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Oct. 19th, 2001
the adventurers club
Oct. 19th, 2001 03:07 pm
Independently wealthy (as he'll be happy to tell you) daring aviator (as he'll be happy to tell you) and ladies' man (as he'll be happy to tell you) Hathaway Brown poses for a tragically unsuccessful portrait.
Yup, we'll be tryin' this one again, kids...
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Oct. 19th, 2001 08:58 pmThe owner of the Star Wars humor list I'm on went on vacation, leaving us with a stern warning not to misbehave while she's gone...no flaming, no extensive off-topic posts, and NO musical numbers! (I can't remember the last time we had flamage, nearly all the posts are off-topic, and the inhabitants have a frightening aptitude for spontaneous songs. No small feat in text, mind you.)
So of course we immediately had a terrible, childish flamewar, with name-calling, blame-throwing, HOW DARE YOUs, and all the trimmings. One of the participants declared she was going to storm off and start a REAL list where REAL fans could have a REAL community.
And she did. So now there's a fake split-off list, which the owner merrily runs by threatening each poster with banning or moderated status, because we're obviously not REAL fans. The members obligingly flame her in turn for being a dictator with a tenuous grasp of grammar and spelling.
The whole business makes me happy beyond all reason. I looked deep into the depths of my soul, and contributed a poem. Be warned: For safety's sake, I dare not resort to false modesty. Its beauty will move you - it's probably best if you don't drive for a few hours after reading it.
The Poem of My Soul
by Anne Llarrimyr
O Maul
O Maul
O Maul
There are no words sweeter than your name
Just as
Just as
Just as
There are no buttocks tauter, firmer, and red-and-blacker than your buttocks
Our love
Our love
Our love
Is also sweet, and taut, and firm
It is red like a rose
It is black like sexy lingerie
Let's do it
Let's do it
Let's do it
Right here in the cockpit
Because that must be why it's called that
So of course we immediately had a terrible, childish flamewar, with name-calling, blame-throwing, HOW DARE YOUs, and all the trimmings. One of the participants declared she was going to storm off and start a REAL list where REAL fans could have a REAL community.
And she did. So now there's a fake split-off list, which the owner merrily runs by threatening each poster with banning or moderated status, because we're obviously not REAL fans. The members obligingly flame her in turn for being a dictator with a tenuous grasp of grammar and spelling.
The whole business makes me happy beyond all reason. I looked deep into the depths of my soul, and contributed a poem. Be warned: For safety's sake, I dare not resort to false modesty. Its beauty will move you - it's probably best if you don't drive for a few hours after reading it.
The Poem of My Soul
by Anne Llarrimyr
O Maul
O Maul
O Maul
There are no words sweeter than your name
Just as
Just as
Just as
There are no buttocks tauter, firmer, and red-and-blacker than your buttocks
Our love
Our love
Our love
Is also sweet, and taut, and firm
It is red like a rose
It is black like sexy lingerie
Let's do it
Let's do it
Let's do it
Right here in the cockpit
Because that must be why it's called that