This is a bunch of posts I logged from Gibe on the /<oS. I wish I had logged stuff by other
users too, cuz some of this stuff makes no sense out of context. Anyway, it's a bit of history.
If ANYONE else has logs of ANY /<oS activities, e-mail them to me.
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 1:31 pm Tue Jan 18, 1994
sigh.
Say NO to co-dependence. Say NO to emotional entanglement and manipulation.
Say NO to martyrdom disguised as victimization. Say NO to people who refuse to
say NO, but wrap a noose of indifferent maybe's around yer neck and hang you
high. Say NO to Bobbitry. Say NO to the hell that's other people. Say NO to
the dissipation effected by the DIS. Say FUCK IT to the dime-store
Victorianism that is unrequited love.
Say YEAH to forgetting about it.
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 10:08 pm Thu Feb 17, 1994
Speaking of bein' in the closet, what's the deal with YOU, mister jay?? did
you end up going away? are you one of those ElEeT LD callers now? i'm
confused. i mean, rumor had it you were gonna move... so didja?
something amazing and significant's been happening every time i wear my Postal
Carrier shirt that i got from the Goodwill. it's like, i get instant respect.
it's crazy how a uniform does that. there's SO many fucken fringe benefits to
being a civil servant, and i never knew it. or maybe it's just that people
respect you when you're employed. fer instance, i went by the baskin and
robbins, and got a milkshake, and the lady behind the counter sees me sitting
down and all and goes 'tough day, huh?' and i agree, then she comes around the
counter and fucken insists that i remain seated while she takes my money and
makes change and all, cuz she says 'mailmen are overworked.' i guess it didn't
occur to her that red Chucks and cut-off olive drabs aren't part of the post
office dress code. i dunno.
one little badge stitched on your shirt can change your life.
actually, too, i feel a little guilty fucking around with the codes of social
discourse and all. i mean, it's like playing games with the glue that holds
society together, cuz i mean, yeah, it's FUNNY when socialization becomes a
game of dress-up, but then, i have to admit i'm ordinarily relieved that
mostly people aren't playing around, and signifiers really DO signify, and
people play along and do stuff like stop at red lights and refrain from
clubbing me over the head cuz they wanna steal my milkshake. i'm glad bridge
inspectors usually really ARE bridge inspectors, and health inspectors are
honestly inspecting stuff, and guys driving fire trucks have an actual and
genuine interest in fighting fires. so, yeah, it's a thrill, but i'm not sure
how i feel about it, and URGE all of y'all not to go imitating postal workers.
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 9:07 pm Sun Feb 20, 1994
sniff.
okay, everyone, i guess if you don't know, you oughtta.
Zee Pee, Jay, that lamer guy, he's...no longer... with us. he's gone off to
that metroplex in the east. so, i guess we should dedicate the remainder of
February to jay.
It's Zippy Month (minus a couple weeks). A time to reflect, the remember the
good times, the not-so-good times, the okay times. ^to
And in honor of Zippy and his Special Month (minus a couple weeks), we should
each, in our own way, in private, in a sound-proof room, after laying out a
drop-cloth or some absorbent fabric, while being careful not to make an
unslightly and embarrassing mess on ourselves or others, consider just what
exactly Jay meant to us. Amen.
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 5:37 pm Tue Mar 01, 1994
It's no wonder the Exalted Lords of the Cosmos refuse to let Earth people into
their neat tree houses and forts and Secret Clubs and all. Cuz we're stupid
and smell funny and we evolved from even dumber looking protohuman ape things
like had hairy butts and fucked in the open and sniffed shit all the time.
Man. And maybe the Space Lords thought that as are morphology "evolved," so
would our brains and all, but man, 3 or 4 million ^(our) yrs. later, we're
just as stupid, and still obsess about body hair and the size of the shit that
hangs between our legs and get a chuckle out of (or worse yet, politicize) the
stuff that we excrete, and AHHHHHHH, geez. It's embarrassing to live on a
planet that's probably regarded as the space people as sorta the solar
system's State School. (^by)
This rant brought to you by the makers of Depend Undergarments.
