Re: Clam Mass 10/22/06 Supernova sun clam wrath Part 4

[Michael Baldwin, Bruce]

Weird ah Yankovich wrote:
> Double-Anus wrote:
> > ah wrote:
> >> mariposas rand mair fheal greykitten tomys des anges wrote:
> >> > In article >,
> >> > ah > wrote:
> >> >
> >> >> mariposas rand mair fheal greykitten tomys des anges wrote:
> >> >> > In article >,
> >> >> > ah > wrote:
> >> >> >
> >> >> >> mariposas rand mair fheal greykitten tomys des anges wrote:
> >> >> >> > In article >,
> >> >> >> > ah > wrote:
> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> Phil Kyle wrote:
> >> >> >> >> > ah > verbally sodomised in
> >> >> >> >> > :
> >> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> >> Phil Kyle wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >>> ah > verbally sodomised in
> >> >> >> >> >>> :
> >> >> >> >> >>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>> Phil Kyle wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >>>>> ah > verbally sodomised in
> >> >> >> >> >>>>> :
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>> Phil Kyle wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>> The Very Tim > verbally sodomised in
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>> :
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>> Okay timt your on today hope you come though don't mess up.
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>> here we go
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> ......mindless snippage of important set-up material.....
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>> This is the third reading from the book of Timt of Clay
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>> (Timt this is yours)
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Ahem ahem. Well, I'll give it a shot, even if it's only to
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> provide
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Little Kill Phyle Clam with something to babble about, (now
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> that
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> he has been converted to a full-fledged and totally devoted
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> a.b.c.
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Lurker `(:D
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> (I know you're devoted little buddy, because I'm not
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> cross-posting
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> this stuff, so you have! to come into the Bay to read it. Come
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> on
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> now, admit it. You like! it here. And we like you! to like it
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> here. But I digress.)
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Little Kill Phyle Clam looked about to see if any of the
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> regular
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> bad.clams had noticed him yet. (They hadn't, of course)
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> He had tried using bad words and evil aspersions to earn the
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> respect
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> of the denizens of Beautiful Mollusc Bay, but alas, he was
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> being
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> ignored far and wide and hither and yonder and everywhere else
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> he
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> stuck his little siphon in, with his pitiable pleas for
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> attention.
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> "Will they never take pity on me?" thought Little Kill Phyle
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Clam,
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> "Can't they see that I, too, am remarkably clever and astoot?
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> (even if my speling does stink a bit) How can I earn their
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> attention and high regard, I wonder?" But the clams noticed
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> him
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> not a whit.
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Far greater concerns concerned the clams of the noble and
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> revered
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Mollusc Bay. They had a SuperNova Sun Clam Wrath(tm) with
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> which to
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> contend. The clams were watching the skies in hopes of an
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> impending victory over whatever was out there.
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> They already had! cleverness and beauty galore, and wisdom and
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> wit
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> to spare. But they lacked a gooey, muddy material with which
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> to
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> build wonderful things and arty facts. Whatever could they do?
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> A dark calm came over the bay, and the clouds parted for a
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> nonce
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> or two..
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> "Let there be CLAY!" roared the golden voice of the
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> silver-tongued
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> ClamLord.
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And suddenly, there was clay; not merely a lump of clay,
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> but a
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> giant
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> lump of clay with a large cave inside. A cave of clay, as they
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> say.
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> "Hmmm." thought Timt, (out loud) "what a swell place to sit
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> and
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> mediate for a while. It has relatively waterproof walls, and
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> while
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> not exactly fireproof, these walls can! convert themselves to
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> the
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> finest stoneware ramparts and crenellations and suchwhats.
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Perhaps
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> I shall make my muddy headquarters here."
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And that is precisely what he did. He sat in the middle of a
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> puddle of
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> mud and clay and began to create. Oh what a mess that clam
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> made!
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> First, he annoyed the hangers-on by welcoming them to the
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Bay.
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> (Truth
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> be told, there was only 1 new hanger-on, but the prevailing
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> exchange rate did take into account multiple personalities, so
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> that one counts as many for the purposes of this telling.)
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Then,
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> he tweaked their pointy little nose by not! reading any of
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> their
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> posts or follow-ups.
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And frankly, (no relation) all they did post were
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> follow-ups,
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> usually
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> with dirty words included since those who have no proper ideas
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> and
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> words of interest to post are frequently confined to defining
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> themselfs by using only dirty words and intended-to-be hurtful
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> phrases because that is all their mommy ever gave them with
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> which
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> to work. And so they did.
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> They typed furiously into the night, trying with great
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> desperation
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> to get some attention from the lordly and quiet-as-ever clams
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> of
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Beautiful Mollusc Bay.
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Yet still, it did not work for them. Only the Mighty ClamLord
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> could impress the geoducks and pseudopods of the bay. Only he
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> had
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> the magic ingredient required to attract the attention of the
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> clams. Only the ClamLord had imagination enough to spare and
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> daring enough to share. And only ClamLord gave a care for the
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> regularity of clam posts. (heavy sigh)
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> He posted like a covered wagon on fire rolling across the
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> prairie
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> at the height of drought season. And his words did spread.
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> They
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> did spread mightily and far-ly too. (not Farley Mowatt, just
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> far-ly too.)
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And Timt looked out upon the confusion which he had created,
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> and
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> said, "I sure hope this pleases the ClamLord, (and annoys his
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> serf-clam bad.clam wannabees.) For lo!, it pleaseth me!" And
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> he
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> winkethed. `(;)
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And with that, the Mighty Timt closed his eyes and ruminated
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> in
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> his
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> rapidly feebling mind, on the awe and question marks that
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> would
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> shortly show themselves in the eyes of the Bay's newest
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> hanger-on.
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Welcome a broad, little Kill Phyle. Now that you are here,
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> let's
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> see
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> how long it takes you to settle in and become a true bad.clam.
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And with that, the clam Mass ended as abruptly (and
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> peacefully)
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> as it
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> had begun. And again the voice of the golden-voiced one rang
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> out
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> over the Bay. It said, > this mass has ended go in peace and
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> be
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> clammy
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>> todays gift: free clay from the cave
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> TimT (as in, "There you go clams. don't track it into the
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> cave,
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> okay?" `(:)
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>> Yup.
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>> Yup.
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>> Yup.
> >> >> >> >> >>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>> Yup.
> >> >> >> >> >>>
> >> >> >> >> >>>
> >> >> >> >> >>> Yup.
> >> >> >> >> >>>
> >> >> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> >> >> Yup.
> >> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> > Yup.
> >> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> >> Yup.
> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> > ay-yup
> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> You from Maine?
> >> >> >
> >> >> > ay-nope
> >> >>
> >> >> VT?
> >>
> >> *looks at globe*
> >>
> >> I've always wanted to do a real-time comparison of the clock/counter-clock
> >> vortex phenomenon . . . maybe if I petitioned CSIRO and MIT?
> >> --
> >> ah
> >
> >
> > Sounds like there might be a grant in that for you.
> >
> > So when are you going to tire of these cascade games and lay your
> > theory of everything on us?
>
> I have issues being labeled "weird".

