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[opening]
...o...2...3...4...5...6...*
[SoL bridge. Gypsy is the only one visible.]
GYPSY: Uh... hi! Welcome to the Satellite of... Love. The guys aren't
here because they're holding a model railroading convention in
the commissary right now.
[Nothing happens.]
GYPSY: [clears throat] Um, and now I would like to say a few words about
Richard Basehart--
MAGIC VOICE: Commercial sign in five... four... three... two... one...
commercial sign now.
GYPSY: --right after this.
[loud crash offscreen]
GYPSY: Uh-oh.
[Get the cheese you need in half the bandwidth! Watch the Mystery USENET
Theater Hour, showing now at an FTP site near you!]
GYPSY: [dramatic clearing of throat] Richard Basehart was born in--
[Mads light flashes] --oh, great. [turns to the right and yells]
Mike!
MIKE: [off-screen] Yeah?
GYPSY: Phone!
MIKE: Who is it?
GYPSY: It's Officer Feldman and his Bit-O-Feldman Bar!
MIKE: I'm coming, I'm coming. [walks in from the right] What is it,
sirs?
<>
[Deep 13. Dr. Forrester, in closeup, is the only one visible.]
DR. F: Hello, Chessie! How's the railroading going, mmm?
<>
MIKE: Not so good, really. We just had a cornfield meet in the hallway.
<>
DR. F: [exuding no pity whatsoever] Oh, too bad! Well. I'm off to catch
a plane to... oh, the location is a secret, but I'll just say
we're going to have an Evil Brotherhood meeting, and we're going
to be doing some very, very nasty things. [subdued evil laugh] In
the meantime, Frank will be your torturer for today... take it,
Frank!
[Dr. F steps off-camera, and TV's Frank can be seen some distance back,
holding a sheaf of papers. He walks up to the camera.]
FRANK: [reading papers] "Today's experiment is a broad-spectrum course
of pain cum... cumu..." [examines paper more closely] "cu-mu-la-
ting in a one-two punch that will break your puny minds forever.
Evil laugh."
[Dr. F, wearing that silly fur coat, hurries across the background to
the door.]
DR. F: See you, Frank! Don't forget to tape _Tales From the Crypt_!
[Dr. F leaves. Yes, through the door. Frank waves absentmindedly without
turning towards him.]
FRANK: "Send them the postings."
[Frank turns his attention to the console and does just that.]
<>
[Servo and Crow have joined Mike and Gypsy on the SoL bridge.]
SERVO: Geez, look where you're going next time, okay?
CROW: Oh, was *I* the one carrying a module with the extended skyboard
still on so I couldn't have seen the broad side of a barn?
MIKE: Guys, come on--
[Lights flash, sirens scream, it's a regular discotheque!]
MIKE: Oh no, we've got broad spectrum of pain sign!
*...6...5...4...3...2...o...
>
> Date: Fri, 16 Sep 94 20:01:28 EDT
> From:Hamstur@aol.com
ALL: [singing] Hey! It's the AOL kingdom, for you and for me...
> Subject: The Squeek of the Wheel
CROW: Not to be confused with Squeek the cat.
>
> The Squeek of The Wheel
>
> Squeek...squeek...
SERVO: Lemme guess. Is that the "squeek" of the wheel?
MIKE: Now cut that out!
> I awoke in the middle of the night bathed in a cold sweat.
CROW: I had been having that dream with Newt Gingrich, the waffle iron,
and the llama again.
> The sound
> incessant, unyielding, maddening. Squeek...squeek.
SERVO: The spelling stupid, constant, annoying.
> After hours of tossing and
> turning,
MIKE: The pizza crust was finally ready.
> I rose. I had to find the source!
CROW: ...of the Nile!
SERVO: I'm guessing the source of the squeek is a wheel?
> I had to know what was causing the foul
> disturbance! Bleary
> eyed and groggy,
CROW: Been drinking again, have we?
MIKE: Either that or Deathmatching all night.
> I stumbled through the dark to find the derivation of this
> torturous,
> blasphemous sonance...
SERVO: Ooohh, big words.
MIKE: But how do you do calculus on sounds?
> squeek...squeek...It grew louder and louder, scratching
> at my mind...squeek...squeek...gnawing at my soul...
CROW: So he's either really scared, or he has a body lice problem.
> squeek...squeek...At last
> I found it and my
> brain screamed,
MIKE: "Are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
SERVO: I think so, but how are we going to get a 20-megavolt pulse
through the AOL gateway?
> denying what my eyes showed it. Too horrible!
CROW: It was... this story!
> The
> diminuative, sinister frame,
SERVO: Linda Hunt?
> and the glowing eyes set it yellow fur.
MIKE: And the distracting misspellings.
> Endlessly it ran, faster and faster
> in the small wheel.
CROW: [high-pitched voice] You bastard! Get me off this thing!!
> Squeek...squeek. Though repelled and horrified, I drew closer.
MIKE: This is a writer with no sense.
CROW: Oh, there's a shocker.
> The evil
> creature seemed to
> ignore me and yet I felt his oppressive presence - my mind melting,
> slipping
> away...
SERVO: Out my nose...
> squeek...
> squeek. I suddenly understood! I was standing before the dread King in
> Squalor!
CROW: We'll return to Non Sequiturs and Lines that are Too Long The-
ater...
MIKE: Well, this is from AOL y'know. Who knows what kind of newsreader
program this guy has to suffer through?
SERVO: However bad it is, he deserves worse!
> Squeek...
> squeek...Yes! Of course! Squeek...squeek...The Squeek of The Wheel
> became
> music to my ears!
MIKE: Mariah Carey, to be exact.
> The Yellow Stain seeped into the woodchips of my mind.
CROW: So, basically, this is a hamster wetting on the sawdust that's in
your head where the brain should be?
> Squeek...squeek...And
> I knew then what
> I must do! His will, my own...Ia, Ia, Hamstur!
SERVO: You a, you a, looney.
>
> - "The Conversion of S.B." from the Gerbilnomicon
>
CROW: "The Book of the Dead Gerbil"?
SERVO: Maybe that gerbil wrote this story.
>
> Deep in a dark, festering hell known as
MIKE: California.
> the Trails of Habi,
SERVO: [singing] Wheel in the Trails of Habi keeps on turnin'...
MIKE: [singing] Habi trails to you...
CROW: Let me guess, 'He lies sleeping in old HabitR'lyeh'.
> The King in
> Squalor runs in
> his Wheel. The insane squeaking known as The Squeek of The Wheel is
> maddening
> to all
CROW: Tell me about it.
> but the members of the Kult of Hamstur.
MIKE: Also known as the drooling Hamstur fanboys.
CROW: Meep.
> Know to many of his followers only as
> He Whose
> Cage Must Not Be Cleaned,
SERVO: Maybe this whole thing is just some kid's excuse to get out of a
chore.
MIKE: <whiney kid's voice> But Ma, I can't clean out his cage! I'm wor-
shipping him!
> Hamstur The Unsqueekable is
CROW: The only surviving descendant of Benjy Mouse and Frankie Mouse.
> the greatest of the
> Outer Mammals
> described in the Gerbilnomicon, a tome as ancient and evil as is it
> furry.
MIKE: And available from the Over-Priced Book Club for only $19.95! Call
1-800-555-1212 today!
> Most who read
> it are driven insane.
SERVO: Most who read *this* are driven insane.
> Others - those to whom the Squeek of The Wheel is a
> symphony of
> unparalleled and insane beauty -
MIKE: And now on Classics 98.3, Hamstur's "Ninth Symphony for Hamster
and Wheel".
> understand and obey.
CROW: By my count that's 3 "insane"s in this paragraph alone. Someone
get this guy a thesaurus.
> These are the members
> of the Kult
> of Hamstur.
