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from: dbell@zhochaka.demon.co.uk (David G. Bell)
date: 1997-01-30 00:00:00
subject: Re: Seasonal Greetings

Date: Thu, 30 Jan 97 16:55:17 GMT



In article  gfarber@panix.com "Gary Farber"
writes:

> Avedon Carol (avedon@cix.compulink.co.uk) wrote:
> [. . .]
> : I suppose if I sit down and think about it, I can think up criticisms of 
> : Gary & Ulrika, but I don't think this will be on my list.  Neither of 
> : them has made me feel like I have to do what the say.  
> : 
> : In fact, what I usually feel from their comments is that they are trying 
> : to generate discussion.  They like to debate; they are good at it; they 
> : want to do it.  This necessarily means that they expect people to 
> : disagree with them.
> 
> You have followed my instructions well, mind-slave!  Now, down on your
> knees, and begin licking my jackboots with your tongue as I prepare my
> plans for my next onslaught of Domination.  
> 
> We attack alt.filk at dawn!  

Lieutenant Whitaker checked all six strings on his guitar, and mopped 
his brow.  It was hot, damned hot, and the sky was hazed with the last 
smoke from the remnants of the breakfast marquee.  It had been a long 
night, and if they came back now, he wasn't sure what would happen.  
"Lieutenant Houseden," he said, quietly.

"Sir?"

"How much ammunition do we have left?"

"We're down to the last few pages of the NESFA Hymnal, second volume.  
After that, I'm afraid we'll have to resort to the Old Grey Wassail 
Test, and they'll stop understanding the jokes."

"Damn!"  Whitaker looked at the glow on the horizon.  "It's a shame that 
Dean's guitar strings broke when they came in through the Dealers' 
Room."

"A damn shame sir.  But there is one thing we might try..."  Houseden 
paused, as the orchestra started playing more threatening background 
music.

"Lieutenant?"

"Look, sir."

Whitaker turned and looked, to see the line of figures on the horizon.  
"It looks as though Farbeshweyo is leading them -- that's his personal 
stack of fire-damaged boxes."

"Quick, sir.  Start singing 'Men of Harlech'!"

Whitaker grinned, with a reckless, lopsided, angle to his lips.  "It's a 
million to one chance, but it just might work...."



-- 
David G. Bell -- Farmer, SF Fan, Filker, Furry, and Punslinger..



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