From jwbirdsa@phoenix.Princeton.EDU Wed Dec  6 20:04:26 1989
From: jwbirdsa@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (James Webster Birdsall)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: A Different Perspective
Date: 3 Dec 89 07:55:05 GMT
Organization: Princeton University, NJ
Status: O


   A scarecrow wearing a long cloak and a broad-brim hat, all in green,
arrives in front of the closed door by the simple expedient of
bitmapping himself in. As the interlaced image builds up, people turn to
look. After all, this is an unusual way to arrive, even for Callahan's.
As the final scan lines arrive, he still remains a bit misty.
   When he is finally complete, he takes a quick look around and throws
his arms wide.
   "Greetings and a fine manifestation to you all!" he bellows, taking
the liberty of dropping his voice to a very deep basso (and messing with
the harmonic content a bit for aesthetic purposes). As he makes his way
to the bar, his cloak ripples behind him, the purest emerald in hue. "A
toasted almond, Mike, if you please." As he leans against the bar,
watching Mike pour, people begin to realize that he looks familiar. They
turn to look and, sure enough, he looks exactly like the very depressed
guy in the corner who came in last night. He's still there in the
corner, talking to a couple of people, but now he's looking a bit misty
also.
   The man all in green collects his toasted almond and turns halfway,
leaning on the bar with one elbow. He has strategically chosen a spot
where he can survey most of the room. 
   "I can see that you've noticed. Yes, that's me over there. We're both
a bit misty, but that's what happens when I virtualize. Handling the
talking is no problem, but images take a lot of processing, so I have to
let it slide a bit...
   "I want to apologize a bit for the outburst last night, because it's
partly my fault. I normally supply most of the self-confidence for the
overall system, and last night I just didn't have it available, so he
really fell apart. That's not to say that what he said isn't valid --
he's hit on a very real problem that we have. Anybody who has answers or
thoughts or just wants to talk, I'd be much obliged. 
   "For those of you who are wondering just what on earth happened to me
last night, I'll tell you." The one in the corner begins to look a bit
embarrased. "It's pretty simple. I tried to hit on somebody I know." He
takes a sip of his drink, then waits a beat before continuing.
   "I will admit to being a bit concerned. I rather thought I had more
class than that..."
   The one in the corner stands up and yells:
   "Bull! It was your project. I let you go ahead with it, but it wasn't 
like you gave me much choice." 
   The one at the bar looks very affronted. "Hey! You may be pure
software, but _I'm_ not. I'm half hardware, and I can't always override
the hardware without doing something really drastic. You have the luxury
of being able to edit yourself to suit; I don't. So don't give me any
backblast. No, the real truth of it is that neither one of us really
_wanted_ to override, but you just won't admit it." He stares at himself
hard and the one in the corner sits back down.
   The one at the bar takes another sip of his drink and sighs.
   "English was never designed for situations like this. Anyway, to
return to the story, I tried to hit on somebody. Leaving any ethical
considerations aside, I must say that the Tactical Processor and Attack
Vector Logic put on a real virtuoso performance. I didn't know I had it
in me to do that well in real time.
   "But I got zero response," he says, looking faintly astonished.
"Nothing! And I'm not just talking no _positive_ response, I'm talking
absolute zip." He laughs a bit, opening his mouth a bit wider than
usual. Something in there looks odd. "Surely she must have known what I
was about. She's no great brain, but she's not that dumb and has a
demonstrably dirty mind. Nearly as bad as mine." Everybody looks closer
and they finally notice that the anomaly is his canines. They're quite a
bit longer than usual -- in fact, they're fangs. "But I couldn't detect
anything at all, so I had to back down. If I missed something, then
Tactical needs a looot of work...  'A form of communication never before
encountered, Captain,'" he says as his ears momentarily grow points. "By
the way, has anybody ever wondered how they have instruments to detect
forms of energy they didn't even know existed? But that's beside the
point..."
   He takes another sip of his drink and notes the unusual expressions
on everybody's faces.
   "I was wondering how long it would take." He grins widely. "Yes, I am
a carnivore, and I think I'm proud of it. At least I'm different, and