Why is that, ah thole?

[ah]

Michael Baldwin, Bruce wrote:
> Weird ah Yankovich wrote:
>> Double-Anus wrote:
>> > ah wrote:
>> >> mariposas rand mair fheal greykitten tomys des anges wrote:
>> >> > In article >,
>> >> > ah > wrote:
>> >> >
>> >> >> mariposas rand mair fheal greykitten tomys des anges wrote:
>> >> >> > In article >,
>> >> >> > ah > wrote:
>> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> mariposas rand mair fheal greykitten tomys des anges wrote:
>> >> >> >> > In article >,
>> >> >> >> > ah > wrote:
>> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> >> Phil Kyle wrote:
>> >> >> >> >> > ah > verbally sodomised in
>> >> >> >> >> > :
>> >> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> >> >> Phil Kyle wrote:
>> >> >> >> >> >>> ah > verbally sodomised in
>> >> >> >> >> >>> :
>> >> >> >> >> >>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>> Phil Kyle wrote:
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>> ah > verbally sodomised in
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>> :
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>> Phil Kyle wrote:
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>> The Very Tim > verbally sodomised in
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>> :
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> wrote:
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>> Okay timt your on today hope you come though don't mess up.
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>> here we go
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> ......mindless snippage of important set-up material.....
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>> This is the third reading from the book of Timt of Clay
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>> (Timt this is yours)
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Ahem ahem. Well, I'll give it a shot, even if it's only to
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> provide
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Little Kill Phyle Clam with something to babble about, (now
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> that
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> he has been converted to a full-fledged and totally devoted
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> a.b.c.
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Lurker `(:D
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> (I know you're devoted little buddy, because I'm not
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> cross-posting
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> this stuff, so you have! to come into the Bay to read it. Come
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> on
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> now, admit it. You like! it here. And we like you! to like it
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> here. But I digress.)
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Little Kill Phyle Clam looked about to see if any of the
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> regular
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> bad.clams had noticed him yet. (They hadn't, of course)
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> He had tried using bad words and evil aspersions to earn the
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> respect
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> of the denizens of Beautiful Mollusc Bay, but alas, he was
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> being
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> ignored far and wide and hither and yonder and everywhere else
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> he
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> stuck his little siphon in, with his pitiable pleas for
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> attention.
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> "Will they never take pity on me?" thought Little Kill Phyle
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Clam,
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> "Can't they see that I, too, am remarkably clever and astoot?
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> (even if my speling does stink a bit) How can I earn their
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> attention and high regard, I wonder?" But the clams noticed
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> him
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> not a whit.
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Far greater concerns concerned the clams of the noble and
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> revered
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Mollusc Bay. They had a SuperNova Sun Clam Wrath(tm) with
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> which to
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> contend. The clams were watching the skies in hopes of an
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> impending victory over whatever was out there.
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> They already had! cleverness and beauty galore, and wisdom and
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> wit
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> to spare. But they lacked a gooey, muddy material with which
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> to
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> build wonderful things and arty facts. Whatever could they do?
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> A dark calm came over the bay, and the clouds parted for a
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> nonce
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> or two..
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> "Let there be CLAY!" roared the golden voice of the
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> silver-tongued
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> ClamLord.
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And suddenly, there was clay; not merely a lump of clay,
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> but a
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> giant
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> lump of clay with a large cave inside. A cave of clay, as they
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> say.
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> "Hmmm." thought Timt, (out loud) "what a swell place to sit
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> and
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> mediate for a while. It has relatively waterproof walls, and
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> while
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> not exactly fireproof, these walls can! convert themselves to
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> the
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> finest stoneware ramparts and crenellations and suchwhats.
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Perhaps
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> I shall make my muddy headquarters here."