SERVO: They are Lee van Cleef and Timothy van Patton.
> And we know where they live...
MIKE: Waco, Texas.
CROW: And we have nuclear warheads poised and aimed at their houses.
>
> Welcome to the Kult of Hamstur mailing list -
ALL: Aaauuuuggh!!
MIKE: We never signed up for this. Did you sign up for this?
'BOTS: No!
> dedicated to keeping you up to
> date on anything
> and everything having to do with the King in Squalor and his minions.
SERVO: Great, so we get to find out about this guy's hamster?
> This is
> the first of any
> number of isane ramblings
CROW: What's "isane" mean?
MIKE: Both insane and inane at once.
SERVO: At least he admits it.
> that I have been told to send by the Spawn of
> Hamstur who has
> chosen me to do His bidding.
MIKE: His first order involves Kool-Aid...
>
> Coming soon: How to obtain your very own true Spawn of Hamstur, how to
> join
> and a listing
> of Kult of Hamstur products.
CROW: Hey, this whole thing is just an advertisment!
SERVO: I feel dirty... well, dirtier.
>
> Please respond if you would like to continue receiving messages from
> He Whose
> Cage Must
> Not Be Cleaned
MIKE: Oh, and send me lots of money, too.
> (you've already taken the first step by signing up in the Dead
> Earth Productions
> mailing list of doom)
CROW: Doom is property of id Software, all rights reserved.
> or not (if you've rather remain ignorant of the True
> Nature of the Universe).
SERVO: Make that, the True Nature of the Universe According to Some Loon
on AOL.
MIKE: You know, I'm starting to believe AOLers' reputation.
> Also, if you know others who might be suitable servants of Hamstur,
SERVO: Or if you just want to ruin someone's day--
> pass this
> message on
> and/or forward their e-mail addresses to me.
CROW: If you're stupid enough to fall for this, simply e-mail me your
credit card number right now.
>
> Ia! Ia! Hamstur!
SERVO: Aah! Aah! Getitawayfromme!
CROW: Oh, shut up. Both of you.
>
> Michael Doyle
> Dead Earth Productions
SERVO: Ooh, I get it, he's not a *Flat*-Earther, he's a *Dead*-Earther!
Heh heh! [low, miserable] Kill me. Put me out of my misery,
please!
MIKE: Don't worry, it's almost over.
>
>
MIKE: You know, if HP Lovecraft were alive today, he'd be rolling over
in his grave.
CROW: Yeah! ...huh?
>
>
> In article <38okgk$9d@senator-bedfellow.MIT.EDU>,
MIKE: [jumps in surprise] Yaaah! Geez, give us some warning.
> rnewman@media.mit.edu
> (Ron Newman) wrote:
CROW: But he's one of the good guys! Why are the Mads sending us this?
> ---- Begin quote from C&S ----------
CROW: Oh.
>
> "As we mentioned earlier,
SERVO: We have multiple personalities.
> some starry eyed individuals
CROW: Like Kal'enel.
MIKE: Or someone who's just been hit on the back of the head.
> who access the
> Net think of Cyberspace as a community, with rules, regulations and
SERVO: Llamas.
> codes of behaviour. Don't you believe it!
CROW: *We* certainly didn't get our asses kicked off the net for break-
ing rules, regulations, or codes of behaviour.
> There is no community.
MIKE: There is no sanctuary.
> Perhaps there was some truth in that concept in the past, when the
> Internet was used exclusively by a small, homogeneous group of
SERVO: Dairy products.
> academics and corporate technical researchers. Today, with Internet
> access available to everyone, Iway
MIKE: Should that be "Amway"?
> travellers reflect every
> heterogeneous nuance of the world population.
SERVO: So how come we haven't seen soc.culture.yanomano yet?
MIKE: I am not a nuance, I am a free man!
> Along your journey,
> someone may try to tell you that in order to be a good Net "citizen",
> you must follow the rules of the Cyberspace community. Don't listen.
CROW: Find out the hard way.
> The only laws and rules with which you should concern yourself are
> those passed by the country, state and city in which you live.
SERVO: Yeah, obey the law, dammit.
MIKE: Um, try driving 55 in the fast lane in L.A. and see where it gets
you.
> The
> only ethics you should adopt as you pursue wealth on the Iway
CROW: And after all, why else would anyone *want* to be on-line?
> are
> those dictated by the religious faith you have chosen to follow and
> your own good conscience."
SERVO: So suppose I've seen your famous spool-clobbering spam, and my
religion tells me, "an eye for an eye"?
>
> ---- End quote from C&S --------
> From cmcl2!swiss.ans.net!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!MathWorks.Com!yeshua.
> marcam.com!charnel.
MIKE: Oh, *there's* a good omen.
> ecst.csuchico.edu!olivea!trib.apple.com!amd!amdahl!netcomsv!netcom.
> com!ashford Thu Sep 15 20:33:01 1994
> Newsgroups: alt.current-events.net-abuse,news.admin.misc,news.admin.
> policy
> Path: cmcl2!swiss.ans.net!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!MathWorks.Com!yeshua.
> marcam.com!
CROW: Not again!
> charnel.ecst.csuchico.edu!olivea!trib.apple.com!amd!amdahl!netcomsv!
> netcom.com!ashford
SERVO: It's the header that wouldn't die!
CROW: Or the brainer that wouldn't die.
MIKE: Looks like a no-brainer to me.
> From: ashford@netcom.com (Alan Arthur)
> Subject: Canter & Siegel
> Message-ID: <ashfordCw5CsI.6nB@netcom.com>
> Organization: NETCOM On-line Communication Services (408 261-4700
> guest)
CROW: Your friendly neighborhood spammer refuge!
MIKE: Hey, come on. They just fixed the Sender: lines.
> X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL1]
> Date: Thu, 15 Sep 1994 01:14:41 GMT
> Lines: 72
> Xref: cmcl2 alt.current-events.net-abuse:5518 news.admin.misc:22043
> news.admin.policy:19792
>
> Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!ames!pendragon!bcm!cs.utexas.edu!
> howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi
CROW: Huh?
SERVO: An extra bonus header. I think this one's gonna hurt.
> Newsgroups: alt.politics.clinton,talk.politics.misc,alt.conspiracy,
> alt.current-events.net-abuse.c-n-s,alt.privacy,alt.censorship
CROW: [groaning] Oh, great. Politics.
SERVO: Hey, Mike, who'd you vote for in the last election?
MIKE: Um, the Mads filled out an absentee ballot for Erwin Rexall. That
name mean anything to you?
> From: an54588@anon.penet.fi
SERVO: It's good to know this guy stands behind his beliefs.
> X-Anonymously-To: alt.politics.clinton,talk.politics.misc,alt.
> conspiracy,alt.current-events.net-abuse.c-n-s,alt.privacy,alt.
> censorship
MIKE: You know, if you cross-post to enough newgroups, any moronic ran-
ting takes on an air of believability.
> Organization: Anonymous contact service
SERVO: That sounds like something that's illegal in thirty-nine states.
> Reply-To: an54588@anon.penet.fi
> Date: Wed, 14 Sep 1994 00:56:12 UTC
> Subject: CANTER & SIEGEL AND THE CLINTONS:
CROW: A wacky new comedy, this fall on NBC!
> Attempt to regulate the Net
> Lines: 54
>
>
> Earlier this year,
SERVO: ...Gallagher was still unfunny.
> two Arkansas lawyers named Laurence Canter and Martha
> Siegel
MIKE: Wait a minute, they weren't from...
> posted an advertisement for immigration services to all the
> newsgroups on Usenet individually.
CROW: "Canter! Siegel! Green Card!" Ha, that oughtta do it.
> In total, this took up several
> megabytes on news spools and cluttered newsgroups which have nothing
> in common with immigration services.
'BOTS: <singing> Spam spam spam spam spam spam...