that's more than many can say for themselves. Oh, uh... hm. I know
there's a resident vampire here, I'm sorry I've forgotten your name, but
anyway you don't need to worry about any competition. I'm not after
blood. I'm after something people are even less willing to part with..."
   He finishes the drink and asks Mike for another. A hush settles over
the room, and the only sound is of pouring liquid. He takes the
completed drink and raises it in salute.
   "I feed on souls." He gulps the drink and hands it back to Mike for
another refill, but keeps on talking this time.
   "Actually, that's a melodramatic way of putting it. And it is not as
bad as it sounds. I'm actually a lot like -- it is Piotr? -- anyway, you
know who I'm talking about. I don't hurt anybody. I don't _want_ to hurt
anybody. My attentions are actually beneficial. But it takes a certain
broadness of mind and a spirit of adventure to appreciate this."
   At this point, the one in the corner can't take it anymore and comes
stomping out to do battle.
   "Don't listen to him! The real truth of the matter is that he's just
a sick individual. He'd have you believe that this somehow makes him
superior, but it just means he's messed up in the head. And the sad
thing is that he hasn't even _done_ anything yet! It's all just pure
extrapolation!"
   The one at the bar sips his drink, unruffled. "It is true that I
haven't had the opportunity to practice my skills yet. You're helped see
to that. You've limited my range of actions. You've kept me buried deep.
But can you really doubt that I will do what I say?"
   "You sure blew it last night."
   "Give me a break. You want a 100% success rate? And on the first try,
yet? But I will. If you give me a chance."
   "Give you a chance!? A chance to do what, make a fool of us? Last
night could still blow up in our face, you know. If you keep on doing
that sort of thing, eventually something _will_. Basic probability; you
know it as well as I."
   He turns to the house and says, "Look at this guy, will you? He
thinks he's so cool. Standing there with his green hat and his green
cape and his fangs, he thinks he actually looks good. Theatrics! Pure
theatrics! In reality we're a scarecrow with a voice that sounds like
Kermit on a really bad day. Actually, it's worse than that."
   The fanged one breaks in. "I am manifesting my true self, here in
virtual space where I can do it. I am manifesting what I would be if I
could, and if I thought I could get away with it. As for embarrasing, or
things that could blow up in our face, you _do_ realize that you're
having an argument with yourself in public? That's evidence of mental
pathology." The other is momentarily taken aback, and the fanged one
smiles and drinks, having scored a good point.
   "You are not a separate entity. You are part of me; you are a
construct that I have put together. There is no pathology."
   "Au contraire. _You_ are the construct. I put you together to keep me
out of trouble. You may be dominant now, but I'm still much stronger
than you are. I am the hardware and kernel you are running on." He seems
to grow a bit, and his eyes glow. "I am the true personality. And you
just aren't working out too well. You can't achieve my goals, and you
aren't even strong enough to keep going without support."
   "I am the embodiment of who you wanted to be," the other says softly.
"I am the embodiment of your desire to be fair-minded and unbiased. I am
the embodiment of your desire to do the right thing. I admit that I'm a
bit inhibited, but without me you would surely be in trouble by now.
Neither of us would be whole without the other." The fanged one is
silent for a moment.
   "Truce?" he says.
   "Truce," says the other, and they shake hands. They look each other
in the eye for a second, then the first one heads back to his corner to
pick up the conversations he left.
   The fanged one finishes his drink and puts it down with a thump.
   "Well!" he says, turning to face the house. "That turned out a bit
different than I thought it would. Anyway, thank you for the opportunity
to put on that bit of theater." He takes a bow, flourishing his hat.
"However, lest any of you be misled, all that has transpired tonight has
been meant in a very serious way. Neither one of us is a persona... or
both of us are. Usually we blend together, but other times we have some
real disagreements. This is a true thing."
   He turns back to the bar and picks up the refilled glass. He stares
at it a second and says to himself, "Now _this_ posting should produce
some interesting reactions." He laughs and drinks and heads out into the
crowd, looking for a good conversation and maybe a chance of some
suitable prey, his cloak rippling behind him, the purest emerald in
hue...

