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On Wed, 23 Feb 2005 16:27:11 -0800, Bret Ripley <ripley@olywa.net>
wrote:
>On Thu, 24 Feb 2005 00:10:13 +0000, Lemming wrote:
>
>> On Wed, 23 Feb 2005 10:02:33 -0800, Bret Ripley <ripley@olywa.net>
>> wrote:
>>
>>>On or about 2/22/2005 2:39:44 PM, Lemming
>>><thiswillbounce@bumblbee.demon.co.uk> said:
>>>> On Tue, 22 Feb 2005 18:13:52 GMT, "Bret Ripley" <ripley@olywa.net>
>>>> wrote:
>>>>
>>>>>"Rodent" <rodent@bumblbee.demon.co.uk> wrote in message
>>>>>news
😛7sk11h3m5787tc7o47kj6brso5h937a3g@4ax.com...
>>>>>> On Mon, 21 Feb 2005 23:19:32 GMT, "Bret Ripley" <ripley@olywa.net>
>>>>>> wrote:
>>>>>>
>>>>>> >> On Mon, 21 Feb 2005 06:05:37 GMT, "Bill Huffman" <bhuffma1@san.rr.com>
>>>>>> >> wrote:
>>>>>> >>
>>>>>> >> >
>>>>>> >> >"Isla Nublar" <not@this.net> wrote in message
>>>>>> >> >news:cbmi11920bet478rntfn2l433mekrj6lsh@4ax.com...
>>>>>> >> >> You're not a Lemming. You're a pernicious little troll.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> I've been called worse.
>>>>>
>>>>>*And* by people in a position to know better.
>>>>
>>>> Hell, *I* have called me worse than that.
>>>
>>>Please note that your zeal for personal excellence has already been noted.
>>>
>>>>>> >> >>And you've hit
>>>>>> >> >> my killfile after only two posts, which has to be a record for me.
>>>>>> >> >> Ten years in usenet,
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Ten years, by Kibo. That is a very long time to go without a clue.
>>>>>
>>>>>Your Kibology will get you nowhere, mefears.
>>>>
>>>> It's got me this far.
>>>
>>>Please don't make me repeat myself.
>>
>> It's got me this far.
>
>Your Kibology will get you nowhere, mefears.
I knew I could make you repeat yourself.
>>>>>> >"In" usenet? Sort of like in "Tron"?
>>>>>> >
>>>>>> >> >> and no one before you has been able to convince
>>>>>> >> >> me so quickly of his complete uselessness. Congratulations, I guess.
>>>>>> >> >
>>>>>> >> >Lemming does have a strong personal zeal for excellence.
>>>>>> >
>>>>>> >I've noticed his personal zeal is particularly strong after he's had a go
>>>>>at
>>>>>> >the rollmop herring.
>>>>>> >
>>>>>> >> Back in September 2004 s/he posted a couple of messages that actually
>>>>>> >> had CONTENT about space-sims.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> I sincerely doubt that. I haven't posted anything about space-sims on
>>>>>> here since about September 1999. Not since I realised that space-sims
>>>>>> were off topic on this froup.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> >De gustibus non est disputandum: even Homer nods.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Sentio aliquos togatos contra me conspirare.
>>>>>
>>>>>Why should the toga wearers miss out?
>>>>
>>>> Good point. They can join the queue.
>>>
>>>In lieu of the queue they can join the line. (I'm on thin ice here, I
>>>know.)
>>>
>>>>>> >> For quite some time before that, and
>>>>>> >> since from what I can see, Lemming's posts are just sniping about
>>>>>> >> netiquette with frequent forays into uncalled for nastiness.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Uh, oh ... I've been googled.
>>>>>
>>>>>I'll bet s/he skipped the ones on a.h.b-o-u.
>>>>
>>>> I hate it when that happens.
>>>>
>>>>>> >> The right way to handle that is to start a .moderated group and become
>>>>>> >> the totalitarian dick you want to be.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> When your mommy said "you should say 'please' and 'thank-you'" did you
>>>>>> call her a totalitarian bitch-cow?
>>>>>
>>>>>Maybe Mrs. Nublar deserved it. Any mother who names her child "Isla" isn't
>>>>>likely to be "the right sort of people," if you pay any attention to that
>>>>>sort of thing.
>>>>>
>>>>>> When your teachers at school
>>>>>> suggested you write in ink rather than crayon, did you tell them they
>>>>>> will be first against the wall when the revolution comes?
>>>>>
>>>>>That's a good one, Rod. For all we know, Isla may still be posting to
>>>>>usenet in crayon.
>>>>
>>>> Posting *in* usenet, Mr. Bret. *In* usenet.
