oops. Oh well, at least we're not sharing a computer in sin anymore...
Mike

"Lady Sailor" wrote in message
...
Thanks for the clarification, Scout. I've been too busy lately to pay
much
attention to my computer, and just remembered Bertie running Jaxass off
the
group way back when- a service I was very grateful for. Then I check in
here and find a volume of off topic posts (well, x-posts) that boggles the
mind. I figured it must be a war of some kind.
I appreciate the background info on yourself, I've enjoyed reading your
posts and find you a great addition to this crew on ASA.
Anyway, thanks for the well- wishes, and I'm off to go to work...sailing!
It's a shi**y job but somebody has to do it ;0) (and it's only for another
couple of months anyway)
Mike
www.sailinglinks.com

"Scout" wrote in message
...
Mike,
Yes, we have ****ed off Bunyimpotent and the various, dyslexic
Bunyippies.
We sail, and when you consider all that that implies, they are angry.
they
can't manage it, can't "get it up" so to speak. Imagine the
frustration,
the resentment. All they have is their computers. They live in them.
I'm
sure they know the 'ins and outs' of Usenet software better than most of
us
(I'm sure some here are holding back), but we don't care, so that ****es
them off even more. Of course, many of us here know other software
systems
better than they; useful, productive systems, with which some of us have
made small fortunes, programs like AutoCAD, Engineering programs,
accounting/tax programs, medical administration programs, multi-media
software, and specialty software. I, for instance, operate remote
mechanical systems from my home, using software I programmed and
equipment
I
installed. I can monitor and/or change the conditions at a nearby
Nuclear
Generating Station, hospitals, schools, office buildings, and factories;
and
I get paid nicely to do it. It's just a side business, but I made
enough
with it to put 4 people through college, buy a boat, a camper, 2
motorcycles, and 5 computers, all of which I networked in my home. I'm
not
bragging because I know others here have lots more (I've seen their
boats
to
prove it!) But that's what I've invested my time in, instead of Usenet,
and
it's paid off. How much do you think these geniuses are making for
their
Usenet knowledge? Some people are making money with it for sure, but I
doubt we are being bothered by those folks. Knowing this ****es them off
some more.
But hey, they know how to make virtual graffiti and then hide. wow. They
remind me of a group of little kids I saw once, who were yelling "POOPIE
PANTS" at passing cars and then ROFL. They thought it, and they, were
great
stuff, just like Bunyimpotent.
The Bunyippies don't know where they fit in; they can't fit in socially,
and
I'm shouting the word IRONY when I consider the fact that they can't fit
in
this world either. And it ****es them off. Naturally, people tend to
defend
themselves when attacked, but that is not the same as saying they are
interested in what Bunyimpotent has to say. He's got nothing going on,
and
he's damned angry about it. There's much commiseration going in within
the
Bunyippy culture.
Some of the Bunyippies will mature I think, and I don't doubt they will
become productive members of society as adults. Others will be
destroyed
by
OCD, of which Usenet will be a part. More anger.
They'd like to think of themselves as destroyers of the Universe.
Instead,
they must deal with the reality that they are more like gnats. A good
breeze will carry them to some other place, and we will forget them, and
that ****es them off a little more. I don't mind talking about them if
another legitimate sailor prompts me, I just don't talk with them; that
seems to **** them off a lot. In fact, they now respond for me, forging
my
name just so it looks like Scout is answering them. How pathetic is
that?
Hope that answers your question Mike.
BTW - Lots of luck to you and your bride!
Scout


"Mike" wrote
Did you guys **** him off?

"Lady Sailor" wrote in
:

Thanks for the clarification, Scout. I've been too busy lately to pay
much attention to my computer, and just remembered Bertie running
Jaxass off the group way back when- a service I was very grateful for.
Then I check in here and find a volume of off topic posts (well,
x-posts) that boggles the mind. I figured it must be a war of some
kind.

War?

Nope.

bertie

You know what I do when I see "whatever you call'ems" like bunyip? I use
Internet Explorer and I click on their message, on my top toolbar I click
Message, and then I click "Block Sender". It even asks if I want to remove
the idiot's messages already downloaded. Now I don't even see bertie's
garbage.

