Date: Sun, 07 Jul 1996 23:40:15 GMT
Organization: Little Sisters of the Perpetually Juicy
I saved the acid for today...I didn't need it last night. I was
laughing too hard.
cryptically yours and loving the Love Corpses,
***
eat, bite, suck, fuck, gobble, nibble, chew
titty, bosom, hair-pie, finger-fuck, screw.
***
If it rhymes, it's Art, not profanity. Bite me Sen. Exon.
--Tarla Star
//www.ionet.net/~bmyers/homepage.html
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From: bmyers@ionet.net (TarlaStar)
Date: Tue, 09 Jul 1996 13:47:33 GMT
This wasn't a very good report was it? Well, that's what I get for
writing when I'm twisted. At least I spelled everything correctly.
I saw this whole thing through two sets of eyes...one as the
participant meeting friends from the Internet, and one as the
anthropologist watching the natives in their ritual behaviors. I'll
skip the anthropological report because it would only offend people to
be analyzed that way and tell you about the alt.slack crew..at least,
the ones I got some time with. I mean, just in case anyone was
interested. I know you all have such busy and fascinating lives that
this is nothing more than a blip on your screens, but it was something
to do on a Saturday night.
First...all the women who claim to be women...we are. Meg and Selina,
and Siouxsie, and Nickie are really chicks and believe it or not,
they're really attractive; each in a completely different way. I'm
really a chick too.
Secondly, Pee Kitty is not a frail creature. He COULD kick your ass if
he wanted to. I am nominating him for the "Janor Fashion Sense" award
this year.
$t.Andrew was a lovely surprise for me. He has social skills. He
called me "Mom" and I didn't even hurt him for it. He's much more
handsome than his SubSite pic.
Pope Phred should post more. Introduced me to the Lunchbox ( a
refreshing cocktail which combines orange juice, beer and amaretto.)
Don't mess with Meg, she's way the fuck out of all y'alls league.
Think of her as an atom bomb...much power in a small package.
You wouldn't survive if you tried. I mean, if Meg herself didn't kill
you with a glance, you'd still have to deal with Jack, a man with
three nipples and seventeen fully functional dicks.
lurch=finest kind. Additionally, he saved my ass from freezing.
Dynasoar, yes he's large, yes he's hairy, yes he wore a fushia ruffled
prom dress and danced up a storm while Bill Miller jammed on the
keyboards.
Selina: every bit as sweet and gentle as she seems. She's pure.
Bad Moments: When I realized what "Bobbies" are...and noticed I was
surrounded.
Good moments:
Middle of the field, middle of the day, perfect weather, I yelled at
the sun.
The Wall of Slack, Dyna, Selina, Me, Jack, Meg, and Lurch, sitting in
the back, all in a row on the ground, watching the show...just felt
solid and safe for a time.
Frappin' with the Love Corpses as Stang describes The Ubangi's Kiss.
Exchanging makeup tips with Soozie the Floozie while she rubbed
Philo's back. I liked Soozie alot.
Falling asleep in the car with trusty Duchez at the wheel, and having
coffee ready the next morning. Thanks Lou.
I'll leave the hyperbole to Stang. He's good a making things
look...the way he does.
Let me just add this...alt.slack may be the official newsgroup of the
Church of the SubGenius, but the two are not necessarily the same. The
thing that we (the alt.slack clusterfuck group) all found somewhat
surprising was how close we were to each other's mental pictures of
one another. Pee Kitty was the only one who suprised us all, I think.
So other than adjusting your Pee Kitty picture to a larger, more
babyfaced person( with long black hair) than you had in there before,
you can keep the rest of us as you have us. It's kind of interesting
to discover just how much of the personality actually bleeds through
this medium.
***
Rev. Mutha Tarla Star ://www.ionet.net/~bmyers/homepage.html
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From: king@redrose.net (St. Pomp Prideless)
Awe, I wanted the anthropological report. Please write it up, and offer
it via e-mail.
> First...all the women who claim to be women...we are. Meg and Selina,
> and Siouxsie, and Nickie are really chicks and believe it or not,
> they're really attractive; each in a completely different way. I'm
> really a chick too.
Yep.
> Secondly, Pee Kitty is not a frail creature. He COULD kick your ass if
> he wanted to. I am nominating him for the "Janor Fashion Sense" award
> this year.