MIKE: But... Arkansas... they're not from...
> Despite the outcry (incoming mail sank the computer which Canter and
> Siegel used),
MIKE: [British accent] You must sink the cyber.sell.com!
SERVO: Arr, matey! Thar be too much mail! Abandon computer! Abandon com-
puter!
> Canter and Siegel proclaimed the mailing to be a great success
> and promised to repeat it.
MIKE: Thus spawning the newsgroup alt.canter-siegel.die.die.die.
> Currently they have set up a business, sell.com,
> which for $500 will post an advertisement, separately, to every
> newsgroup on
> Usenet.
CROW: Guys, we're dealing with real evil here.
>
> Now you may think
SERVO: Oh, *may* we?
> that the obvious solution is
CROW: Waffles for everyone!
> more regulation of the Net,
MIKE: Is your Net irregular? Then try E-Lax, the gentle electronic lax-
ative.
> and the establishment of a net government with the power to cancel
> inappropriate posts. However, this is just what they want you to
> think.
CROW: Don't you feel stupid now?
> The Canter and Siegel affair was orchestrated
MIKE: By PDQ Bach.
> to marshall public support
> for regulation of the Internet and Internet media on the Net, just as
> "documentaries" on television which assert that the Net is a haven for
> child molesters are designed to muster support for regulation of the
> Net.
SERVO: No, the Net is a haven for net.loons and nude Cindy Crawford
GIFs.
> Canter and Siegel are close friends of the Clintons (Hillary Clinton
> worked with Canter and Siegel in Arkansas)
MIKE: But they're not from...
CROW: Do you *really* think Hilary Clinton would be stupid enough to get
involved with two loser lawyers like Canter and Siegel?
> and by posting advertising
> in a deliberately obnoxious way to the Net, they were doing their
> friends
> a favour.
SERVO: You know those Clinton Democrats-- they're all for censorship.
> The Internet, with its anarchic, bottom-up structure,
CROW: As exemplified by the bottom-up nature of the posts which appear
on it.
> is the greatest
> threat to the supremacy of the powers that be today;
MIKE: Well, that, and peanut butter.
> traditionally,
> whoever controls the means of mass communication controls concensus
> reality and public opinion.
CROW: Ted Turner... your will is my command...
[All begin doing the Tomahawk Chop.]
> The Net threatens this as it makes no
> provision for the powers that be
SERVO: With John Forsythe!
> to regulate the content and thus
> to control the concensus reality of the public. That is why the
> Time Warners and Ted Turners
MIKE: There's more than one Ted Turner??
ALL: Aaaiiiiggh!!!!
> and the rest of the media elite want to
> neutralise the net and to assert control over the means of mass
> communications once again. The Clintons, who are members of the same
> elite foreign-policy circles as the media barons,
CROW: When I think of Bill Clinton, the word 'elite' doesn't spring to
mind.
SERVO: 'French fries' does, though.
MIKE: I was a member of an elite foreign-policy circle once, but they
threw me out because I didn't buy six more records in the first
year.
> have naturally made it
> their agenda to establish a central control mechanism over the
> anarchy
> of the Net.
CROW: Oh, naturally. The President of the United States has nothing bet-
ter to do than set up a huge conspiracy to harass a bunch of com-
puter geeks.
> Once there is a central authority with the power to cancel messages
> and
> regulate content, there is no telling where it will stop. Messages
> expressing "un-American" or politically incorrect opinions may be
> arbitrarily cancelled.
SERVO: Hey, I never liked Bill Maher anyway.
MIKE: Quiet, dear, you don't want the network execs to hear you say
that.
> Opponents of Clipper
SERVO: <singing> They call him Clipper!
> and proponents of
> drug legalisation or disarmament may be proscribed or blacklisted.
> When a Republican administration comes to power,
MIKE: Too late. Have you heard Clinton's policies lately?
> messages inconsistent
> with "family values" (read: Northite right-wing Christian orthodoxy)
> may be deleted.
CROW: read: I am a paraniod loony.
>
> MAKE 30 COPIES OF THIS MESSAGE. DISTRIBUTE WIDELY.
MIKE: Suddenly, it's "MAKE.MONEY.FAST"!
CROW: UN-authorized REPRODUCTION and DISSEMINATION... ah, forget it.
> ----------------------------------------------------------------------
> ---
> To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.
> penet.fi.
SERVO: anon.penet.fi, the Sandy Frank of net.kooks.
> Due to the double-blind,
CROW: Mike, what's a double-blind?
MIKE: It's like a double-blind experiment in science, except in this
case the person writing the article wears a blindfold.
SERVO: Too bad they didn't give blindfolds to the people who had to
read it.
> any mail replies to this message will be anonymized,
> and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been
> warned.
> Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.
> penet.fi.
MIKE: Come to think of it, has anyone ever seen anon.penet.fi being used
appropriately?
>
>
> --
>
> Ashford@netcom.com
[All laugh weakly.]
SERVO: Hokay, so he's either too wet behind the ears to know how to edit
a post, or he's too clueless to realize that his name will appear
in a repost.
>
>
>
...o...2...3...4...5...6...*
[Nobody's home. The Mads light starts flashing. Gypsy strolls in, takes
notice of this, and head-butts the button.]
<>
FRANK: [doing a very bad Dr. F impression] Enjoying the fanfic, Lost
Boys? Still think you're... going to... uh, where is everybody?
<>
GYPSY: They're playing with their toy trains.
<>
FRANK: Oh, yeah. Okay... uh... [searches through papers] ...um. So,
how's it going? All work and no play... oh, wait, I'm doing that
too. Uh-- boys left you out of their fun again? Just like me, you
know, the big guy never lets me help with the fun stuff...
<>
GYPSY: Gosh.
<>
FRANK: <ahem> Um, so, uh, Dimbulb-- hey, he calls me that too... er...
<>
GYPSY: [sympatheticly] Oh.
<>
FRANK: Well... <bashful shrug>
<>
[Gypsy open her mouth to say something, then apparently changes her
mind.]
<>
FRANK: Heh...
[He gives another little shrug, then puts the papers aside.]
<>
MAGIC VOICE: Commercial sign in thirty seconds. All this coyness is mak-
ing me sick.
<>
[Frank is facing to the side, apparently finishing combing his hair
while staring into a mirror that we, the hapless viewers, cannot see. He
turns back to face the camera.]
FRANK: [in a voice that shows he considers himself the epitome of stud-
liness] So, howsabout it? Your place or mine?
<>
GYPSY: Oh, I have to stay in and clean house.
MAGIC VOICE: Why don't you two e-mail each other or something?
GYPSY: Yeah, we could crash a USENET group and flirt in public!
<>
FRANK: Oh, I know the *perfect* place. Do you like llamas?
<>
MAGIC VOICE: Oh boy. Commercial sign now.
[No, this isn't a Fruitopia commercial. Nor is it a Burger King commer-
cial. It isn't even a transmission from Bureau 13. This is a message
from Vinnie. You will obey... obey...]
> From cmcl2!swiss.ans.net!gatech!news-feed-1.peachnet.
CROW: Peachy!
> edu!concert!inxs.ncren.ne!taco.
ALL: Mmm... taco.
> cc.ncsu.edu!eos.ncsu.edu!tfhill
> Sat Sep 10 15:39:30 1994
MIKE: Saturday. September the tenth, nineteen ninety-four at three thir-
ty-nine... A day that will live in infamy.
> Path:cmcl2!swiss.ans.net!gatech!news-feed-1.peachnet.edu!concert!inxs.
> ncren.
SERVO: [Swiss] He is Ollie, you are Sven.
> net!taco.cc.ncsu.edu!eos.ncsu.edu!tfhill
> From: tfhill@eos.ncsu.edu
> Newsgroups: alt.fan.goons
CROW: Yay! A post about the Goon Show!