>>>
>>>*In* usenet. *In* crayon. *In*conceivable.
>>
>> *In*dubitably.
>
>*In*deed?
*In*sane.
>>>>>> Do you
>>>>>> killfile everyone who points out your dismal lack of netiquette? If
>>>>>> so, your bit-bucket must be fuller than DKS's.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> >> Also, I would appreciate a pointer to the FAQ.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> I'm still writing it. More accurately, I'm still waiting for someone
>>>>>> to ask some questions which aren't about Derek Smart.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> >Here is the archive you requested:
>>>>>> >
>>>>>> >http://www.jonathonrobinson.com/3.0/web/webtsos.html
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Yer a funny guy, Bret. Or so Br d tells me.
>>>>>
>>>>>He didn't mean funny "ha ha".
>>>>
>>>> Do you see anybody laughing?
>>>
>>>I can't see a bloody thing: my optical mouse is on the blink.
>>>
>>>>>> Where is Br d anyway?
>>>>>
>>>>>Dunno. I was in the process of inviting myself over to his house this
>>>>>summer when he suddenly disappeared.
>>>>
>>>> I'm starting to see a connection.
>>>
>>>Reply hazy, try again.
>>>
>>>>>I'm sure he'll turn up again any time
>>>>>now.
>>>>
>>>> Seriously though, I do know what happened. He got plastered one night
>>>> and trashed his computer by deleting most of the system files out of
>>>> his Windoze directory. That would have been a good thing, but he
>>>> forgot to install Linux first.
>>>>
>>>> Yes, that really *is* what happened. Would I lie to you?
>>>
>>>Your question reminds me of a story I'm about to make up:
>>
>>
>> But ... but ... I did't make it up. That really is what happened. At
>> least, that's what Br d *told* me is what happened.
>
>Your credulity is noted.
Your note is incredible.
>> Update: apparently Br d has managed to get his integrity-challenged
>> computer working for long enough to download a few posts from this
>> froup, and realise that people have been asking after him. He emailed
>> me to ask me to express his thanks for you all missing him. Isn't
>> that sweet?
>
>*sniff* I'm going all misty.
>
>> I notice he didn't email you. I guess he likes me best, after all.
>
>Nah. His puter prolly can't e-mail long distance.
That could be it.
>>> one day, a wee
>>>lad was walking down a garden path when he noticed a butterfly resting on
>>>an acorn squash. The wee lad says to himself, "cor blimey," he says, "that
>>>butterfly is resting on that acorn squash and no mistake," he said. Then
>>>the wee lad took his cricket bat (which he was carrying all along but I
>>>forgot to mention earlier) and smashed the butterfly, the acorn squash, and
>>>the family of small black beetles that happened to be using the acorn
>>>squash as a summer home.
>>>
>>>Later that very same day, the wee lad's grandfather was walking in the
>>>garden, and discovered the smashed, broken bodies of several small black
>>>beetles scattered about near the smashed acorn squash. Being perhaps a bit
>>>of a coleopterist and altogether insensible to the smashed butterfly, the
>>>grandfather gathered up the remains of the smashed black beetles and took
>>>them to his secret underground laboratory for further study. After
>>>determining that the smashed black beetles were of a type thought to be
>>>extinct, he grew very angry and went looking for little Timmy (which was
>>>the name of the wee lad with the cricket bat I forgot to mention). The
>>>grandfather found little Timmy and accused him of smashing the small black
>>>thought to be extinct beetles.
>>>
>>>Little Timmy, being perhaps a bit of a lepidopterist and altogether
>>>insensible to the smashed beetles, truthfully denied smashing those
>>>particular insects, but quickly copped to smashing the butterfly and the
>>>acorn squash (which no one seemed to care much about). Then little Timmy
>>>smashed his grandfather's skull with the cricket bat I forgot to mention he
>>>was still carrying.
>>>
>>>So, to answer your question:
>>>
>>>> Yes, that really *is* what happened. Would I lie to you?
>>>
>>>The veracity of words are often rendered immaterial by what is done with
>>>the cricket bat.
>>>
>>>But enough about Iraq.
>>>
>>>{whistles}
>>
>> What's an Acorn Squash?
>
>Question 2 for the FAQ.
But it's off topic, so it can't go in the FAQ.
The only FAQ question which has been acceptable so far was the one
about the marines dressed as circus clowns. Unfortunately I've lost
the post it was in. So we're down to zero questions again.
By the way, does anyone know what happend to Ms Nubbler? I was quite
enjoying helping her get oriented to being "in usenet" but she
suddenly stopped posting. Maybe she used up all her crayons.
Lemming
--
Curiosity *may* have killed Schrodinger's cat.
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