Pee Kitty is an awsome mutant. Fond of that guy.
> $t.Andrew was a lovely surprise for me. He has social skills. He
> called me "Mom" and I didn't even hurt him for it. He's much more
> handsome than his SubSite pic.
Despite Miss Sakamoto's accusation that Andrew was less personable than
Howard Stern, $t. Andrew was nice and very informative about the music
that I enjoy.
> Pope Phred should post more. Introduced me to the Lunchbox ( a
> refreshing cocktail which combines orange juice, beer and amaretto.)
Funny guy, just keep him away from the instruments and microphone!
> Don't mess with Meg, she's way the fuck out of all y'alls league.
> Think of her as an atom bomb...much power in a small package.
> You wouldn't survive if you tried. I mean, if Meg herself didn't kill
> you with a glance, you'd still have to deal with Jack, a man with
> three nipples and seventeen fully functional dicks.
Yeah, didn't talk to her much, but she was pretty explosive in a subtle way.
> lurch=finest kind. Additionally, he saved my ass from freezing.
Didn't talk to him, till it was time to leave, It was a pleasent final note.
> Dynasoar, yes he's large, yes he's hairy, yes he wore a fushia ruffled
> prom dress and danced up a storm while Bill Miller jammed on the
> keyboards.
This guy guy has true character, the kind of guy that doesn't want to be
bothered by a borderline schizo funk nut like myself, but always deserving
of disrespect.
> Selina: every bit as sweet and gentle as she seems. She's pure.
I must have missed her. Oh, just didn't hear her.
> Bad Moments: When I realized what "Bobbies" are...and noticed I was
> surrounded.
Now this statement is particularly interesting. I wouldn't expect to have
been mentioned previously, since we didn't even talk. But, if I'm
included in this most recent catagory, you HAVE GOT TO let me know.
Because I am prepared to laugh my ass off!
> Good moments:
> The Wall of Slack, Dyna, Selina, Me, Jack, Meg, and Lurch, sitting in
> the back, all in a row on the ground, watching the show...just felt
> solid and safe for a time.
Awe, ain't that sweet!
--
We live, they sleep. I hate you with a smile and a wish; a deathwish. I wish you dead.
Pomp Prideless
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From: revjack@radix.net (Rev. Jack)
Top Ten things I liked about the X-Day Drill, in no particular order:
10. Brushwood Folklore Center. What a nice place! Big, sprawling fields, flush
toilets, hot showers, groovy people. Never *seen* so many Jerry Garcias!
9. The Swingin' Love Corpses. Hours and hours of ear-splitting, mind-raping
Anti-Music NOYZ. Who needs a drummer? Well, THEY did. Special kudos goes
to the Reverend Psychotronic Radionic for his excellent conga stylings.
8. Doktor DynaSoar and Steve Slack, playing all your favorite hits from the
sixties, "Bob"-i-fied, of course, and all done on the shoestring of one
single hour of practice. Brought tears to the eyes of the over-40 crowd,
and nonplussed chin-scratching from the younger Yetikin.
7. Reverend Mutha TarlaStar's groovy Boho poetry reading. I believe that
she received the largest amount of applause of the whole shebang. Not a
limp pecker in the crowd, I can tell you.
6. The Pagan Drummers. Now, when I heard that there were to be Pagan drummers
there, I expected it to be a bunch of stoned-out l00sers banging on
makeshift oil drums with no sense of rhythm and trying to bogart my stash.
Perish the thought! These cats had the most fabulous drums I've ever seen,
little snappy ones and big boomers that go "GOOMP" and can be heard for
miles. The beats they put out were really tight, better than any drumming
I've ever heard, and they played long into the night, lulling me to sleep
in my oh-so-comfy tent.
5. One as-yet unidentified six-and-a-half-foot Yeti, dancing madly backwards
through the mosh pit in a gorgeous red crinoline number. Woo hoo, baby!
"Let's put a bearded biker in a sundress! Tee hee!"
4. Did I mention the flush toilets?
3. The Non-Clique Internet Clique up in the woods. After all this time
playing ASCII tennis we finaly got to see just HOW UGLY we all really are.