SERVO: That's *Captain* Neddie Seagoon, M.T., M.T., M.T., M.T., and M.T.
MIKE: What're all the M.T.'s for?
SERVO: I get fivepenny deposit back on each of them!
> Subject: PROPOSAL:
CROW: But this is all so sudden-- we've only known each other for five
lines-- and I'm just not ready to settle down yet...
> Oquenorean fan group...
SERVO: What's Oquenorean, Mike?
MIKE: I don't know.
> Date: 10 Sep 1994 07:01:40 GMT
> Organization: OQUENDOREANS
CROW: Isn't this that bunch of guys who want to build a floating city in
the Carribean Sea?
MIKE: That's pretty obscure, Crow.
> Lines: 14
MIKE: I think that's the author's IQ.
> Sender: tfhill@eos.ncsu.edu (Tony Franklin Hill)
SERVO: [singing] Return to sender...
> Distribution: world
> Message-ID: <34rlkk$5c5@taco.cc.ncsu.edu>
MIKE: Oh, I get it. The MESSAGE is fourteen lines. As for the header,
who knows.
> Reply-To: tfhill@eos.ncsu.edu
CROW: [British accent] Moriarty, I think we've found our Charlie.
> NNTP-Posting-Host: n00000-103sul.unity.ncsu.edu
> X-Newsreader: mxrn 6.18-17
MIKE: I don't remember that verse being in the Bible...
>
>
>
> We
SERVO: FINALLY!
> here at Oquendorean headquarters are hoping to start new newsgroup
> all about Jose Oquendo,
CROW: And we're posting here because the connection between him and the
Goons is crystal clear.
> the great utility player for the St. Louis
> Cardinals.
MIKE: Are also hoping to collect definite articles for needy.
SERVO: [creepy voice] Newsgroup filthy. Requires special attention. Is
getting special attention...
> We expect a tremendous response.
CROW: In fact, I think I hear the lynch mob now.
> Everyone interested,
> please feel free to reply with comments, suggestions, etc.
SERVO: Hate Mail.
CROW: Flames.
SERVO: Chain letters.
MIKE: Mail Bombs.
> Please
> consider voting for this necessary newsgroup.
MIKE: Okay, I'll consider it. Hmmm... Nope, won't do it.
CROW: About as necessary as a hangnail.
>
>alt.fan.oquendo
>
SERVO: .die.die.die.
>
>
>tfhill@unity.ncsu.edu
>
MIKE: Well, it is the state that Jesse Helms is senator of, so maybe
this post might pass.
>
>
MIKE: Peace?
CROW: Not for Hill.
>
>
SERVO: Many line feeds died to make this post. Think about it, won't
you? Thank you.
> From cmcl2!panix!
MIKE: Isn't it a little late to start panicking?
> MathWorks.Com!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!howland.reston.ans.net!news.
> sprintlink.net!
CROW: I wonder when we're going to see Candice Bergen named spokesman
for the Information Superhighway.
MIKE: When it gets *built*, maybe?
> ns1.unicomp.net!usenet Wed Sep 28 14:18:02 1994
> Path: cmcl2!panix!MathWorks.Com!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!howland.reston.
> ans.net!news.sprintlink.net!ns1.unicomp.net!usenet
SERVO: Geez, we've gone through this already!
> From: Glenn@seeker.unicomp.net
CROW: Oh no, the Amazing Colossal Man has net.access!
> Newsgroups: alt.bbs.watergate,alt.bbs.waffle,
ALL: [singing] alt.bbs.waffle, we... love... you!
> alt.bbs.unixbbs,alt.bbs.pcbuucp,alt.bbs.pcboard,alt.bbs.majorbbs,alt.
> bbs.lists,alt.bbs.internet,alt.bbs.gigo-gateway,
SERVO: So, you think this is about BBSes?
CROW: This *is* BBS-- a bunch of bull...
MIKE: [warningly] Crow...
> alt.bbs.first-class,alt.bbs.doors,alt.bbs.allsysop,alt.bbs.ads,alt.
> barney.dinosaur.die.die.die,
CROW: Hey, what does that big dumb dinosaur have to do with computers?
SERVO: [superiorly] If you had a Mac you'd know about "Barney Blaster".
> alt.banjo,alt.backrubs,
MIKE: And the obligatory newsgroups that have nothing to do with the
topic, vital for any USENET post.
> alt.bacchus
SERVO: [Mr. Magoo voice] Oh, Mr. Magoo, you've done it again.
> Subject: PART TIME INCOME
CROW: I hope Ben Franklin's shadow doesn't turn up again! Yipe!
> Date: Tue, 27 Sep 94 15:23:45 PDT
MIKE: PDT?
SERVO: Pretty Darn Tasteless.
MIKE: Oh.
> Organization: UniComp Technologies International Corp -- Internet
> Service
> Lines: 56
> Message-ID: <369v91$g9v@ns1.unicomp.net>
> NNTP-Posting-Host: unicomp9
> Mime-Version: 1.0
[Mike stands up and starts making strange gestures.]
SERVO: [low voice] Mike! What are you doing?
MIKE: [low voice] I'm miming a reply to the author.
SERVO: But you only need one finger to do that!
> Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII
[Mike sits down.]
> X-Newsreader: NEWTNews & Chameleon -- TCP/IP for MS Windows from
> NetManage
CROW: <sigh> GET ON WITH IT!
> Xref: cmcl2 alt.bbs.watergate:132 alt.bbs.waffle:8786 alt.bbs.unixbbs:
SERVO: No-ho-hoooo! Please! Not again!
> 1433 alt.bbs.pcbuucp:2668 alt.bbs.pcboard:4036 alt.bbs.majorbbs:4408
> alt.bbs.lists:7713 alt.bbs.internet:21431 alt.bbs.gigo-gateway:533
> alt.bbs.first-class:4881 alt.bbs.doors:496 alt.bbs.allsysop:7231 alt.
> bbs.ads:10217 alt.barney.dinosaur.die.die.die
MIKE: How about alt.lame-posts.die.die.die?
> :18080 alt.banjo:1081 alt.backrubs:4058 alt.bacchus:734
>
>
>
> FUN, TRAVEL & WEALTH AWAIT!
SERVO: [singing]: Come aboard... We're expecting you....
> Join me
MIKE: [Darth Vader voice] On the dark side of the Force.
> in an exciting membership that offers fabulous world
> wide vacations.
CROW: After you're caught, you'll see every federal prison!
MIKE: Might want to get that spacebar fixed.
> In addition, our members can purchase (for re-sale
> or to keep) name brand products at or near manufacturer's cost.
SERVO: Welcome to the glamorous world of wholesaling!
> Members also enjoy low cost group dental insurance, prescription
> drugs, vision care,
MIKE: Every week we'll mail you the entire contents of alt.startrek.
creative. If you can read through it all without getting bleary-
eyed, you have excellent vision!
> and emergency care flight!
SERVO: I'm REALLY going to enjoy that emergency flight to the hospital
after I'm in a car crash.
> There is even a
> unique & safe investment program that will teach YOU how to turn a
> $5,000 investment into millions.
MIKE: Yes, it's the wonderful world of counterfeiting!
CROW: [Struthers] Do you want to turn 5,000 dollar investments into mil-
lions? Sure, we all do!
> However, the best part of the
> membership, is that our members can: BE THEIR OWN BOSS
MIKE: I'm a lousy worker! I'm fired!
> AND EARN A
> LIFETIME RESIDUAL INCOME OF OVER $100,000 PER YEAR!!
>
> THIS BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY
SERVO: Is a figment of my imagination.
> REQUIRES NO INVENTORY INVESTMENT,
CROW: OR THE SENSE OF HEARING, EITHER!
> AND TAKES LESS
>
> THAN 1 HOUR PER MONTH TO DO!