"Popeye" wrote in
:

You know what I do when I see "whatever you call'ems" like bunyip? I
use Internet Explorer and I click on their message, on my top toolbar
I click Message, and then I click "Block Sender". It even asks if I
want to remove the idiot's messages already downloaded. Now I don't
even see bertie's garbage.

good for you.

Bertie

After a post like that, one can almost feel sorry for the poor
souls, their bodies riven by waves of impotent rage, their
prepubertal minds knowing they're missing something, their
fingers desperately typing crudities both of language and
invention, barren of both invective and content. They hammer
away at their long-suffering keyboards, seeking to validate their
existence somehow, even if only in the nanosecond between the
appearance of their posts and the contemptuous silences which
follow them. They spawn more and more socks which only
demonstrate their hopelessness as puppeteers. Indeed, it could
almost be tragic, the true nature of the bunyip, for whom we once
held such hopes, revealed as much by the actions of his followers
as by his own doings.

--
Flying Tadpole

-------------------------
Learn what lies below the waves of cyberspace!
http://www.internetopera.netfirms.com

Scout wrote:

Mike,
Yes, we have ****ed off Bunyimpotent and the various, dyslexic Bunyippies.
We sail, and when you consider all that that implies, they are angry. they
can't manage it, can't "get it up" so to speak. Imagine the frustration,
the resentment. All they have is their computers. They live in them. I'm
sure they know the 'ins and outs' of Usenet software better than most of us
(I'm sure some here are holding back), but we don't care, so that ****es
them off even more. Of course, many of us here know other software systems
better than they; useful, productive systems, with which some of us have
made small fortunes, programs like AutoCAD, Engineering programs,
accounting/tax programs, medical administration programs, multi-media
software, and specialty software. I, for instance, operate remote
mechanical systems from my home, using software I programmed and equipment I
installed. I can monitor and/or change the conditions at a nearby Nuclear
Generating Station, hospitals, schools, office buildings, and factories; and
I get paid nicely to do it. It's just a side business, but I made enough
with it to put 4 people through college, buy a boat, a camper, 2
motorcycles, and 5 computers, all of which I networked in my home. I'm not
bragging because I know others here have lots more (I've seen their boats to
prove it!) But that's what I've invested my time in, instead of Usenet, and
it's paid off. How much do you think these geniuses are making for their
Usenet knowledge? Some people are making money with it for sure, but I
doubt we are being bothered by those folks. Knowing this ****es them off
some more.
But hey, they know how to make virtual graffiti and then hide. wow. They
remind me of a group of little kids I saw once, who were yelling "POOPIE
PANTS" at passing cars and then ROFL. They thought it, and they, were great
stuff, just like Bunyimpotent.
The Bunyippies don't know where they fit in; they can't fit in socially, and
I'm shouting the word IRONY when I consider the fact that they can't fit in
this world either. And it ****es them off. Naturally, people tend to defend
themselves when attacked, but that is not the same as saying they are
interested in what Bunyimpotent has to say. He's got nothing going on, and
he's damned angry about it. There's much commiseration going in within the
Bunyippy culture.
Some of the Bunyippies will mature I think, and I don't doubt they will
become productive members of society as adults. Others will be destroyed by
OCD, of which Usenet will be a part. More anger.
They'd like to think of themselves as destroyers of the Universe. Instead,
they must deal with the reality that they are more like gnats. A good
breeze will carry them to some other place, and we will forget them, and
that ****es them off a little more. I don't mind talking about them if
another legitimate sailor prompts me, I just don't talk with them; that
seems to **** them off a lot. In fact, they now respond for me, forging my
name just so it looks like Scout is answering them. How pathetic is that?
Hope that answers your question Mike.
BTW - Lots of luck to you and your bride!
Scout

"Mike" wrote
Did you guys **** him off?

Taddy,
Perhaps you will take pity on his tormented soul, actualizing Bunyimpotent's
greatest fantasy, while gaining a major allegorical device for your opera.
When you're famous, his name will live on with all the other greats in his
stratum: Moby Dick, Pilgrim's Progress, The Scarlet Letter, and now Bertie
the Bunyimpotent!
Scout

"Flying Tadpole" wrote
After a post like that, one can almost feel sorry for the poor
souls, . . . it could almost be tragic, the true nature of the bunyip

"Scout" wrote in
:

Taddy,
Perhaps you will take pity on his tormented soul, actualizing
Bunyimpotent's greatest fantasy, while gaining a major allegorical
device for your opera. When you're famous, his name will live on with
all the other greats in his stratum: Moby Dick, Pilgrim's Progress,
The Scarlet Letter, and now Bertie the Bunyimpotent!