Depend-- Because being an adult means never having to leak.
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 8:21 pm Sun Mar 06, 1994
Rumor has it that the feds, who've been secretly monitoring /<os for YEARS
now, finally have enough evidence to nab EVERYONE OF US on charges of Bein'
Goofy Too Much and Wanting to Fuck EVERYTHING that Begins With the Letter 'R'.
I, for one, plead Guiltyas Charged, yer honor. Mmmph.
So, Curious Jay, why don't you fill us all in on yer Metroplex Machinations.
What's goin' down in the Big D? Anything Cool and Urban been happening to you
or someone you know? How do you spend your days, what fills your mind, what
clouds your vision and makes you neigh like a horsey?
I've been scrubbin' floors for two weeks, pretty much, yep.
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 9:05 pm Fri Mar 11, 1994
You buncha ideo-fascist buttcheek boy-yo-yo's! There's something sinister and
probably REALLY american and puritan-work-ethical about being hypermaniacal.
fuck this athetic shoe lifestyle shit. it's always more more more more more.
nah, no thanks, geez, i'm STUFFED, no more consumption, i'm not a fucken
earthworm, i don't wanna tunnel to the heart of everything, just so i can shit
dirt. yuck. there's nothing nada not-a-thang wrong with sitting on rocks with
your barefeet in the surf, just content to let the sun do all the burning. ah,
to be cursed with an overachieving peer group. at least when you respond
against lethargy, you automatically feel vindicated and superior, 'course,
'course. but it's tougher and more awkward to be everyone else's 'equal and
opposite reaction.' know what i mean??
i'm just a low-octane Desota in a world of nitro-burning funny cars (...sung
to some lonely ole country/western tune...)
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 3:24 pm Sat Mar 26, 1994
WOO! Big fucken honken holyrollin' wowzermatic DUSTSTORM a-rumblin' and
a-coughin' and a-wheezin' upstairs, and i got dust in my mouth, and it crunchy
crunches when i smile or bite down and there's dust in my hair, and coating my
body, and caught up in every crease and cranny on my Person.
DustSTOOOOORM!! WOO! Nothing's better! I couldn't see when i went to the post
office. i couldn't close my car door for a second, cuz the wind was pushin'
the other way, and it was ME against Nature, a tug-of-war-of-wills, and i
OVERCAME that Muth-ah, but i guess i know who gets the last last last laugh,
but who cares on a DUSTSTORM DOUBLE DARE DIRT SCARE IN THE AIR kinda day!
ahhhhh-choo. oooo ooo.
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 5:00 pm Sat Mar 26, 1994
Gawd, i'm sick of this here sit-on-yer-butt-and-squeeze-dah-melons type
lifestyle i've been leading lately. i wanna STRIKE OUT. i wanna ride them
rails, and squat in old farmhouses and cook stolen food over campfires and
creep around cities at 4am, and mess with traffic lights, and get on to roofs,
and into attics, and fall in love with the windows down, and STUFF STUFF STUFF
like this kid does who wrote this zine i've been reading for like THREE days,
cuz it's so gargantuan and enormous and adventurous, and it's just been two
years of his life, and i could write about MY last two years, and it'd just
take a single sheet of paper, and only if i wrote R E A L B I G, so yeah, i'm
jealous and angry cuz i'm not sure i could do this, not sure i could cut
myself off and out and all just like that, snap, and i'm not sure i'm not just
a big wimp who ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS does the safe n' prudent thing, cuz it's
not scary and i'm always scared of being scared and uncomfortable. FUCK
THAT... not doing stuff cuz you're scared about stuff. that's the worst.
that's what makes life a big piece of smelly yak shit. fear. ah. i'm afraid.
and i wanna know where things END, i have trouble letting consequences take
care of themselves, i wanna plot the line of my life from here to THERE, you
know? but then, that's calculating and bad and blah dee bluh bluh blub.
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 11:42 pm Fri Apr 08, 1994
heh... yeah, jay, YOU'VE got the right idea. Maybe i oughtta start my own
little 'Student of the Month' competition. To qualify, you only gotta be an A+
pupil in one subject- Lovin' 101. Uh-huh. So. Anyone wanna be MY Student of
the Month. Yeeow.