MIKE: Just like washing Howard Stern's hair.
> ----THIS IS THE BEST "NO HASSLE" PART TIME BUSINESS EVER DESIGNED!----
SERVO: The only hassle.. is this post!
> Here are some highlights of this exciting part time business:
CROW: Highlights for Children.
MIKE: I think Goofus wrote this post.
> * Get started for less than $30!
CROW: And finish with less than $2!
> * No Inventory, No Paperwork, or Quotas!
SERVO: Or results!
MIKE: [singing] Not a single luxury...
> * Can do this from your home or apartment anywhere in the world!
SERVO: But what about condos?
MIKE: Yeah, and what if we're stuck up here in space?
> * THE INCOME POTENTIAL IS UNLIMITED!!
CROW: That is, *my* income potential!
> * The business will not interfere with anything you do now!
SERVO: Because you'll be broke and without a home for it to interfere
with!
> * No need to make phone calls, and it's totally discreet!
> * No need to bother friends or relatives!
MIKE: No calling circles!
> Company supplies leads!
CROW: Company puts lead in your water supply!
SERVO: That would explain their thought processes...
> * Earn Fabulous Vacations from the comfort of your home!
MIKE: Why is he trying to sell vacations to people who don't want to
leave their homes?
> * No Personal Selling Necessary, our system does the selling for you!
SERVO: In fact, we don't even need you! Forget it!
> * EASY TO EARN BIG $$$, anyone can do it!
MIKE: Even Dave Rhodes!
CROW: Even Mike Jittlov!
> * No meetings or presentations are necessary!
> * Rock-solid, long-term program that will produce a lifetime income!
> * YOU CAN MAKE MORE IN ONE MONTH, THAN WORKING ALL YEAR AT A JOB!
MIKE: Well of course, if that job is flipping burgers.
> If this sounds TOO GOOD to be true....
SERVO: Then you're a fantastic judge of character!
> YOU OWE IT TO YOURSELF TO FIND OUT MORE!!!
MIKE: Hello, Better Business Bureau?
> FOR FREE INFORMATION,
CROW: Call Planned Parenthood now.
> & A $100 FREE TRAVEL GIFT.......
SERVO: Sure, that's, what, bus fare from Skokie to Peoria?
> Please send a stamped self-addressed, #10 envelope
CROW: Or a #2 pencil!
MIKE: Or a #9 dream!
SERVO: Help! I keep ending my sentences with exclamation points!
CROW: Oh, no! I've got it too!
> to:
> Glenn Quest
MIKE: I bet Race Bannon put him up to this.
SERVO: Help me! My 1 key is getting worn out!
> P. O. BOX 24469
> FT. WORTH, TX. 76124
CROW: Somebody!
SERVO: Help!
CROW: Get rid of the nasty exclamation-point Glenn beastie!
>
>
>
>
>
>
SERVO: Hey, this is the best part!
CROW: I know! It's my favorite bit so far!
SERVO: Yeah! THE END!
MIKE: Okay, that's enough with the exclamations.
> From cmcl2!yale.edu!spool.mu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!news.
> sprintlink.net!uunet!psinntp!interramp.com!usenet Tue Sep 20 21:26:18
> 1994
> Path: cmcl2!yale.edu!spool.mu.edu!
CROW: spoo.mu.edu?
SERVO: Mmmmm... spoo.
> howland.reston.ans.net!news.sprintlink.net!uunet!psinntp!interramp.
> com!usenet
MIKE: It's deja vu time all over again, folks!
> From: kwas@panix.com
CROW: "Panix." Sums up my feelings about this short, perfectly.
> Newsgroups: alt.fan.goons
SERVO: Moriarty, put our poster's head in this forty-ton steam press for
a moment. PSST! THUD!
> Subject: WEIGHT LOSS GUARANTEED
MIKE: Do you want to bring the Internet to a standstill with a phony
weight loss program?
ALL: Sure, we all do!
> Date: Tue, 20 Sep 94 18:32:29 PDT
> Organization: PSI Public Usenet Link
CROW: So Psi-Corps was behind all this spamming. I'm not surprised.
> Lines: 43
MIKE: Don't Panic!
SERVO: That says 43 lines, not 42.
MIKE: Picky, picky.
> Message-ID: <35nsko$lo2@www.interramp.com>
> NNTP-Posting-Host: ip245.new-york.ny.interramp.com
SERVO: So, "kwas@panix.com", care to explain that?
> Mime-Version: 1.0
> Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII
> X-Newsreader: NEWTNews & Chameleon -- TCP/IP for MS Windows from
> NetManage
MIKE: Geez, the man's Speaker of the House for maybe four weeks and al-
ready he's muscling in on everything in sight...
>
>
>
>
>
CROW: Well?
MIKE: I don't--
> How
ALL: Yaah!
> I lost weight online!
CROW: By spending so much time on the dang computer that I never stopped
to have decent meals!
>
> If you're like me,
SERVO: And I know I am--
MIKE: Then your postmaster needs some talking to.
> you spend hours sitting in front of a computer, getting
> little exercise, and eating whatever happens to be handy. I knew that
> it
> wasn't healthy to be overweight and it certainly wasn't attractive.
SERVO: Look, pal, I was *built* this chubby. Now, please leave me alone!
CROW: But on the net, who cares?
> I
> didn't think I had any alternative that would fit into my computer
> oriented
> lifestyle.
MIKE: "Computer oriented lifestyle"? What a geek.
SERVO: Ahem!
> Luckily, while cruising around the Net I came across someone who had
> been
> in my situation and had taken some herbal tablets as part of an easy,
> inexpensive, online program that produced amazing results.
CROW: Namely, death by starvation.
> Now I'm just as
> skeptical as you are,
MIKE: Oh, I doubt that.
> but when I learned that these herbal tablets contain
> combinations of natural, safe herbs whose dietary powers have been
> known
> for centuries, and that the easy to follow program comes with a 30
> day
> satisfaction guarantee,
SERVO: And that they worked wonders for some guy named Dave Rhodes...
> I decided to give it a try. After all, I didn't
> want meetings, public weigh-ins, or expensive special foods. I wanted
> to
> lose weight online - Quickly, safely, and inexpensively... and keep it
> off!
CROW: [panicky] Keep it off me! KEEP IT OFF ME!
>
MIKE: Hey, any of you remember the BodyLink?
CROW: Ah, yes! "Your Link to Fitness, Health, and Well-Being." <chortle>
> The results were amazing.
SERVO: I actually *gained* weight from eating too many of the dang
herbs!
> Within a few days after starting the program I
> could feel the difference.
CROW: Within a few *more* days, I had to let out my belt five notches.
> I felt more energetic than I had in years, and
> I was actually eating less without feeling hungry. At last, I had
> control
> over my appetite. I began losing weight , and excess fat (inches).
MIKE: Suddenly, every male reading this article reconsiders.
> My
> usual cravings for junk food were becoming a thing of the past.
SERVO: Replaced by an addiction to the drugs contained in the herbs.
> I became
> totally satisfied with healthy low fat meals and snacks, which as a
> side
> benefit, are much less expensive than junk food.
CROW: If you consider steak to be junk food.
> I lost 26 lbs and 5
> inches
ALL: <ahem>
> around my waist.
SERVO: Oh.
CROW: As for the rest of me, it's still Goodyear Blimp city!
> I believe that this improvement will be permanent because I didn't
> change
> my lifestyle
SERVO: Sure-- huh?
MIKE: Care to run that one by me again?
> or rely on special diet foods. I just used the herbal tablets
> and they enabled my body to change naturally.
CROW: I mean, cyanide can't be bad for you 'cause it's natural, right?
> I hope you're as lucky as me, and try this amazing natural herbal
> program.
> Let me know how you do.
