From: DRAGONFLY           
To: SCOTT STEEL         
Subject: Life (sigh)    
Date & Time: 04/04/91 23:22:25
Message Number 14646

SS> But you don't have to BBS to live.
     
   Have you ever seen a true BBS addict in the last throes of addiction?
The pale, white skin, the fingers permanently curled up, punching at
an imaginary keyboard. If thon is allowed phone priveledges (sp?), thon
immediately calls up the soothing tones of ten different BBS's. 
Occasionally, thon tries to personally hook up with the system, making
the tone of a 300-baud caller and clicking thon's tongue to log into
the system. Dreadful, simply dreadful.
   If not allowed to use the phone, the addict immediately goes into
convulsions, spouting incoherently about Turtles, Armadillos, and Phone
Sex. Thon's eyes tear with the need for an RGB monitor. Then the addict
immediately begins searching for anything remotely resembling a modem
and computer setup. One patient, A. Hektare, was discovered curled up
in a corner with a Walkman playing static, a microwave oven roasting
nothing, and some testing gear that had seven buttons.
     
   Give generously to BBSers Anonymous.
               //Dragonfly//