So. Behind this thin, faux-mahogany veneer of frivolity and goofiness, i'm
sorta blue, cuz...yeah, yeah... kurt's kicked the Big Bucketto. I'm trying to
figure out why it's made me sad, and i guess it's like when river croaked, it
was this generational thing, and there's a certain transcendent, symbolic side
to some celeb's death, when he's just about yer age and all. Inasmuch as kurt
was an eminent member of my generation, and even had a role in defining what
that generation is, i guess i LITTLE PART of me dies with him. Hm. I wonder
where he is now... i wonder if he's gone to some Seattle in the Sky, hip and
young and rockin' for the rest of time.
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 7:38 pm Mon Apr 11, 1994
Uh. This is April, and this bbs is STILL officially concerned with recognizing
the life and accomplishments of Steve-- i don't care WHO shot his head off.
In fact, there's something here that's a big bother, a big annoying pain in my
neck, and it's got alot to due with the way *I* reacted to this stupid suicide
thing, and man, it's got something to do with feeling fucken preyed upon by
the Geniuses of Marketing and Media and People Packaging, and WHY should i
give a single FUCK more of a FUCK that someone who just happened to be better
marketed and packaged shot his dumb ole head off? Cuz he was TALENTED? Cuz he
SPOKE to our generation, revealed something universal and big and Important?
Or cuz he did this stuff (which a LOT of lesser knowns have done, for fucken
sure) under the glare of stage lights and camera flashes and marketing experts
and DGC? Whatever. It's good, though, to be remined and re-reminded that fame
and fortune doesn't imply a privileged position in deciphering life's awfully
confusing calculus (he said with a pompous sneer).
What's a life worth? And are some lives worth more than others? Is the worth
of your life in direct proportion to its productiveness? WHAT ARE THE TERMS?
Who defines them? These questions worry me. Who's supposed to answer them?
Should i ignore the answers? The questions? Should i ignore you?
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 11:10 am Mon Apr 25, 1994
Well, someone finally posted bail, so i'm outta the bighouse, FINALLY. Man. I
didn't think it was illegal if you just used your fingertips. Stupid laws.
Speaking of stupid laws, maybe, as a Fun Prank, all us /<osers oughtta sign a
petition and say we'd not only volunteer to take the lashes that that kid in
Singapore is supposed to receive, but we'd actually ENJOY it, and kinda...you
know... get off on all that Punishment stuff. Wow. I gotta RESPECT a country
that considers whippin' yer bare buttocks to be a form of "punishment." Ahh.
THAT is civilization.
"I would like my bare butt hit by a stick, please."
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 5:02 pm Mon May 02, 1994
Holy c0wz, mike, that's SOME kinda talkin' to. Woo. When i used to work at a
hotel as a desk clerk guy, sometimes i'd pretend i had a withered hand when
i'd check people in, so when i'd write stuff down, it'd be real painful to
watch, and slow and sloppy and all.
Man, what is it about dreams... Gah. I mean, i realized i was dreamin' during
this dream i was having right before i woke up this morning, and it fucken
freaked me out, cuz i knew i was in a dream, and so i started looking at my
surroundings, and i was fucken AMAZED by all the details. Like i was in this
giant underground complex, filled with stuff, and i found some old photo
albums, and started looking at the pictures, and it was full of faces i'd
NEVER seen before, and i started thinking, 'Jesus, where does this stuff COME
FROM... i mean, how is it my brain can generate all these exquisite and
complex details.' I was amazed, but then i started getting scared, cuz i
wondered how i would wake myself up, and i wondered if i was gonna get stuck
in the dream, and that's when i woke up, all jittery and confused.
Dreams are insane. I have no idea what they are.
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 11:03 am Sat May 07, 1994
...yeah yeah, you self-pitying rascals. LISTEN, watchin' "CHiPs" isn't a waste
of time, it's a golldarn PRIVILEGE. Shit. Watching CHiPs is an INVESTMENT,
yielding high-dollar psycho-emotional dividends.