Snort!


God you guys are dumb.

Can't you even figure out somethng as simple as getting your asses kicked?

Bertie

"Flying Tadpole" wrote
After a post like that, one can almost feel sorry for the poor
souls, . . . it could almost be tragic, the true nature of the bunyip

Scout wrote:

Taddy,
Perhaps you will take pity on his tormented soul, actualizing Bunyimpotent's
greatest fantasy, while gaining a major allegorical device for your opera.
When you're famous, his name will live on with all the other greats in his
stratum: Moby Dick, Pilgrim's Progress, The Scarlet Letter, and now Bertie
the Bunyimpotent!



No (insert perfunctory apology of your choice here).

You will note I used the word "almost", twice. Whether tragedy or
comedy, the audience has to feel or be brought to feel a degree
of empathy with the major characters, even the minor ones,
otherwise there's no real meeting, and one might as well sink
into a permanent playing of "space invaders" and its tedious
descendants.

Often, the more one knows of a character, or a person, one cannot
help but develop a bit of empathy. "To know him is to love him"
is an overstatement, particularly when the "him" is a Stalin or
Mao, but generally, some empathy develops as one comes to
understand. But in the case of Bertie and his mindless minions,
the more one learns and understand, the less empathy remains, and
he reduces to a cardboard cut-out. How can even towering genius
work with such material? Or put it another way: I suppose I could
work with such material, but why bother when there's far, far
better material just about everywhere, ready to hand?

BTW, I feel we need a better collective name for the Bunyippies.
Bunyippie, itself a wonderful word creation, deals beautifully
with the general mindlessness that goes with yippies. I can't
help but feel, though, that it carries too many connotations of
joy or delight, even if emptyheaded. Neither joy nor delight can
possibly exist in the closed, grey, leaden existences which show
through the dull, encrusted and cracked windows to their souls
which the Bunyippies uninvitingly open to us via their posts.


--
Flying Tadpole

-------------------------
Learn what lies below the waves of cyberspace!
http://www.internetopera.netfirms.com

Flying Tadpole wrote in
:

"Flying Tadpole" wrote
After a post like that, one can almost feel sorry for the poor
souls, . . . it could almost be tragic, the true nature of the
bunyip

Scout wrote:

Taddy,
Perhaps you will take pity on his tormented soul, actualizing
Bunyimpotent's greatest fantasy, while gaining a major allegorical
device for your opera. When you're famous, his name will live on with
all the other greats in his stratum: Moby Dick, Pilgrim's Progress,
The Scarlet Letter, and now Bertie the Bunyimpotent!



No (insert perfunctory apology of your choice here).

You will note I used the word "almost", twice. Whether tragedy or
comedy, the audience has to feel or be brought to feel a degree
of empathy with the major characters, even the minor ones,
otherwise there's no real meeting, and one might as well sink
into a permanent playing of "space invaders" and its tedious
descendants.

Often, the more one knows of a character, or a person, one cannot
help but develop a bit of empathy. "To know him is to love him"
is an overstatement, particularly when the "him" is a Stalin or
Mao, but generally, some empathy develops as one comes to
understand. But in the case of Bertie and his mindless minions,
the more one learns and understand, the less empathy remains, and
he reduces to a cardboard cut-out. How can even towering genius
work with such material? Or put it another way: I suppose I could
work with such material, but why bother when there's far, far
better material just about everywhere, ready to hand?

You're not as dumb as you look1



BTW, I feel we need a better collective name for the Bunyippies.
Bunyippie, itself a wonderful word creation, deals beautifully
with the general mindlessness that goes with yippies. I can't
help but feel, though, that it carries too many connotations of
joy or delight, even if emptyheaded. Neither joy nor delight can
possibly exist in the closed, grey, leaden existences which show
through the dull, encrusted and cracked windows to their souls
which the Bunyippies uninvitingly open to us via their posts.

snort!