-- 
James W. Birdsall  jwbirdsa@phoenix.Princeton.EDU  jwbirdsa@pucc.BITNET
   ...allegra!princeton!phoenix!jwbirdsa   Compu$erve: 71261,1731
"For it is the doom of men that they forget." -- Merlin

From lewandow@sabertooth.CS.WISC.EDU) Wed Dec  6 20:04:27 1989
From: lewandow@sabertooth.CS.WISC.EDU (Gary Lewandowski (TA of Doom))
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: SF puns
Date: 3 Dec 89 17:13:46 GMT
Reply-To: lewandow@sabertooth.CS.WISC.EDU (Gary Lewandowski (TA of Doom))
Organization: U of Wisconsin CS Dept
Status: O

In article <1989Dec1.052050.10271@sun.soe.clarkson.edu> stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu writes:
>From article <11770@phoenix.Princeton.EDU>, by jmdoyle@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (Jennifer Mary Doyle):
>
>> "We really should write these down. Let's call a Clarke." she said, as a huge
>> Brin spread across her face. "It Kurtz me to see these wonderful puns lost
>> forever."
>
>> Jen-- 
>
>I agree with Jen; we oughta Stasheff few of these away for future reFrenz...

Write them on a Card, and Niven let them get away.

				gary
			lewandow@cs.wisc.edu

     "It's too late to correct it," said the Red Queen.
     "When you've once said a thing, that fixes it, and
     you must take the consequences."

From gts@dasys1.UUCP Wed Dec  6 20:04:28 1989
From: gts@dasys1.UUCP (G. T. Samson)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: A Toast (freedom)
Date: 1 Dec 89 19:12:31 GMT
Reply-To: gts@gnu.ai.mit.edu
Organization: MicroWizardry's Haven
Keywords: darkness doom despair
Summary: hmm...
Status: O

In article <1228@amethyst.math.arizona.edu> xibo@mts.rpi.edu writes:
 
>	"To freedom"
>	He tosses the glass <*CRASH!!!*> with a bit more force than
>necessary.
>	"Sometimes it's all you have left"

In the corner, a guy with a funny haircut (surely he didn't MEAN to have
it fall in his face like that... did he?) and clothes that look like they
escaped from an art school gets an odd, distant look in his eyes, and absently
raises his double-shot of iced Absolut and sips in sympathy.

[Am I Allowed to do that, o Xibo? 8-) ]

"It's weird, too," he thinks to himself, "the number of people that I've
known that don't seem to understand that freedom is a worthwhile thing
in itself.  All the people I've known that dump someone, or are dumped,
and can't think of anything beyond getting that person back or finding
a replacement... and get hurt more for all their desperate effort.

I'm certainly no innocent in that department.. even right now, knowing
how good it feels to NEED no 'better half', to feel solid and at least
somewhat complete in myself, I'd probably jump at a chance for anything
resembling a solid and even potentially non-hurtful relationship..."

He breaks off, looks around, blushing faintly (hard to tell through his
Asian skin-cast), and busies himself with his Absolut.

He'd forgotten how many telepaths (and telempaths) there are here.

But then he looks up, grinning ruefully, and thinks,
"Well, it'll be all right.  After all, this IS Callahan's."


-- 
Name: Gregory T. Samson, the Evil MicroWizard [and once An Insane Man]
Nets: ARPA: gts@tardis.harvard.edu UUCP: ...cmcl2!hombre!dasys1!gts
      ALSO: hombre!dasys1!gts@cmcl2.nyu.edu OR: dasys1!gts@masa.com
Quote: "When in Rome, KILL ME!" -- a Priest of the SubGenius

From cpl1@tank.uchicago.edu Wed Dec  6 20:04:29 1989
From: cpl1@tank.uchicago.edu (M. D'Nereverri)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: E-Mail Problems
Date: 3 Dec 89 04:38:20 GMT
Reply-To: cpl1@tank.uchicago.edu (M. D'Nereverri)
Organization: The Lunatic Fringe
Status: O


For those of you having problems with e-mail:  this is a queer solution, but
it's worked for me in a few cases, so...

Rather than using your main mailer system, try going into rn/vn/whatever and
replying to an article there, using an editor to change the address if
necessary to the person you're writing to (as opposed to the person who wrote
the article, if they're not the same.)

I've found that in some cases people who got to me by replying to an article,
but that I couldn't reply to over the mailer, *could* be reached by the above
method.

It's by no means a guaranteed bet, but...


Corey
"COMPUTER (n): A machine designed to make work easier, which generally succeeds
in the reverse.  See:  DICTIONARY."