Hm. I guess no one's arguing that CHiPs isn't an Important Show. But it was
almost implied by the tone of the last couple posts. So, obviously, i felt
obliged to set the record straight. Heh. I guess i'm just over-reacting. Heh
heh. I mean, no one would SERIOUSLY question the supremacy of CHiPs. Heh. What
a fool i've been. I'm sure Officer John Baker would've called me on this,
kinda like the way he called Leif Garret on bein' selfish that time, even
though Leif sorta had a RIGHT to be freakin' out, since that Major Healy guy
who was his manager was just pushing him too darn hard... i mean, it was
always GO GO GO. And, geez, i mean even Leif has to relax once in a while, and
drive around in his sports coup and just sorta unwind, it's not a CRIME,
darnit, but Maj. Healy didn't undertand, but Officer Baker ("John") helped him
understand, and in the end, the Benefit Show was grand success, thanks to the
rascally "Paunch." ^a
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 8:04 pm Tue May 17, 1994
I like the way i smell, pretty much. My fragrance? The Perfume of the Doomed,
that sweet bouquet of decay that reminds me, now and then, that someday i'll
be intimate with worms. I smell like a box full of gamey flesh, but that's
okay. Hugs, anyone?
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 6:37 pm Sun May 22, 1994
that's really beautiful and sad, mister flea. wow.
i feel terrible. in the garage, there was this spider walking around, and i
really don't cotton to spiders. When i looked closer, i saw the thing had a
bunch of babies stuck on its back. ugh. well, anyway, though disgusted, i
resisted the urge to trample on the thing, and instead, tried to shoo it out
of the garage with a dustpan. sigh. but for some reason, the mommy spider just
died, even though i was being pretty gentle, and all the little babies
scattered off. it was awful. i'm a fucken homewrecker. geez. talk about bad
karma.
tonight, in my dreams, i'll hear the chilling scream of a thousand spider
babies, crying out for their dead mother.
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 11:59 am Tue Jun 07, 1994
I'm the King of Prosthetic Tonsils...stand aside! I rule doorknobs with a
Mighty Fist, I am master of my automatic steering. I make Rights On Red, and
smirk at Yield signs. I seldom don't fear everything; i am Content to Cower.
I'm two inches high and have a squeaky voice. Fie! I make tables and chairs do
my bidding. Pencil marks succumb to my Mighty Pink Eraser. I like to
cuddly-wuddly my wittle hamster.
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 1:51 pm Sun Jun 12, 1994
I don't see how it's possible for an eligible young bachelorette who's
employed by a hip, prestigious southwestern newsjournal and is the veritable
protonic center of an electron-cloud of smart, sophisticated
fellow-travellers-- i don't see how it's possible she can feel sorry for
herself. SUSAN! Goll. Kiss kiss.
Owwww ow ow ow ow. My ankle is swollen, my throat is scratchy, i got a
headache. Ow ow ow. But, shoo, it sure is NICE and SUNNY out.
Wow. The other day some grrl blacked-out at the wheel (my OWN secret anxiety)
and wound up over the guardrail and into some swampy lookin' ditch. Here. In
Lucious Lubbock. Right here.
If you can read this, YOU'RE WASTING YOUR TIME!#@$$@~!
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 4:50 pm Mon Aug 22, 1994
alright... ALL RIGHT... just what the FUCK's been going on around here? i turn
my back for just a second, and all the sudden, all hell breaks loose. heh.
wow. i hear there's just been all sorts of misbehaving online. cool!
well, shoo, i apologize. i went on this bigger-than-it-was-supposed-to-be
kinda trip, and i guess i didn't really mention i was leaving and stuff, so
sorry 'bout that and all. i think we should all take a minute to thank
Honorary Teen of the Month Steve for all the validating he was doin'... and
thanks to everyone else who was validating people and all. communism CAN work,
comrades.
gee. it's weird. alot of people who've called recently claim they've gotten
the /<os number offa internet. so, i guess that makes the kingdom a sort of
rest stop on the information superhighway; a place to pull off, take a snooze,
maybe eat lunch or just stretch, and stare off into the middle distance, and
dream. Yessir. Progress. Yep.