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And that is precisely what he did. He sat in the middle of a
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> puddle of
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> mud and clay and began to create. Oh what a mess that clam
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> made!
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> First, he annoyed the hangers-on by welcoming them to the
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Bay.
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> (Truth
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> be told, there was only 1 new hanger-on, but the prevailing
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> exchange rate did take into account multiple personalities, so
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> that one counts as many for the purposes of this telling.)
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Then,
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> he tweaked their pointy little nose by not! reading any of
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> their
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> posts or follow-ups.
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And frankly, (no relation) all they did post were
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> follow-ups,
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> usually
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> with dirty words included since those who have no proper ideas
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> and
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> words of interest to post are frequently confined to defining
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> themselfs by using only dirty words and intended-to-be hurtful
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> phrases because that is all their mommy ever gave them with
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> which
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> to work. And so they did.
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> They typed furiously into the night, trying with great
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> desperation
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> to get some attention from the lordly and quiet-as-ever clams
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> of
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Beautiful Mollusc Bay.
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Yet still, it did not work for them. Only the Mighty ClamLord
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> could impress the geoducks and pseudopods of the bay. Only he
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> had
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> the magic ingredient required to attract the attention of the
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> clams. Only the ClamLord had imagination enough to spare and
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> daring enough to share. And only ClamLord gave a care for the
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> regularity of clam posts. (heavy sigh)
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> He posted like a covered wagon on fire rolling across the
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> prairie
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> at the height of drought season. And his words did spread.
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> They
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> did spread mightily and far-ly too. (not Farley Mowatt, just
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> far-ly too.)
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And Timt looked out upon the confusion which he had created,
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> and
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> said, "I sure hope this pleases the ClamLord, (and annoys his
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> serf-clam bad.clam wannabees.) For lo!, it pleaseth me!" And
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> he
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> winkethed. `(;)
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And with that, the Mighty Timt closed his eyes and ruminated
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> in
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> his
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> rapidly feebling mind, on the awe and question marks that
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> would
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> shortly show themselves in the eyes of the Bay's newest
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> hanger-on.
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Welcome a broad, little Kill Phyle. Now that you are here,
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> let's
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> see
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> how long it takes you to settle in and become a true bad.clam.
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And with that, the clam Mass ended as abruptly (and
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> peacefully)
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> as it
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> had begun. And again the voice of the golden-voiced one rang
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> out
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> over the Bay. It said, > this mass has ended go in peace and
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> be
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> clammy
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>> todays gift: free clay from the cave
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> TimT (as in, "There you go clams. don't track it into the
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> cave,
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> okay?" `(:)
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>> Yup.
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>> Yup.
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>> Yup.
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>> Yup.
>> >> >> >> >> >>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>> Yup.
>> >> >> >> >> >>>
>> >> >> >> >> >>
>> >> >> >> >> >> Yup.
>> >> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> >> > Yup.
>> >> >> >> >>
>> >> >> >> >> Yup.
>> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> > ay-yup
>> >> >> >>
>> >> >> >> You from Maine?
>> >> >> >
>> >> >> > ay-nope
>> >> >>
>> >> >> VT?
>> >>
>> >> *looks at globe*
>> >>
>> >> I've always wanted to do a real-time comparison of the clock/counter-clock
>> >> vortex phenomenon . . . maybe if I petitioned CSIRO and MIT?
>> >> --
>> >> ah
>> >
>> >
>> > Sounds like there might be a grant in that for you.
>> >
>> > So when are you going to tire of these cascade games and lay your
>> > theory of everything on us?
>>
>> I have issues being labeled "weird".
>
> Why is that, ah thole?
>