>
> For information on the amazing herbal tablet program, don't contact
> me,
MIKE: --as my own machine will have been buried underneath a pile of
hate mail--
> just email to the Company at: 6937131@mcimail.com.
SERVO: Here at the Telephone Company, we serve all sorts of people, from
presidents and kings to the scum of the earth...
>
> Good luck!
CROW: You'll need it!
MIKE: Ah, that's too obvious.
> Date: 25 Sep 94 20:07:52 EDT
> From: Elizabeth L. Moore
SERVO: What's her middle name?
MIKE: Must be "Less".
> Subject: Very Important
> To: Eric D. Petitt, Kyle B. Teamey, Anil R. Doshi, Ann Marie Nee,
> Keith M. Zorn, Jeremy D. Gwiazda, Timothy R. Jezek, Trevor J. Hart,
> Ysabella L. Castro, Sixten F. K. Otto, John L. C. Maldonado, Rodrego
> A. Byerly
CROW: Wow, check out the subliminals in there: team, pet, knee, an--
[Mike clamps a hand over Crow's beak.]
SERVO: castr...
MIKE: [warningly] Tom...
> THIS IS NOT A HOAX!!
SERVO: This is swamp gas, or perhaps the planet Venus, but not a deli-
berate hoax.
CROW: [as Mike lets go of him] And there goes the Hoax Alarm.
> Since September 25, 1994, this blitz
MIKE: It's a ballroom blitz.
> has been traveling through the
> cyberspace of Dartmouth College,
SERVO: More of a cyber-niche, really.
> as well as the rest of the world.
> Everyone who has received it who has forwarded it to at least ten
> people has
> received at least $100 within the next week.
CROW: You'll just have to trust me on this one, since I'm writing this
*on* September 25...
> Everyone who has received it and ignored it has lost at least one limb
> within
> the next 24 hours.
SERVO: Oh, *I'm* worried!
MIKE: Wow, who's the poor sod who lost more than one limb?
> Here at Dartmouth,
SERVO: We like frenching.
> we study the nature of things,
CROW: 'Cause that David Suzuki is really hot!
> and one of those universal
> dilemmas we ponder is
MIKE: [thoughtfully] Where's the beef?
> whether our existence is determined by fate or free
> will.
SERVO: It's stumped philosophers for millenia, but we'll give you three
credit hours if you figure it out.
MIKE: I don't know about the rest of you, but none of what goes on here
was ever *my* idea.
> Here is your opportunity to prove the latter to the rest of humanity.
> The choice is yours.
CROW: Hey, quit coaching the panelist!
> Should you choose to accept the challenge,
SERVO: ...the Secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions. This
file will self-destruct in five seconds. Good luck, Jim.
> you must
> forward this message in its entirety to at least 10 people, not
> necessarily
> Dartmouth students.
CROW: In fact, I can suggest a Radford University student who should re-
ceive all ten copies.
MIKE: Tonight, on "Not Necessarily Dartmouth Students".
> I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A CHAIN LETTER.
SERVO: I prefer to think of it as a link-o-gram.
> (and Goldsmith's speech at the
> Community at Dartmouth program was not PC).
CROW: What's is the Dartmouth program?
MIKE: Apparently, it's "Sending stupid email 101".
CROW: Just as long as it doesn't start another of those computer holy
wars...
SERVO: Never mind, we're outta here.
...o...2...3...4...5...6...*
[SoL bridge. Gypsy is busy doing something, heavens know what, and whis-
tling. She's wearing her "lipstick", false eyelashes, earrings, fancy,
um, dress, etc. The Mads light flashes.]
<>
[A TV screen can be seen atop the console, showing a frozen frame from
_What to Do on a Date_.]
FRANK: Saaay, what's with the outfit?
<>
GYPSY: Oh, it's just a little thing I wear around the house sometimes.
What's that you're watching?
<>
FRANK: [hastily turning the TV screen away] Uh... heh... just a... thing
that was on.
[awkward pause]
FRANK: You.. uh... like to watch... I mean you-- I mean, what are you
watching? Er, were watching? Uh, like to watch?
<>
GYPSY: Well, I like to watch "Sea Hunt"...
<>
FRANK: Uh, hey! Yeah! [terrible Lloyd Bridges impression] "By this time,
my lungs were aching for air..." But that Admiral Nelson! Is he
corny or what??
<>
GYPSY: I think he's cute.
<>
FRANK: *Cute*? Oh, give me a break! Why, he's... uh, hello? You there?
<>
[The SoL bridge is entirely empty. The commercial sign button flashes.]
[A family of plastic people are hiking in the woods and laughing at other
plastic people who don't have Duracell batteries. A horde of mutant hell-
beasts attacks, and only the family with Duracell batteries is able to
outrun them. They head for a ranger station, but it has already been ta-
ken over and fortified by the Energizer bunny. Ha ha, that good old
American humor!]
> From cmcl2!yale.edu!spool.mu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!news.
> sprintlink.net
SERVO: Say, guys, have you noticed Gypsy acting a little strange lately?
CROW: Nah.
MIKE: It's probably just her period or something.
> !redstone.interpath.net!ddsw1!a2i!jayjames.a2i!jayjames Wed Sep 28
> 17:02:04 1994
> Newsgroups: misc.invest,alt.fan.dave_barry
MIKE: [singing] One of these groups is not like the other... One of
these groups does not belong...
CROW: Hey, alt.fan.dave_barry! You know what that means?
MIKE: No.
CROW: Boogerboogerboogerboogerboogerboogerboogerboogerboogerbooger...
SERVO: Oh boy.
> Path: cmcl2!yale.edu!spool.mu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!news.
> sprintlink.net!redstone.interpath.net
CROW: Not to be confused with blakestone.interpath.net.
SERVO: Or perrystone.interpath.net.
CROW: Or limestone.interpath.net.
SERVO: Or oliverstone.interpath.net.
MIKE: Alright, alright, I think they get the joke already.
> !ddsw1
SERVO: What's that line say?
MIKE: D...D...S...W...1.
SERVO: Very good.
> !a2i
SERVO: And that line?
MIKE: A...2...L.
SERVO: Ah, try that again?
MIKE: A...2...um...I!
SERVO: Very good.
MIKE: Ah, the eye-doctor sketch.
> !jayjames.a2i!jayjames
> From: Jay James <jayjames@rahul.net>
CROW: So, basically, this is from Jay James?
MIKE: I bet he's Jesse James's half brother.
SERVO: Really? I thought it always had to be a niece or a nephew or
something...
> Subject: My Last Post! My Last Words! OH THE HUMANITY!
CROW: It's the Hindenburg all over again!
> Message-ID: <CwpoCD.4zv@rahul.net>
> Sender: news@rahul.net (Usenet News)
> Nntp-Posting-Host: bolero.rahul.net
MIKE: Ah, a Maurice Ravel fan.
SERVO: Or a Donatos Pizza fan.
> Nntp-Posting-User: jayjames
> Organization: a2i network
> X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL2]
CROW: X-Men: FOX [kids' show]
> Date: Mon, 26 Sep 1994 00:36:12 GMT
> Lines: 56
> Xref: cmcl2 misc.invest:79065 alt.fan.dave_barry:8097
MIKE: And, turning to the other key indices, exploding cows are up 20%
today.
> Today is my last day as a cyberperson.
SERVO: Since the Mads are sending us his article, I'm guessing that's a
good thing.
CROW: If he's the type who likes to say `cyber'-anything, I probably
won't miss him.
> Like TRON, the plug will soon be
> pulled in a few hours, and Jay James will be no more.
MIKE: So sign off already.
> Rahul will terminate
> me after today--all the King's horses and all the King's men could not
> change his tyrantical mind.
SERVO: "Tyrantical"?
CROW: Tyrannical ant.
SERVO: Sure-- huh?
