Attn: Stang - Uga Uga Mushka!

From: polar bear <bear@pole.com>
Date: Wed, Nov 5, 2003

Uga Uga Mushka!
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(cue guitar and spoons)

there's a salmon colored girl
she sets my heart a-whirl
she lives along the Yukon far away
when the northern lights do shine
she rubs her nose to mine
she cuddles close and I can hear her say

(chorus)
uga uga mushka
which means that I love you
If you'll be my baby
I'll uga mushka you
then I take her hand in mine
and set her on my knee
squaws along the Yukon
are good enough for me!

she makes her underwear
from the hides of a grizzly bear
she baths in ice cold water every day
her skin I'd love to touch
but I just can't touch it much
because her furlined parka's in the way

(chorus)

she has the aircorp down
the sourdoughs hang around
chikakoos try to date her night and day
for the landing gear that's fine
and a fuselage divine
and a smile that you can see a mile away

(chorus)

there's a salmon colored girl
she sets my heart a-whirl
she lives along the Yukon far away
when the northern lights do shine
she rubs her nose to mine
she cuddles close and I can hear her say

(chorus)
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From an old CBC recording.
No idea who wrote it.
Anyone know?

PS: I have a large collection of songs like this in MP3
If someone can explain how to post them, I'd give it a try.
I'm on a Mac running YANW 3.1.8 (hey, it works)

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From: "Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com>

My father went on a hunting trip with some Eskimos in the frozen North.
For several days. The only white man. He had really been looking
forward to it. Within the first hour he was really sorry he'd done it,
but he was committed. Not to be making, um, value judgements or
anything but his idea of things like food, health and fun were not
their ideas. Everybody got along, but for him the whole trip was a
constant struggle not to barf in disgust and horror at what they ate,
and how their rickets looked when they'd undress in the tent-igloo.

My fantasies are precious to me, and most of them I would not ruin by
trying them in reality.

Damn it, here I am avoiding that day job again.

Yesterday I reverse-engineered a shopping cart program, adapted and
improved it. Even fixed something that was buggy in the original code.
Changing CODE under the hood of an EXPENSIVE, FANCY INTERACTIVE
DATABASE PROGRAM -- using a WORD PROCESSOR! The whole day I couldn't
believe I was doing that. I was getting paid, but... still... I'm only
GUESSING that it beats riding in a dogsled in the freezing rain, eating
rotten seal blubber and fucking witches with rickets. However, you know
how if you order something from Bulldada Time Control Labs, it always
emails you TWO autoresponses? Well, I can fix that now. Gotta finish
the fucking day job first though. Good thing it's a GOOD day job. On
the job training, as I have never studied programming of any kind at
all, and here I have gradually come to find myself doing it. Sheeee-it.

Over the weekend, I successfully started up my first interactive
"blog"-like forum website, an experimental mini-site within SubSite,
using a free though somewhat complex PHP program. Calling it
"Dobbstown" so far. Once I dress it up a little I might open it up to
the Members but... I DUNNO... those things are susceptible to attack or
spam by fuckwads, and every page we ever put on SubSITE that could be
ADDED TO by anybody but Foundation worker drones, eventually ended up
being cruelly exploited by spammers. (I.e. the Amsterdam "guestbook"
forum and the ill-fated "UPLOADS SECTION" of 1996.) Plus, then you end
up with something that can be MODERATED and therefore WILL HAVE TO BE
eventually. (Vis a vis the SubGenius Yahoo forum.) PLUS it eats up
bandwidth.

But, still, never know till ya try.

One thing I thought of doing with it was to restart the old "BUMMERS"
project (collections of first person true accounts of drug/alcohol
bummers). That should fill it up with siftable garbage quickly.

I'm still just trying to put off that day job. Okay. Shit. Here goes.

Uga. Uga. MUSHKA.

--
4th Stangian Orthodox MegaFisTemple Lodge of the Wrath of Dobbs Yeti,
Resurrected (Rev. Ivan Stang, prop.)
PRABOB

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From: nenslo <nenslo@yahooX.com>

"Rev. Ivan Stang" wrote:
> My father went on a hunting trip with some Eskimos in the frozen North.
> For several days. The only white man. He had really been looking
> forward to it. Within the first hour he was really sorry he'd done it,
> but he was committed. Not to be making, um, value judgements or
> anything but his idea of things like food, health and fun were not
> their ideas. Everybody got along, but for him the whole trip was a
> constant struggle not to barf in disgust and horror at what they ate,
> and how their rickets looked when they'd undress in the tent-igloo.

According to the author of a book called Kabloona, you not only get
used to the horror, stench and hideousness of people in their natural
arctic state, you start to dig it after a while.

> Yesterday I reverse-engineered a shopping cart program, adapted and
> improved it.

You son of a bitch, I heard you rattling up and down the cyber-alley
all night with your cart full of nanotechnobottles.

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