*ribbet*
--
ah

[Michael Baldwin, Bruce]

ah lexa wrote:
> Michael Baldwin, Bruce wrote:
> > Weird ah Yankovich wrote:
> >> Double-Anus wrote:
> >> > ah wrote:
> >> >> mariposas rand mair fheal greykitten tomys des anges wrote:
> >> >> > In article >,
> >> >> > ah > wrote:
> >> >> >
> >> >> >> mariposas rand mair fheal greykitten tomys des anges wrote:
> >> >> >> > In article >,
> >> >> >> > ah > wrote:
> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> mariposas rand mair fheal greykitten tomys des anges wrote:
> >> >> >> >> > In article >,
> >> >> >> >> > ah > wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> >> Phil Kyle wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >> > ah > verbally sodomised in
> >> >> >> >> >> > :
> >> >> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> >> >> Phil Kyle wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >> >>> ah > verbally sodomised in
> >> >> >> >> >> >>> :
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>> Phil Kyle wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>> ah > verbally sodomised in
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>> :
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>> Phil Kyle wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>> The Very Tim > verbally sodomised in
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>> :
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>> Okay timt your on today hope you come though don't mess up.
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>> here we go
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> ......mindless snippage of important set-up material.....
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>> This is the third reading from the book of Timt of Clay
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>> (Timt this is yours)
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Ahem ahem. Well, I'll give it a shot, even if it's only to
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> provide
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Little Kill Phyle Clam with something to babble about, (now
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> that
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> he has been converted to a full-fledged and totally devoted
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> a.b.c.
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Lurker `(:D
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> (I know you're devoted little buddy, because I'm not
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> cross-posting
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> this stuff, so you have! to come into the Bay to read it. Come
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> on
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> now, admit it. You like! it here. And we like you! to like it
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> here. But I digress.)
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Little Kill Phyle Clam looked about to see if any of the
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> regular
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> bad.clams had noticed him yet. (They hadn't, of course)
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> He had tried using bad words and evil aspersions to earn the
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> respect
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> of the denizens of Beautiful Mollusc Bay, but alas, he was
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> being
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> ignored far and wide and hither and yonder and everywhere else
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> he
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> stuck his little siphon in, with his pitiable pleas for
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> attention.
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> "Will they never take pity on me?" thought Little Kill Phyle
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Clam,
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> "Can't they see that I, too, am remarkably clever and astoot?
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> (even if my speling does stink a bit) How can I earn their
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> attention and high regard, I wonder?" But the clams noticed
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> him
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> not a whit.
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Far greater concerns concerned the clams of the noble and
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> revered
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Mollusc Bay. They had a SuperNova Sun Clam Wrath(tm) with
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> which to
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> contend. The clams were watching the skies in hopes of an
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> impending victory over whatever was out there.
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> They already had! cleverness and beauty galore, and wisdom and
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> wit
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> to spare. But they lacked a gooey, muddy material with which
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> to
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> build wonderful things and arty facts. Whatever could they do?
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> A dark calm came over the bay, and the clouds parted for a
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> nonce
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> or two..
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> "Let there be CLAY!" roared the golden voice of the
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> silver-tongued
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> ClamLord.
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And suddenly, there was clay; not merely a lump of clay,
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> but a
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> giant
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> lump of clay with a large cave inside. A cave of clay, as they
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> say.
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> "Hmmm." thought Timt, (out loud) "what a swell place to sit
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> and
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> mediate for a while. It has relatively waterproof walls, and
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> while
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> not exactly fireproof, these walls can! convert themselves to
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> the
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> finest stoneware ramparts and crenellations and suchwhats.
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Perhaps
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> I shall make my muddy headquarters here."
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And that is precisely what he did. He sat in the middle of a