> (Thanks to all the people who e-mailed me
> anyway...I didn't know being obnoxious could make so many new
> friends...
CROW: All of whom call themselves "postmaster" for some reason...
> hehehe!... maybe I'll try this in real life as well).
MIKE: Hey, go for it, Jay! We'll be waiting with a forklift.
> But you will remember my last words --
SERVO: No matter how much you want to forget them.
> I'm talking to
CROW: Myself.
> the people at misc.invest--just like Captain Hook in Treasure Island
SERVO: What's *he* doing on misc.invest?
> (click on < > for
> sound effects)
CROW: Uh, Jay? You're using TIN, not Mosaic.
> (<> "Pieces O' Eight, Pieces O' Ate, Picies O' 8"); just
> like Captain Ahab in Moby Dick (<> "There She Blows!");
MIKE: <ahem> Please, not on a family newsgroup.
> just like Bret
> Butler to Scarlett O'Hare in Gone with the Wind
SERVO: I have this awful feeling that he really believes this.
> (<> "Frankly my Dear..")
> just like Jay James on investin' in the Stock Market (<> GET OUT
> NOW!!).
MIKE: Uh... was there a joke in there?
CROW: No, of course not, for it to be a joke it'd have to be funny.
>
> Long after I'm gone, my proficy/profitcy/whatever
SERVO: PROFITCY: (noun) A prophecy which one plans to profit immensely
from.
CROW: Hey, it's Prophets for Profit!
MIKE: Now that's REALLY obscure.
> of a STOCK MARKET CRASH
> by years end (the Dow will bottom at 3500 by November, and rebound in
> December) will haunt you...
MIKE: Yeah, as if the Dow isn't going up and down constantly.
> But I won't be around to enjoy it--oh the humanity!
SERVO: Oh, the hubris!
> It does not matter. Like Greg Meadors, I will be around, somewhere,
> somehow, though I won't be posting, to take credit whenever the market
> goes down from here to the end of the year...
CROW: Which year, again?
> and I will not be take any of
> the blame if it goes up. But I post no more forever as Jay James (<>
> "I
> will fight no more forever"--Geranamo, on Geraldo).
SERVO: [hums the chorus of "Heart of the Appaloosa".]
> Many people have asked who I really am...and, now it can be told.
MIKE: I'm Empress Anastasia.
> I really am....
CROW: The Shadow.
SERVO: Coleman Francis.
MIKE: Bert I. Gordon.
CROW: Darkman.
>
> ....
MIKE: A mutant ellipsis.
> ....
>
> really, truly am....
SERVO: An escaped lunatic.
MIKE: A criminal wanted dead or alive.
CROW: Elvis's ghost.
> ....
CROW: ASCII art of a centipede.
>
> .....
MIKE: ASCII art of a millipede.
>
SERVO: ASCII art of a millipede's antennae.
> ~
> ~
> ~
> ~
> ~
> ~
> ~
> ~
> ~
> ~
CROW: <heh> A whole new can of worms, that's what he is.
> MAD VLAD!!!!!
MIKE: Drac's back, and this time he's angry!
SERVO: Will the real Mad Vlad please stand up?... Now sit down... Now go
moo... See, *I'm* in charge of this court!
>
>
>
> Cheers,
CROW: Was filmed before a pre-recorded studio audience.
> --
MIKE: Don't wait up for us, Jay.
> Jay James <jayjames@rahul.net>
> Article: 14673 of alt.startrek.creative
> Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative
SERVO: Oh, no, they saved the worst for last.
> Path: caen!hearst.acc.Virginia.EDU!ruacad!rucs2!sratliff
CROW: The *very* worst!
> From: sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu (Stephen Ratliff)
> Subject: Marrissa Stories
> Message-ID: <CyyuzH.Iw@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu>
> Organization: Radford University
> X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL2]
> Date: Tue, 8 Nov 1994 20:45:15 GMT
> Lines: 119
>
>
>
> Note from the Author concerning Who Q? Where Q?
MIKE: Red Q, blue Q.
CROW: He's using the word "author" very loosely here.
> This post is a call for response.
MIKE: And a desperate cry for help.
> Over the last 2 months I have
> posted and Reposted parts 1-10 of Who Q? Where Q?
SERVO: A repeat offender.
> I have not recieved
> anywhere near the amount of response I recieved for Cadet Cruise.
CROW: No hate mail, no unwanted pizza deliveries, no nothing!
> So
> please respond.
SERVO: [weeping] Answer! Please answer! Come on, pick up, I know you're
there!
> Future posts may take a bit longer to arrive.
ALL: Good!
> I have a heavy coarse
> load
MIKE: I'm taking Sandpaper 101.
SERVO: And they're making me repeat every single English class since
third grade!
> with 3 programs due in the next 2 weeks. In addition to that I
> need to write part 11 and 15 and rewrite parts 12-14.
MIKE: Can you imagine what his stories look like *before* he edits them?
CROW: Like "Revenge of the Romulans," probably.
SERVO: He has to go back and fix a few words he accidentally spelled
right.
> Thank you for you letters concerning my story.
CROW: Especially the 10,000 letters from the same address all quoting
everything I've ever written.
> I enjoyed you
> comments and look forward to more such letters.
SERVO: [sings] As we dance to the Masochism Tango!
> Please feel free to
> email or even regular mail me any time with your comments and
> complaints.
CROW: Oh, sure, you say you want comments, but you conveniently leave
out your snail-mail address.
MIKE: His mailman was complaining about the constant ticking in Rat-
liff's packages.
> I am introducing four Captains in these stories one of which
> will be use as a Marrissa's
CROW: "A Marrissa"? There's more than one?!
SERVO: Sure, she's a group intelligence. That's how she can do so much.
> Commanding Officer when she leaves the
> Enterprise please tell me which one you perfer.
MIKE: Can we cast a write-in vote for Captain Bligh?
> Phillip Andrews votes 1
> Human Male age 40
SERVO: Bachelor Number 1 likes cooking, the opera, and long romantic
walks on the beach.
> Star Wars Fan
CROW: Aw, not a crossover on top of everything else!
MIKE: I'm sure it will just be a line or two. [pause] Probably.
CROW: AAAAA!
> "This guy is good." WQWQ part 10
>
> Yuki Yoshida votes 1
SERVO: But is it *bold*?
> Human Male age 38
MIKE: But "Yuki" is a female name, actually.
SERVO: That's a heck of a thing to get particular about at *this* point,
Nelson...
> Won America's Cup for Japan in 2370
> "This is not going to be easy." WQWQ part 6
SERVO: Yep.
CROW: We're right there with ya, buddy.
> Victoria Ohlin votes 4
> Human Female age 37
> "I always wanted to meet that entity." WQWQ part 4
MIKE: So, entity, you come here often?
CROW: The entire spectrum of this woman's life is described by "Human
Female age 37. `I always wanted to meet that entity.'"?
SERVO: Ratliff has a tough time coming up with even *one*-dimensional
characters.
> T'Gwen Washington votes 5
SERVO: Distant relative of Martha.
MIKE: No, Tom, that would be far too cool for this fanfic.
CROW: [annoyed] What the *heck* are you two *talking* about?!
> half-Vulcan half-Human Female age 39
> "Are there not more logical and more effective ways to conduct
> research?" WQWQ part 4
>
> As this story is winding up it is time for the projected
SERVO: He's winding a watch and a projector?
> next
> story for the Kid's crew of the USS Enterprise to be announced ...
'BOTS: NOOOOOOOOOO!
MIKE: Yes, tell us now so that our anxiety-induced nightmares can be
that much more vivid.
> Away from Home ...
SERVO: Isn't that a Golden Bough Album?
MIKE: No, that's _Far From Home_.
> A three part story ...
CROW: Beginning, middle, and end?