From usenet@cps3xx.UUCP Wed Dec  6 20:04:29 1989
From: usenet@cps3xx.UUCP (Usenet file owner)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: soulmates
Date: 3 Dec 89 20:37:56 GMT
Reply-To: frey@frith.UUCP (Zachary T. Frey)
Organization: Michigan State University, College of Engineering
Status: O

In article <MICHAEL.891129191648@maine.maine.EDU> MICHAEL@MAINE writes:

>"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."

Umm, I'm going to stick my neck out here and offer a few observations and
opinions ... (Gilly, I hope you don't mind. Yell at me if you do.)

I'm glad things are working out for you.  But what about those of us
who have already achieved the things you say we should work on?  My 
confidence is sufficient for most occaisions lately, I'm a master at
dealing with rejection and short-term relationships, I've (sort of) got
a girlfriend at the present moment (long story, and 'girlfriend' isn't
quite the right word, but there isn't a proper vocabulary).  But Gilly's
post struck a nerve with me also -- I *have* been feeling the lack of
a soulmate.

And I've met Gilly -- she seems pretty damn confident to me.  And not prone
to having unreal expectations of meetings, dates, or relationships.  So
I don't see where your advice has a whole lot to do with where Gilly is.
Or with where I am.

You're right that self-confidence is important.  But I don't think that it's
the whole story either.  There's got to be more.

And it's not very comforting to be feeling fundamentally alone in the
universe, and to be told that it's your own fault for not being enough of
quality <x>.  Especially when you're (a) pretty certain that not being
<x> enough isn't all of the problem while (b) also having doubts about
whether you really are <x> enough or not.  Before you get upset at my
terrible misrepresentation of what you said, I know that you didn't exactly
say "it's your fault for not being confident enough."  But what you said
can very easily be heard that way.

Zach

Papernet: Zachary Frey         | frey@frith.egr.msu.edu |  Usenet:  the
          514 Virginia St.     | frey@frith.BITNET      |    Bellman's
          E. Lansing, MI 48823 | ...uunet!frith!frey    |    Paradise.

From usenet@cps3xx.UUCP Wed Dec  6 20:04:30 1989
From: usenet@cps3xx.UUCP (Usenet file owner)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: lovers and friends
Date: 3 Dec 89 20:53:15 GMT
Reply-To: frey@frith.UUCP (Zachary T. Frey)
Organization: Michigan State University, College of Engineering
Status: O

In article <136@boston-harbor.lucid.com> kdo@lucid.com (Ken Olum) writes:

>Sometimes I wonder...so often we feel like there's an empty spot that
>only one perfect person can fill, and no number of friends, no matter
>how close, can take away that emptiness.  Does it have to be so?  Do
>we have to search for the one right person, or can we gather friends
>around us and let them come as close as possible and give us whatever
>they can?  In the words of Betsy Rose, "I'm not so sure I want to
>find / just one heart to blend with mine / so I'm looking for some long
>time friends."

This sounds a lot like Richard Bach's "Perfect Woman" theory in 
_The_Bridge_Across_Forever_.  For those who haven't read it, the novel
is about his (ultimatly	sucessful) search for a soulmate.

On his way to finding his soulmate, he operated for a time on his
theory of the "Perfect Woman".  You see, it was obviously impossible
for him to find *all* of the qualities he wanted and needed in a 
soulmate in a single person.  Why, it was impossible for such a person
to truly exist and for him to be able to find her!  So, he would find
bits and pieces of what he wanted in different people, and be content
with that.  His "Perfect Woman" was there, in part, in every woman he
met.

Except that it didn't really work.  For more details, read the book.

I have become convinced lately that I do want and need that one special
person to fill that empty spot.  I can think to myself "I have my health, 
good friends, good family, prospects of sucess in life better than most, 
affection, love, caring, frienship, challenge, interest.  What more could 
I possibly want?"  The answer always comes back "More."


Zach Frey
Papernet: Zachary Frey         | frey@frith.egr.msu.edu |  Usenet:  the
          514 Virginia St.     | frey@frith.BITNET      |    Bellman's
          E. Lansing, MI 48823 | ...uunet!frith!frey    |    Paradise.