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 4:03 pm Wed Aug 24, 1994
oww owwwwww. fuck. after flipping thru. 400-something users, i feel sick.
blah. what a pain. damn damn damn.
anyways, just to clear stuff up, i decided it's probably a good idea to reduce
everyone's access to a point where you can still do everything, but you can't
mess with the uedit. that's the only thing in the whole wide world of shit
that makes me kinda mad, is when people mess with other people's access. i
didn't mind when everyone made themselves co-sysops, that was pretty rad,
ideal, even. but i guess it kinda didn't work. mostly this doesn't mean
anything, and really i'm pretty uncomfortable messin' with the way the board
has kinda organically developed, without me doin' nothin'. but this one should
be corrected, just so the board's a level playing field, and no one can
unfairly take advantage of anyone. that's a good thing. oh yeah, so that new
upper cap is 99, and if anyone doesn't have a 99, ask me to raise yer access.
and if you don't give a fuck, that's even better!
woo. yuck. i can't wait till this stupid message scrolls into oblivion.
me
king l0ser
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 2:06 pm Thu Aug 25, 1994
heh. i should just sorta clarify my clarifyin'. none of this new stuff is
jay's FAULT... he just sorta reminded me what this bbs was supposed to be all
about when it started: people standing together, standing proud, saluting the
flag, happy and equal, one big ole homogenous group of people all together
over there, just, you know, standing there, over in that place where they're
all, uh, happy and equal, standing. standing up. and stuff.
we should all REJOICE in our sameness! revel in our undifferentialability! god
made us equal, damnit, so we're gonna be equal, okay? No one's special. No
one's different. We all think the same. We all act the same. We're the /<os
Robot League! Yes! YES!
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 6:38 pm Thu Aug 25, 1994
Cuz each one of y'all is IMPORTANT to me, here's a random anecdote, culled
from my loinly... uh, lonely travellin' daze.
I got a letter from a grrl in Vancouver, before i left, so i wrote back and
suggested we meet fer lunch or something when i was up in vancouver. so i went
to vancouver and never saw her since she never wrote back. then, a few weeks
later, i got home, and there was a postcard from her with a phone number, and
she thought it was a swell idea to meet for lunch.
this is actually a very sad anecdote that makes me wanna cry. and it's 100
percent The Truth.
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 4:36 pm Fri Aug 26, 1994
holy rad, jas.. that's just about the most super-romantic idea i've ever
heard. man. I think if someone sent me a 100 gazillion flowers and a plane
ticket, i'd fall head over heels. wow. what a groovy thought. no wonder grrls
are always tap-dancing on your little ole heart-- you're a fool for romance.
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 6:44 pm Thu Aug 25, 1994
HOLEE SHEET, jas! 6000 fucken minutes? man. it just all sorta hit me. you're
the king of the onliners. you're the fucken KING. holy holy holy. geez. well,
fuck, i mean, what IS 6000 mins., anyway? it's like 2 weeks or something.
you've been ONLINE CONTINUOUSLY FOR 2 or 3 WEEKS!! WOW! Next time i see you,
you get a special 6k hug. yessir. whether you want one or not.
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 11:04 am Sat Aug 27, 1994
eeew... stinky! if i wind up as production manager on an oliver stone movie, i
hope a wandering posse of magical trolls comes along and strangles me with my
shoe laces. or something.
say, so how WAS that flick, anyways? everyone's all breathless about seeing
it. was it good?
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 10:40 am Thu Sep 01, 1994
the skin on the back of my hands sometimes smells like peanut butter, even
though i rarely eat peanut butter. i dunno if that's gross or not.
say, chris and steev m., you guys actually dug that oliver stone thing? man.
maybe i didn't eat enough sugar cereal when i was younger or something. i'm
usually pretty indifferent to most of the hollywood pap, so i was surprised to
find myself actively disliking that movie. it was like the visual equivalent
of havin' bleeding hemorroids.
what was it exactly you liked about it? maybe i'm just confused.