> The field trip
MIKE: Strange happenings at the Exploratorium.
> set TNG season 6
> See how the Kid's crew orginated in a tragic
> shuttle crash.
CROW: Tragically, they all survive.
MIKE: Isn't Marrissa a little young to have an untold origin?
SERVO: Poor kid. She's 12 years old and she's already being retconned.
> The Away Mission
> set TNG after 'All Good Things ...'
> Marrissa's first away mission. Rescue the kidnapped
> children of (planet name to be decided).
CROW: I guess all the good collections of random consonants are already
taken.
> The Chase
MIKE: Starring Charlie Sheen.
> set after ST: Generations
> Marrissa has been Kidnapped.
CROW: And the Daleks have built a time machine.
SERVO: Must be another "Ransom of Red Chief" ripoff.
> Now the scattered crew
> of the Enterprise must chase her kidnappers down
MIKE: And thank them!
> Interducing ...
CROW: Ow.
> The Trakce
SERVO: Trakce? Where did he come up with a dumb name like that?
MIKE: Simple. He knows someone with the last name Eckart and he thought
he could impress them by putting their name spelled backwards into
a story.
SERVO: That's the stupidest way to impress someone I've ever heard.
CROW: Tell that to Jodie Foster.
> A new alien race ... hostile to the Federation.
SERVO: Ooh, *there's* a new idea...
MIKE: They're angry because the Federation cut off education and health
services to migrant Tracke farmworkers.
> The Stargazer (refited)
> Captain Picards old command beginning refit to become
> the Federation's first Fighter Carrier in 50 years,
CROW: Gee, I wonder where they'll find a good fighter pilot.
> not yet ready for service
SERVO: Much like Ratliff's writing.
> Featuring ...
>
> Captain Scott
> Recently returned to service.
> Risa
> Where Marrissa was kidnapped.
MIKE: How come he's introducing a planet like it's a character?
SERVO: Hey, don't talk about Scotty like that!
> Staring ...
CROW: In horror at yet another terrible sequel...
> Marrissa Amber Flores
SERVO: Herbert Walker Louis Stevenson Cougar Arnold Fortensky Mellencamp
"Buffy"...
> Picard
> Captain USS Enterprise's Kid's crew
> rank none,ensign,lieutenant j.g.
MIKE: This is even harder to pin down than O'Brien's rank.
> Jay Gordon
> First Officer Ent. K.C. (first 2 stories only)
SERVO: Hmm, I sense a thinning of the pack ahead.
> rank none
> Clara Sutter
> Cheif Engineer Ent. K.C.
CROW: So that would make her a K.C. Chief?
MIKE: Yeah, she's a good officer on paper but she'll fold in the big
game.
> First Officer Ent. K.C. (last story)
SERVO: Last story? Hallelujah!
CROW: I think he means "latest", not "last".
> rank none
MIKE: Oh, c'mon! I always thought these characters were *very* rank.
SERVO: Heh.
> Jean-Luc Picard
> Captain USS Enterprise
CROW: Well, thanks for clearing *that* up!
> Also Staring
MIKE: ...in disbelief, Ratliff's 3rd-grade English teacher!
CROW: [old woman voice] Stevie was such an imaginative boy, but I had
hoped his spelling would improve just a little...
> Commander William T. Riker Lt.Commander Data
>
> Counselor Deanna Troi Doctor Beverly Crusher
>
> Lieutenant Worf Lt.Commander Geordi LaForge
>
> Shayna Sachs Admiral Necheyev
SERVO: And the appropriately named Lieutenant Not-Appearing-In-This-Fan-
fic.
> -----------------------
>
> This story is only in outline form and I will no way garrenty
CROW: That the reader will survive the terrifying ordeal of reading it.
> its arrive on the internet much less its completion.
ALL: [much cheering and rejoicing]
> However I believe
> that it will be done and I would like your input on this projected
> story.
SERVO: Dear Ratliff: Stop writing, in the name of all that is holy,
please please please STOP!
> Comments on this and any other posting are directed to the
> following address :
MIKE: Happydale Sanitarium, New Jersey.
> sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu
>
> Thank you for your time.
SERVO: [Frank Bartles voice] And thank you for your support.
> Live long and prosper
CROW: Mike, if I ever use that phrase as a closing, I want you to kill
me.
> Stephen Ratliff
>
>
SERVO: It's over! Oh God, run for your lives!
>
...o...2...3...4...5...6...*
[Morale is at an all-time low on the SoL bridge. Mike is hugging Servo
and Crow, who are crying.]
SERVO: It's no good, Mike! There's no light left in the world!
CROW: I give in to Ratliff. I can't fight any more!
MIKE: Well, he hasn't actually posted his new fanfics yet. Maybe... may-
be he'll learn the error of his ways before then.
CROW: Mike, we're talking about a university student who can't spell
"ignore"!
SERVO: So this is how it ends, drifting all alone in the night... but
hark... what strange music is this I hear?
[All fall silent. Faint electronic music and the sound of a motor can be
heard.]
MIKE: Oh, we must have left one of the trains running.
[Both 'bots stare off-screen toward the source of the sounds, seemingly
mesmerized.]
MIKE: Hang on a second.
[He heads off-screen, and the sounds stop. Then he hurries past in front
of the counter, laying some plastic G scale track on it. He comes back
to his spot behind the counter holding a model train control, and a G
scale circus train comes into view, running slowly. Lights on the vari-
ous cars flash in amusing ways, and some part of it is playing cheesy e-
lectronic music.]
SERVO: Ah, the old G scale circus train. Inane, hackneyed, and yet...
strangely uplifting.
CROW: Yeah... I do feel better! Hey, Mr. 15-part-opus Ratliff, I dare
you to quash this!
SERVO: You'll never destroy us as long as we have... [speaks in awed
tones] the circus train!
MIKE: That's the spirit! I think. I mean, it's just a model train...
SERVO: [launching himself at Mike] UNBELIEVER!!
MIKE: Okay, okay! [gives the 'bots a hug]
[Gypsy practically dances past.]
MIKE: Hey, Gypsy, what's up?
GYPSY: Oh, I was seeing this guy, but we broke up, and I was getting
mad, but I got even instead.
CROW: Uh, that's very... interesting, Gypsy. [whispers to Mike] What's
she talking about?
[Mike shrugs, and mouths, "Humor her." The Mads button flashes.]
SERVO: Hey, Oyarsa's calling.
<>
[Frank is holding the papers again.]
FRANK: [reading directly from paper] "Well, I hope you enjoyed your
painful demise. Push the button, Frank." Oh, that's what I'm sup-
posed to do. I wonder what else there is... [looks at next sheet
of paper] "Frank, just push the button. FRANK!!!"
[The console emits a loud <ZORCH> and begins to smoke.]
FRANK: Oh, great... [checks console] oh, it was just a power surge.
[types a couple things in] Uh, system check... "cannot read /usr
/home/imthegod"? My "Baywatch" GIFs... Nooooo! <sniffle> Why?
Why?
<>
[Gypsy laughs evilly as Mike and the 'bots edge away from her.]
MIKE: Guys, we gotta spend more time with her.
<>
[Frank, still sniffling, collapses, hitting the button in the process.]
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<fwshhh>
MSTed by Frank Barletta <fpbst+@pitt.edu>,
Mike Barklage <barklage@ucsu.colorado.edu>,
Steve Brinich <steve-b@digex.net>,
Todd Gilbert <tgilbert@salsa.abq.bdm.com>,
Claye Hodge <crh222@delphi.com>,
Matthew Miller <rmiller@infinet.com>,
Petrea Mitchell <pravn@mvp.com>, (Ye Editor)
& Mark Sachs <sachs@crayola.cse.psu.edu>
Host segments by Petrea Mitchell
Special thanks to Frank Gulczinski and Tris Heydt
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