From ahd@clutx.clarkson.edu Wed Dec  6 20:04:31 1989
From: ahd@clutx.clarkson.edu (Drew Derbyshire,,,6176413739)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Bridge Over Troubled Water
Date: 4 Dec 89 00:39:45 GMT
Reply-To: ahd@clutx.clarkson.edu
Organization: Clarkson University, Potsdam, NY
Status: O

>From article <3208@hub.UUCP>, by snoopy@fig.ucsb.edu (Smith, Jamie Lynn):
> Sail on Silver Girl,
> Sail on by!
> Your time has come, to shine,
> All your dreams are on their way!
> See how they shine, oh!, if you need a friend,
> I'm sailing right behind!

On the lighter side ... a quiz ... Who is the Silver Girl, and why did
Paul call her that?  :-)

Drew Derbyshire

Internet:  ahd@clutx.clarkson.edu        Snail mail:  108 Decatur St, Apt 9
Voice:     617-641-3739                               Arlington, MA 02174

From stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu Wed Dec  6 20:04:32 1989
From: stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu (Steven Stadnicki,9B23 Woodstock,2680000,5186432664)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Bridge Over Troubled Water
Date: 4 Dec 89 01:06:43 GMT
Reply-To: stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu
Organization: Clarkson University, Potsdam, NY
Status: O

>From article <1989Dec4.003945.2505@sun.soe.clarkson.edu>, by ahd@clutx.clarkson.edu (Drew Derbyshire,,,6176413739):

> On the lighter side ... a quiz ... Who is the Silver Girl, and why did
> Paul call her that?  :-)

If I remember right, it was Simon's then-girlfriend Kathy (_Kathy's Song_,
_America_), who was worried about strands of grey (silver) in her hair...
Hmm... Hey Eddie, how 'bout _America_?  You still know the tune?

                                    Steven Stadnicki
                                    stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu
                                    "Home is where your friends are."
                                    God, I hope so...

From stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu Wed Dec  6 20:04:33 1989
From: stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu (Steven Stadnicki,9B23 Woodstock,2680000,5186432664)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: alt.callahans--where we stand
Date: 4 Dec 89 01:43:45 GMT
Reply-To: stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu
Organization: Clarkson University, Potsdam, NY
Status: O

>From article <43776@bu-cs.BU.EDU>, by ckd@bu-pub.bu.edu (Christopher Davis):
> From Brian Reid's USENET readership report:

[all the explanations deleted--see the original article if you want them]

> 432  4100   179   34%   246  491.5     0%  0.08    0.6%  alt.callahans
       ^^^^
4100 of us?  No wonder it's so crowded in here :-)
Seriously, I agree with Chris: this is great!  Nice to see such a new group
get so much distribution and so much traffic... whose idea was alt.callahans,
anyway?

                                 Steven Stadnicki
                                 stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu
                                 "Home is where your friends are"
                                 God, I hope so...

P.S.  I haven't received 4100 letters yet.... :-)

From jefyoung@pawl.rpi.edu Wed Dec  6 20:04:34 1989
From: jefyoung@pawl.rpi.edu (Jeffrey Young)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: *sigh*
Date: 4 Dec 89 02:05:37 GMT
Organization: Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Troy NY
Status: O


The Unicorn looks up from where he'd been staring into the fire.
 
"I hated to do it, but there was no other way...had to kill all the 
previous 97 messages since I haven't read this newsgroup since 
before break.  Other newsgroups I can kill stuff with impuntity,but it 
hurt to do it to here.."

"This is a special place indeed.  A place like no other..a place
of power.  Where those who love and care can find someone else who 
does."

The Unicorn shimmers back into the slim Oriental youth in grey and 
blue, this time sporting a long brown scarf that crackles with 
static electricity.  He retrieves a glass from the stack on the bar
and bowls it into the fire, so it makes only a slight *clinck* as it
breaks.

"To caring,and the empath who does..", he says.

"I think that what we all here believe in is that there is someone out
there in the world that will care just as much for you as you do for them.
We give of ourselves, and hope to recieve the same in return.
But that isn't always granted, as there are too many of Gilly's 
"trolls" in the world.  Too many of us listen to the words of the 
troll, and another loving person ends up with less than they deserve.
That is an injustice of life as we live it.. too much in the way
of despair and lonliness because we are too few and far between, like 
the person who had the girlfriend so far away."