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> puddle of
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> mud and clay and began to create. Oh what a mess that clam
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> made!
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> First, he annoyed the hangers-on by welcoming them to the
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Bay.
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> (Truth
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> be told, there was only 1 new hanger-on, but the prevailing
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> exchange rate did take into account multiple personalities, so
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> that one counts as many for the purposes of this telling.)
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Then,
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> he tweaked their pointy little nose by not! reading any of
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> their
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> posts or follow-ups.
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And frankly, (no relation) all they did post were
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> follow-ups,
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> usually
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> with dirty words included since those who have no proper ideas
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> and
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> words of interest to post are frequently confined to defining
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> themselfs by using only dirty words and intended-to-be hurtful
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> phrases because that is all their mommy ever gave them with
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> which
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> to work. And so they did.
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> They typed furiously into the night, trying with great
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> desperation
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> to get some attention from the lordly and quiet-as-ever clams
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> of
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Beautiful Mollusc Bay.
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Yet still, it did not work for them. Only the Mighty ClamLord
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> could impress the geoducks and pseudopods of the bay. Only he
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> had
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> the magic ingredient required to attract the attention of the
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> clams. Only the ClamLord had imagination enough to spare and
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> daring enough to share. And only ClamLord gave a care for the
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> regularity of clam posts. (heavy sigh)
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> He posted like a covered wagon on fire rolling across the
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> prairie
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> at the height of drought season. And his words did spread.
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> They
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> did spread mightily and far-ly too. (not Farley Mowatt, just
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> far-ly too.)
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And Timt looked out upon the confusion which he had created,
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> and
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> said, "I sure hope this pleases the ClamLord, (and annoys his
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> serf-clam bad.clam wannabees.) For lo!, it pleaseth me!" And
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> he
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> winkethed. `(;)
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And with that, the Mighty Timt closed his eyes and ruminated
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> in
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> his
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> rapidly feebling mind, on the awe and question marks that
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> would
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> shortly show themselves in the eyes of the Bay's newest
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> hanger-on.
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Welcome a broad, little Kill Phyle. Now that you are here,
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> let's
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> see
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> how long it takes you to settle in and become a true bad.clam.
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And with that, the clam Mass ended as abruptly (and
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> peacefully)
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> as it
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> had begun. And again the voice of the golden-voiced one rang
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> out
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> over the Bay. It said, > this mass has ended go in peace and
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> be
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> clammy
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>> todays gift: free clay from the cave
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> TimT (as in, "There you go clams. don't track it into the
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> cave,
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> okay?" `(:)
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>> Yup.
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>> Yup.
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>> Yup.
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>> Yup.
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>> Yup.
> >> >> >> >> >> >>>
> >> >> >> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> Yup.
> >> >> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> >> > Yup.
> >> >> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> >> >> Yup.
> >> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> > ay-yup
> >> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> >> You from Maine?
> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> > ay-nope
> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> VT?
> >> >>
> >> >> *looks at globe*
> >> >>
> >> >> I've always wanted to do a real-time comparison of the clock/counter-clock
> >> >> vortex phenomenon . . . maybe if I petitioned CSIRO and MIT?
> >> >> --
> >> >> ah
> >> >
> >> >
> >> > Sounds like there might be a grant in that for you.
> >> >
> >> > So when are you going to tire of these cascade games and lay your
> >> > theory of everything on us?
> >>
> >> I have issues being labeled "weird".
> >
> > Why is that, ah thole?
>
> *ribbet*

