name: James Alfred Damour
hobbies: sf books, rp/board- games, SCA, discussing poly-dimensional geometries
job: only during the summers (work at King's Dominion, and amusement park)
age: 19
sex: mail
height: 5'6"(I think)
weight: 140-150 (not sure)
hair: brown (and in desperate need of a trim :) 
eyes: ditto (and also nearsighted, use glasses (they keep hair out of eyes :)) 
favorite food: most anything in large quantities that don' come from cafeteria
favorite music: later Floyd, Queen, Styx, CCR
favorite movies: Ladyhawke, Princess Bride, Parenthood, Enemy Mine
college: RPI (as above)
major: math (applied, NOT pure... I want to do things that MEAN something)
location: Troy, NY (near Albany)
typical condition: generally clueless, but willing to help

Is that what you wanted? BTW, would you prefer to be called Jamie, Snoopy,
or something completely different?


James Damour
hammer@pawl.rpi.edu