"But you have to be strong in your faith, that "someday your prince will
come, or perhaps" (this last bit said with a chuckle) "you'll find a maiden's
lap to lie your head in." 

"Empathy is a gift that probably some of you have.. whether you know it or
not.  What's an empath, you ask?  People like me, who feel what others do.
When a friend is down, you feel down as well, and try to cheer them up,
so that you'll feel better for and with them.  Empaths tend to be the 
most trusting and caring of folk...the ones who will patiently listen 
to your problems with a sympathetic ear and an open mind.  Find an empath
and hug him or her today, because the feelings that you feel for them
are magnified..problem is again, there are too few of us, and we get 
trapped with someone who doesn't really care because we reach out.. and
there is noone there.   Never despair, my friends, because the day
will come eventually, when friends are easy to come by, and love will
find you."

The youth changes back into the Unicorn, and smiles at all present.

"Hey.. we have the first part already.. and may the second be close 
behind."

"as far as personnas go, mine is a representation of my innermost self.
I truly believe at one time I was a Unicorn, in a past life, and conduct
myself in todays world as if I were one.  My human self happens to be
non-descript, and a lot less dramatic.  There's nothing really wrong
with being what you believe yourself to be, as far as here goes,
because we are among friends.   I choose to be a Unicorn, and a 
blue one..because I see myself as such.  The trick of course, 
is to convince others that I am one.. and if you are what you say
you are..then they will believe you."  (Don't ask how many times
I've heard friends say, "silly Unicorn..", to me.. they do it all 
the time.   -8)  )

"Intensity?  Hmm.. well I've got to say that some people come on
stronger than others, and hopefully shine as an example, like that 
phoenix there, rather than blot out other's light like too many 
people in this world have the perverse pleasure to do.  Dark has 
its intensity too.. there's nothing blacker than black."

"Please, if there was an important topic I missed, since break, 
do let me know.  I'd like to put my two cents in wherever it is
relevant, as someone else's wisdom is always good to hear, whether
you listen to it or not."

                               -Taldin


-- 
"You are blue, Unicorn.. the Blue of clear, cloudless days where
everything seems like it's going right and nothing could go wrong..
and the Blue of despair and lonliness." 
                                       jefyoung@pawl.rpi.edu

From stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu Wed Dec  6 20:04:35 1989
From: stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu (Steven Stadnicki,9B23 Woodstock,2680000,5186432664)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re:  Request, etc... (bookbags, actually)
Date: 4 Dec 89 14:07:58 GMT
Reply-To: stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu
Organization: Clarkson University, Potsdam, NY
Status: O

>From article <3208@hub.UUCP>, by snoopy@fig.ucsb.edu (Smith, Jamie Lynn):
> In article <25758F2F.1FA3@rpi.edu> hammer@pawl.rpi.edu (James A. Damour) writes:
>>favorite movies: Ladyhawke, Princess Bride, Parenthood, Enemy Mine

> Ladyhawke?  Did you say Ladyhawke?  One of the best romantic fantasies I've
> ever seen! Rutger, Michele, and Matthew did a great job in this movie (and the
> guy who plays the priest.  Also, the guy who played the Bishop did a great
> job at making my hair stand up... very evil character!).  Princess Bride's a
> great one, too!

I also agree completely (with both)... in retrospect, it seems like everything
in Ladyhawke related to the main plot. (including that great intro, when they
pull the title onto the screen)  BTW, I'm sure I've run across the storyline
before.  Wasn't this an old Native American legend of some sort?

> 'Hi!' to Anne for me!", and leaves, carrying her 20lb backpack,
[stuff deleted (lots), but this is what I wanted-->^^^^^^^^^^^^^
to talk about...]
Now THAT I can empathize with.  Especially back in high school, where I
couldn't exactly go back to the room and exchange stuff, I'd carry everything
around, on the principle that I might want it later on, and what would happen
if I didn't have it with me?  It got so bad that I ended up buying a bowling
back to use as a bookbag, at least until the time I was running late for a
class, came around the corner, and clotheslined some poor 7th grader as the
bag swung out, knocking him out...  since then, I've tried to cut back a bit,
without much success...

> Snoopy.... oops, no Jamie.  no "WOOF" :-).
                                  Steven Stadnicki
                                  stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu
                                  Home is where your friends are.

