Test?

Is the list down, or is everyone just being really quiet? Last message I got
was early Sunday afternoon, nearly 30hrs ago.

Is the list dead, or just pining for the fiords?

:>

On Wednesday, September 17, 2003 12:18 PM, Brian Burger
> [SMTP:yh728@victoria.tc.ca] wrote:

ee's not pining, he's passed on!

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I really didn't have much to say, but the only that I have been sitting on my
perch in the first place was that I had been NAILED there.

The_Beast

'only... that' insert 'reason'... *ahem*

Beautiful plumage!

The_Beast

> At 9:34 PM -0500 16/9/2003, Doug Evans wrote:

Got any cheese?

MarkS

Is the list down, or is everyone just being really quiet? Last message I got
was early Sunday afternoon, nearly 30hrs ago.

Is the list dead, or just pining for the fiords?

Hello Polly! I have A nice cuttlefish for you!

> ------------------------------

But now he's stunned! Yeah, you stunned him just as he was wakin' up!

> Andreas Udby wrote:
Listen, If I hadn't nailed this list to its perch, it would have nuzzled up to
its server, bend them apart with is beak, and fuumph!!! *whistle noise*

On Thursday, September 18, 2003 1:46 PM, Kyle Klingler
> [SMTP:kklingle@columbus.rr.com] wrote:
up!
> >
*whistle
> noise*

Anyone get the feeling we're all totally insane...

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> On Thu, 18 Sep 2003, Robertson, Brendan wrote:

> On Thursday, September 18, 2003 1:46 PM, Kyle Klingler
up!
> > >
*whistle
> > noise*

Only the feeling? No, just remove the first four words from your sentance and
it'll be accurate.

<evil grin> I *knew* a little dose of Python would do the trick. Better
than a bit of cuttlefish for an ex-parrot, or something!

Oh, and if you want a bigger dose:
http://www.lightfantastic.org/imr/extras/scraps/deadparrot.html

> > Anyone get the feeling we're all totally insane...

Nonsense, I'm completely normal. Granted, 99.84% of the human race is
abnormal, but that's hardly *my* fault.

Hello Polly! I have A nice cuttlefish for you!

But now he's stunned! Yeah, you stunned him just as he was wakin' up!

Listen, If I hadn't nailed this list to its perch, it would have nuzzled up to
its server, bend them apart with is beak, and fuumph!!! *whistle noise*

Anyone get the feeling we're all totally insane...

That or Sci-fi gamers.....Kind of a toss up, pretty close huh...)

"It is hard to type with your nose, though the good news is the nice people
here tell me I'll be out of he restraints soon..)"

On Thu, 18 Sep 2003 13:51:10 +1000 "Robertson, Brendan"
> <Brendan.Robertson@dva.gov.au> writes:

You just noticed?

It's the people who claim to be sane who scare me!

Regards,

What war gamer does that???

On Thu, 18 Sep 2003 14:30:32 +0100 "Matt Tope" <mptope@omnihybrid.com>
writes:
> It's the people who claim to be sane who scare me!

Amazing what some cut and paste will do:

Kra'vak Sketch (ex-parrot sketch).

Praline: Hello, I wish to register a complaint... Hello? Miss? Shopkeeper:
What do you mean, miss? Praline: Oh, I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make
a complaint. Shopkeeper: Sorry, we're closing for lunch. Praline: Never mind
that my lad, I wish to complain about this Kra'Vak what I purchased not half
an hour ago from this very boutique. Shopkeeper: Oh yes, the Va'Tas. What's
wrong with it? Praline: I'll tell you what's wrong with it. It's dead, that's
what's wrong with it. Shopkeeper: No, no it's resting, look! Praline: Look my
lad, I know a dead Kra'Vak when I see one and I'm looking at one right now.
Shopkeeper: No, no sir, it's not dead. It's resting. Praline: Resting?
Shopkeeper: Yeah, remarkable alien the Va'Tas, beautiful coloration, innit?
Praline: The coloration don't enter into it -- it's stone dead.
Shopkeeper: No, no -- it's just resting.
Praline: All right then, if it's resting I'll wake it up. [SHOUTS INTO CAGE]
Hello Kevin! I've got a nice kitten for you when you wake up, Kevin Kra'Vak!