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 11:12 am Sun Sep 04, 1994
oh WOOOOOOW! fuck. what a perfect motor moment. shit. last night musta been
night of the karze. i myself was followed around while i was riding my bike by
this mustang that had blue neon tubes stuck under it. it was weird. kinda like
being chased by a ufo or something. then it swung around me and sped off into
the night. america rocks.
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 11:14 am Sun Sep 04, 1994
what's that mean..."can you say deuce"? is that some kind of ganster lingo
that persons involved in gang-type activities might choose to employ?
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 11:42 pm Sat Dec 17, 1994
boo.
or
boo hoo.
i dunno which. damn. i just got home, and there was this nifty new modem
sitting here that will actually accomodate yer 2400 bps modems (i.e., kos has
entered the year 1985). AND ALL that had to be done was to push the fucken ON
button. heh. aie! well, that's fine. i guess. but, well, i dunno, steve...
should i kill you? and what the HELL am i gonna do with this buxom L.A. SexPot
i brought home for you as a little...um...thank-you gift?
well. whoever first reads this oughtta explain WHY, exactly, she or he decided
to call... was it telepathy? telekinesis? telesis?
oh man, the little yellow highway lines are still zigzagging in front of my
eyes. i should just say HI! to whoever.
HI! I missed you. (it feels weird to say that to yourself... but somehow, i
t's
just right, too. try it. (('try it' also feels weird when you say it to
yourself, but not nearly AS weird))).
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 7:16 pm Mon Dec 19, 1994
Hi. The topic I was interested very much in pursuing is the topic concerning
the obselescence of the Bulletin Board System. I think this is wrong and I am
sad about it very much. For instance, take this Bulletin Board System, for
example, entitled The Kingdom of Shit Bulletin Board System (or BBS for
short). It is a vital communications nexus and it is very popular among the
young and the old alike. It does not matter that it is not part of the
so-called "Information Superhighway" that is being so widely talked of in
today's mass media journals and such. It does not matter because it is a good
place, and fun, to be, with friends, I think, and very personal, unlike The
Internet which is big and large, with thousands of so-called "users."
Perhaps you yourself would care to contribute to this very important topic
right here on this Bulletin Board System. That would be very good! Thank you.
The "Sysop."
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 12:41 am Sat Dec 24, 1994
hm. i just dug through my desk and found an old modem that i thought was dead
and buried, but it seems to be working, for now... aye.
so...HEY! if you managed to get online, Congratulations!
okay, so the Newest Thing is BBS Chic. I mean, with all this retromania, isn't
it time BBS's got a little attention? Calling bbs's is "k-rad," after all.
There's lots of "ANARCHY" online, and there're always "Phun Tymez" waiting on
the "WARBOARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
REAGAN SUCKS!
FUCK QADDAFI!
So, you think you're ELEET? HAH! You're not ELEET.
Running on 32k of COMPUTING POWER... between the hours of 9pm and 6am... on
Dad's Commodore 64 in the basement... it's the most ELITE board on the high
plains... it's /<.O.S. Underground Elite!!!
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 11:07 am Sat Dec 24, 1994
No, STEVE! I KNOW you sabotaged the /<os, i KNOW you hate me, and what the
/<os stands for. You hate democracy and pedophilia, and you're trying to
SUBVERT this bbs, 'cuz it's a LIVING SYMBOL of everything you despise.
Well, sir, i've foiled yer treachery. LONG LIVE DIXIE! ALL POWER TO THE
SOVIETS! REMEMBER THE ALAMO!
hey, to no one in particular, except maybe Zippy, if he ever calls anymore--
anyone got any good ideas on getting an internet acct.?? what's the cheapest
online service thing? or maybe, just maybe, one of you lowlife scum would like
to SHARE an acct. with me, cuz you BELIEVE in FREEDOM, and you BELIEVE in
BASIC HUMAN RIGHTS AND FAMILY VALUES... indeed, you BELIEVE in the /<OS
/<AUSE. Anyhow, write me some email. Nice people have nice things happen to
them, which is darn nice (a vaguely enticing statement? ah. perhaps.).