Pope Lou brought scads of alien beer and food, AND a brand new KeyPro
computer keyboard for yours truly, because I whined so much. I can now
attest to the fact that Andrew the Impaled has a bolt through his Johnson.
Spent some time (a lot, actually) talking with Lou and a blood-smeared
Rev. John "Talisman" Laviolette about the intricacies of computer
programming. Reverend John "Eternal Troll" Lurch made all the physical
stuff happen with his unswerving knack for having brought just the right
equipment, including some DAMNfine blueberry pancakes. He also taught me
how to track rabbits, and warned us of the dangers of that goddamned
Northeast firewood. I also spent some time with Saint Andrew, exploring
the postmodern paradigms of narrative, myth and metaphor in the works of
Planet Gong and various Goth artists, and, of course, web programming.
2. Mutha TarlaStar and I showing each other our Third Nipples(TM).
<drum roll>
And the Number One thing I liked about the X-Day Drill:
1. Playing Twister with NENSLO!
_________________
revjack@radix.net
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From: bmyers@ionet.net (TarlaStar)
Please kill me if I ever mention "Bob" again...except in those diary
things. I have fun with those. Thanks
****
Rev. Mutha Tarla Star ://www.ionet.net/~bmyers/homepage.html
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From: qrolaren@usa.pipeline.com(Miss Sakamoto)
On Jul 10, 1996 20:18:35 in article <Re: X-Day Drill Report>,
'saint@prairienet.org (Andrew Matthews)' wrote:
>Well, sure, it would have been HER $20 bill, but *I* could have
> been wearing that garter JUST AS EASILY...
That's a little TOO scary!
--
"The earth can be any shape you want it/Any shape at all/Dark and cold or
bright and warm/Long or thin or small/But it's home and all I ever had/And
maybe why for me the earth is flat..."
"The Flat Earth"
from _The Flat Earth_ and _The Best of Thomas Dolby Retrospectacle_
by
Thomas Dolby
http://www.tdolby.com/
Other good stuff:
Dr. Fiorella Terenzi
http://www.fiorella.com/
"A cross between Carl Sagan and Madonna"
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From: Pkitty@cris.com (Pee Kitty)
MegEliz (megeliz@radix.net) spewed forth:
> angela@Exis.Net (Sophia Anifantakis) wrote:
> : Pee Kitty (Pkitty@cris.com) wrote:
> : : Rev. Jack (revjack@radix.net) spewed forth:
> : : > Previously, Pee Kitty wrote:
> : : > :
> : : > : Me either...not even a passing reference to the cool socks. <sniff>
> :
> : Yes, Pee Kitty had some wild different color striped socks on. I believe
> : there was a green and an orange or something like that. They made a
> : few people turn their heads to get a second look, along with his
> : different color hair rubber bands for his four pony tails. Definitely an
> : original look :)
> They were...lemme see...orange and yellow on one and blue and yellow
> on the other? Damn. Must retrieve PICTURES. Must cherish those special
> moments the Kodak way. But (gasp) what if PK's socks don't show up on
> film?
> This could be IMPORTANT!
Okay, let's clear this up RIGHT NOW. They were prismatic, and changed
colors depending on YOUR mood. Meg was obviously happy in a bit of a
mellow way if she saw orange/yellow//blue/yellow. Selina saw GREEN?
Oooo...I ain't sayin' what THAT's all about... As for showing up on film,
good luck. They tend to default to true-neutral-prismophilia on film IF
THEY SHOW UP AT ALL. If you see Pink/Purple//Black/Yellow, it's a sure
sign that your camera has NHGH spirits in it and must be destroyed.
--
Rev. Pee Kitty, of the order Malkavian-Dobbsian
Meow!
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From: phred39@mailp.starnetinc.com (Pope Phrederick Q. Armageddon)
Well, you shoulda seen MY socks. WHOOOEEEE!!! THEY were a sight to
behold. Mind ya, they were hidden by my combat boots, but they were
wild, WILD I say! Wild like the Pagans dancin' nekkid around the
bonfire! WILD like the Squid nuzzlin' agin' Soozie the Floozie's
breasts. WILD!!!
wild. thank you....
Yet another posting from those WONDERFUL folks at:
***B A B B L E O N E N T E R P R I S E S***
Notions & Potions!
Quotations for Donations!
est. 1971 a.d.
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