Shopkeeper: [JOGGING CAGE] There it moved. Praline: No he didn't. That was you
pushing the cage. Shopkeeper: I did not. Praline: Yes, you did. [TAKES KRA'VAK
OUT OF CAGE, SHOUTS] Hello Kevin, Kevin... [BANGS IT'S HEAD AGAINST COUNTER]
Kevin Kra'Vak, wake up. Kevin.
[THROWS IT IN THE AIR AND LETS IT FALL TO THE FLOOR] Now that's what I
call a dead Kra'Vak. Shopkeeper: No, no it's stunned. Praline: Look my lad,
I've had just about enough of this. That Kra'Vak is definitely deceased. And
when I bought it not half an hour ago, you assured me that its lack of
movement was due to it being tired and shagged out after a long bloodthirsty
rampage. Shopkeeper: It's probably pining for the moons. Praline: Pining for
the moons, what kind of talk is that? Look, why did it fall flat on its back
the moment I got it home? Shopkeeper: The Va'Tas prefers kipping on its back.
Beautiful alien, lovely coloration. Praline: Look, I took the liberty of
examining that Kra'Vak, and I discovered that the only reason that it had been
sitting upright in the first place was that it had been nailed there.
Shopkeeper: Well of course it was nailed there. Otherwise it would muscle up
to those bars and voom. Praline: Look matey... [PICKS UP KRA'VAK] this Kra'Vak
wouldn't voom if I put four thousand volts through it. It's bleeding demised.
Shopkeeper: It's not, it's pining. Praline: It's not pining, it's passed on.
This Kra'Vak is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet
its maker. This is a late Kra'Vak. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in
peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the floor, it would be pushing up the
daisies. It's rung down
the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-Kra'Vak.
Shopkeeper: Well, I'd better replace it then. Praline: [TO CAMERA] If you want
to get anything done in this country you've got to complain till you're blue
in the mouth. Shopkeeper: Sorry guy, we're right out of Kra'Vaks. Praline: I
see. I see. I get the picture. Shopkeeper: I've got a Phalon. Praline: Does it
talk? Shopkeeper: Not really, no. Praline: Well, it's scarcely a replacement,
then is it? Shopkeeper: Listen, I'll tell you what, [HANDING OVER A CARD] tell
you what, if you go to my brother's alien emporium in New Anglia he'll replace
your Kra'Vak for you. Praline: New Anglia eh? Shopkeeper: Yeah. Praline: All
right. He leaves, holding the Kra'Vak. Caption: A SIMILAR ALIEN EMPORIUM IN
NEW ANGLIA, LANCS
Close-up of sign on door reading: 'Similar Alien emporiums Ltd'. Pull
back from sign to see same alien emporium. Shopkeeper now has moustache.
Praline walks into shop. He looks around with interest, noticing the empty
Kra'Vak cage still on the floor. Praline: Er, excuse me. This is New Anglia,
is it? Shopkeeper: No, no it's, er, Ipswich.
Praline: [TO CAMERA] That's Inter-Planetary Starships for you. [LEAVES]
Man in porter's outfit standing at complaints desk for starline. Praline
approaches. Praline: I wish to make a complaint. Porter: I don't have to do
this, you know. Praline: I beg your pardon? Porter: I'm a qualified brain
surgeon. I only do this because I like being my own boss. Praline: Er, excuse
me, this is irrelevant, isn't it? Porter: Oh yeah, it's not easy to pad these
out to thirty minutes. Praline: Well I wish to make a complaint. I got on the
New Anglia starship and found myself deposited here in Ipswich. Porter: No,
this is New Anglia. Praline: [TO CAMERA] The alien emporium owner's brother
was lying. Porter: Well you can't blame New Anglia Starships for that.
Praline: If this is New Anglia, I shall return to the alien emporium. Caption:
A LITTLE LATER LTD Praline walks into the shop again. Praline: I understand
that this is New Anglia. Shopkeeper: Yes. Praline: Well, you told me it was
Ipswich. Shopkeeper: It was a pun. Praline: A pun? Shopkeeper: No, no, not a
pun, no. What's the other thing which reads the same backwards as forwards?
Praline: A palindrome? Shopkeeper: Yes, yes. Praline: It's not a palindrome.
The palindrome of New Anglia would be Ailgna Wen. It don't work. Shopkeeper:
Look, what do you want? Praline: No I'm sorry, I'm not prepared to pursue my
line of enquiry any further as I think this is getting too silly. Colonel:
[COMING IN] Quite agree. Quite agree. Silly. Silly... silly. Right, call the
bat squad. Well, get on with it. *whack* <pause>
*whack**whack**whack**whack**whack**whack**whack**whack* <pause>*whack**whack*
Adapted from "All the Words: Volume One," by Graham Chapman, et. al.,
copyright 1989 Random House, Inc.

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Exactly...!!!!

[quoted original message omitted]

In a message dated 9/19/03 2:00:34 AM,
> owner-gzg-digest@lists.CSUA.Berkeley.EDU writes:

<< >Anyone get the feeling we're all totally insane...
> Brendan

You just noticed?
> [quoted text omitted]

No, we not insane, I sure we could pass the test and pass as sane... Most
gamers can.

:-)

> DOCAgren@aol.com wrote:
Most
> gamers can.

sigh>

I rolled a '1' again....

Mk

In a message dated 9/23/03 2:00:47 AM,
> owner-gzg-digest@lists.CSUA.Berkeley.EDU writes:

<< From: Indy <kochte@stsci.edu>
Subject: Re: Test?

> DOCAgren@aol.com wrote:
Most
> gamers can.

sigh>

I rolled a '1' again....

Mk
> [quoted text omitted]

And that is something new?  :-P

> I rolled a '1' again....

> Mk

> And that is something new? :-P

> DOC Agren

> (Lurker on the Digest)

We usually don't have to rub his nose in it; his tone of resignation is
delicious enough. ;->=

The_Beast

PS Not unlike the fellow trying to roll a save of 18 when my one of my last
two 'extra's in G.A.S.L.I.G.H.T tried a successful long shot at his 'hero'
general this Sunday. The table was covered with dead Brit and German colonial
troops, both our cannon jammed, his slightly scratched armor
walker and steam tanks coming on unchallenged. Toss - 19. *he he*