I still win..



Bertie

Taddy,
I assure you, my previous proposal was completely facetious! I would be more
than a little disappointed in you if the impotent one was given more than a
mention. I do feel, however, that it would be harsh of you not to at least
mention his name. It could be done appropriately if not tastefully (ugh).
For instance, I once vomited while out at sea, and this is what it sounded
like: bUnn' yip (with accent on first syl, and a heavily aspirated p); the
next sound was my breakfast splashing into the green Atlantic. Here is an
excerpt from a short story I wrote about 10 years ago. It's about a man who
should never have traveled by sea, yet there he is. I've adapted it for
relevance to our discussion.

"Another blast of fumes swirled around him, induced by the eddy
currents that had formed as the wind wrapped around the cabin. He staggered
against the gunnel once more, leaning far enough over the side to catch a
brief glimpse of his reflection in the sea water. He was unsure if the
green tint highlighting his nauseated features was his own coloring, or if
the sickly hue had been superimposed by the water itself. He could no
longer fight the dizziness that raced from head to stomach and back again,
and when the exhaust ports belched their foul mist once more into his
grimaced face, he took firm hold of a wet cleat, leaned out a bit further,
and returned the sentiments to the sea with a gut wrenching bUnn yip!"

Ok, enough of that. Onward to the naming of the horde. I'll tell you why I
like Bunyippies, but I am of course, open to suggestions. Bunyippies does
conjure images of fun, (bunnies), or shouts of joy (Yippeee!) etc., but I
went for verbal irony, and sarcasm is best served brief. They want to be
evil, but achieve only ugliness, so I gave them a cute name. I chose a
harmless sounding name, because I see them as essentially innocuous
creatures, albeit misled. Kittens would be better, or perhaps ducklings,
since they have firmly imprinted to our 'hero', but for that same reason, I
wanted them to have his surname. Bunyippies does this and still sounds
benign, very close to puppies. And fittingly so, as they are his bitches,
his everything. I see them simply as mangy curs.
Some writer once said that nothing perfect was ever written, only rewritten.
So I'll keep an open mind, and if I think of, or hear from you or others,
something that fits with a click, I'll be the first to say Yay!
Scout



"Flying Tadpole" wrote in message
...
"Flying Tadpole" wrote
After a post like that, one can almost feel sorry for the poor
souls, . . . it could almost be tragic, the true nature of the bunyip

Scout wrote:

Taddy,
Perhaps you will take pity on his tormented soul, actualizing
Bunyimpotent's
greatest fantasy, while gaining a major allegorical device for your
opera.
When you're famous, his name will live on with all the other greats in
his
stratum: Moby Dick, Pilgrim's Progress, The Scarlet Letter, and now
Bertie
the Bunyimpotent!



No (insert perfunctory apology of your choice here).

You will note I used the word "almost", twice. Whether tragedy or
comedy, the audience has to feel or be brought to feel a degree
of empathy with the major characters, even the minor ones,
otherwise there's no real meeting, and one might as well sink
into a permanent playing of "space invaders" and its tedious
descendants.

Often, the more one knows of a character, or a person, one cannot
help but develop a bit of empathy. "To know him is to love him"
is an overstatement, particularly when the "him" is a Stalin or
Mao, but generally, some empathy develops as one comes to
understand. But in the case of Bertie and his mindless minions,
the more one learns and understand, the less empathy remains, and
he reduces to a cardboard cut-out. How can even towering genius
work with such material? Or put it another way: I suppose I could
work with such material, but why bother when there's far, far
better material just about everywhere, ready to hand?

BTW, I feel we need a better collective name for the Bunyippies.
Bunyippie, itself a wonderful word creation, deals beautifully
with the general mindlessness that goes with yippies. I can't
help but feel, though, that it carries too many connotations of
joy or delight, even if emptyheaded. Neither joy nor delight can
possibly exist in the closed, grey, leaden existences which show
through the dull, encrusted and cracked windows to their souls
which the Bunyippies uninvitingly open to us via their posts.


--
Flying Tadpole

-------------------------
Learn what lies below the waves of cyberspace!
http://www.internetopera.netfirms.com