CAPTAIN JUSTHANGINGAROUND
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 12:16 pm Sun Dec 25, 1994
Hey Koserz, CHECK IT OWWWWWWWW-TAH!
The /<os 806-ELEET wants YOUR SUBMISSION(S)! Upload your favorite or
not-so-favorite Old School File. Since We'Re G0InG T0taLlY RetRRR-0, i
thought it'd be swell if the gfile section were FILLED TO BURSTING with the
smarmiest, gr00viest, funfantabulest dumbass gfiles files. Anything dealing
with Important Issues like ANARCHY!, HOW TO BE A R0DENT/ELiTE, um, old LOD
files, old cDc files-- anything STUPID and COOL, would be welcome. Kev, got
some suggestions? THEN LOAD 'EM UP, C0WB0Y! The first 20 cDc files oughtta be
in there. Maybe i could give you a FL0PPY DISK, and leech some from Drew.
Anyhow, maybe 1200 bps is a deterrent to uploading. BUT IT WASN'T IN 1984, YOU
LAZY RODENTS! Gitt bizzee!
TheE eLeeT mIcR0-Ninja
-ELEET-806
(is this getting annoying or what? hah. and it hasn't even STARTED yet)
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 12:14 pm Thu Dec 29, 1994
The SUPER SECRET surveillance subroutine hidden deep inside the master program
of the /<OS tells me people have been calling, but not posting. HOW CURIOUS.
Wow, a man goes away from 90 days, and the WHOLE WORLD does a giant flipflop.
I was rockin' and rollin' at the AVAIL show last night, and except for Steev,
and a few other people, i didn't recognize ANYONE. There were a bunch of
straight-edged white boys screaming AVAIL lyrics while the band was playing,
so obviously these kids were fanboys, but where did they come from? I guess
that's gr00vy, and suggests the Scene hasn't ossified. In fact, it turns out
there were around 90 kids there. 90! I've never seen 'steins so stuffed with
flesh. Wow. 90 x $2= $180 - 100 for the band= $80 - 40 for the PA= $40. Heh. A
man could get RICH BEYOND HIS WILDEST FANTASIES booking shows like that. 40
bucks? Shazam!
Lesse, 10 shows a month is pretty managable. So, 40 bucks a show, ten shows,
that's 400 bucks. Enough to pay the rent. Then, throw in some concession
sales, and, hey, you're starting to make some moolah. On the other hand, 8
shows a month would be 2 shows a week, which is kinda crazy, cuz 90 kids
aren't gonna show up at every show. SO that's a problem. So then you go broke,
and you lose your club, and pretty despise you cuz you were stupid enough to
try to make a buck off some way dated music. But then you figure out you can
book country/western bands, and then you start making money again, and people
pat you on the back, and commend you on yer acumen, and you're on TOP of the
WORLD.
from, line 1= for
pretty, line 6, paragraph 2= people
WORLD, line 10, para. 2= painful rectal cramping
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Name: Franken Gibe #1
Date: 7:00 pm Fri Dec 30, 1994
I was looking at the Zlog because IT IS NECESSARY TO TRY TO FILL THE VACANT
YAWN AT THE DEAD CENTER OF MY LIFE, and discovered to my delighted melancholy,
or melancholic delight, that on July 19th, 1994, there were fifty-three posts
executed on the /<os. Fifty-three IN ONE SINGLE DAY. Man. What the FUCK was
going on on July 19th? I wasn't even in town. I think I was in the wastes of
British Columbia. WHY WERE THERE SO MANY POSTS? Was it 'cuz i was gone? Was
there some controversy or argument or crazy ranting?
FUCK THE INTERNET, I'M GOIN' ANALOG!
The /<ingdom of Shit, Elite.
"We're the beaten up old Nova pulled over on the shoulder of the Information
Superhighway, hood up and engine smoking, filled with a bunch of glassy-eyed
losers who can't read a map, and even if they could, couldn't afford the
gas to get anywhere, and anyway, the Nova's a stick, and no one knows how
to drive a stick, and the guy who WAS driving is really, really carsick, and
wandered off into the field beside the highway and is presently hacking up
his Grand Slam breakfast and 7-11 coffee."
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