Did you croak?

[Michael Baldwin, Bruce]

dishonestjohn wrote:
> "Michael Baldwin, Bruce" > wrote in message
> oups.com...
> > ah lexa wrote:
> > > Michael Baldwin, Bruce wrote:
> > > > Weird ah Yankovich wrote:
> > > >> Double-Anus wrote:
> > > >> > ah wrote:
> > > >> >> mariposas rand mair fheal greykitten tomys des anges wrote:
> > > >> >> > In article >,
> > > >> >> > ah > wrote:
> > > >> >> >
> > > >> >> >> mariposas rand mair fheal greykitten tomys des anges wrote:
> > > >> >> >> > In article
> >,
> > > >> >> >> > ah > wrote:
> > > >> >> >> >
> > > >> >> >> >> mariposas rand mair fheal greykitten tomys des anges wrote:
> > > >> >> >> >> > In article
> >,
> > > >> >> >> >> > ah > wrote:
> > > >> >> >> >> >
> > > >> >> >> >> >> Phil Kyle wrote:
> > > >> >> >> >> >> > ah > verbally sodomised in
> > > >> >> >> >> >> > :
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >> Phil Kyle wrote:
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>> ah > verbally sodomised in
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>
> :
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>> Phil Kyle wrote:
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>> ah > verbally sodomised in
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>
> :
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>> Phil Kyle wrote:
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>> The Very Tim > verbally sodomised
> in
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>> :
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> wrote:
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>> Okay timt your on today hope you come though
> don't mess up.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>> here we go
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> ......mindless snippage of important set-up
> material.....
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>> This is the third reading from the book of Timt
> of Clay
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>> (Timt this is yours)
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Ahem ahem. Well, I'll give it a shot, even if
> it's only to
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> provide
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Little Kill Phyle Clam with something to babble
> about, (now
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> that
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> he has been converted to a full-fledged and
> totally devoted
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> a.b.c.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Lurker `(:D
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> (I know you're devoted little buddy, because I'm
> not
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> cross-posting
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> this stuff, so you have! to come into the Bay to
> read it. Come
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> on
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> now, admit it. You like! it here. And we like
> you! to like it
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> here. But I digress.)
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Little Kill Phyle Clam looked about to see if
> any of the
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> regular
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> bad.clams had noticed him yet. (They hadn't, of
> course)
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> He had tried using bad words and evil
> aspersions to earn the
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> respect
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> of the denizens of Beautiful Mollusc Bay, but
> alas, he was
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> being
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> ignored far and wide and hither and yonder and
> everywhere else
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> he
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> stuck his little siphon in, with his pitiable
> pleas for
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> attention.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> "Will they never take pity on me?" thought
> Little Kill Phyle
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Clam,
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> "Can't they see that I, too, am remarkably
> clever and astoot?
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> (even if my speling does stink a bit) How can I
> earn their
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> attention and high regard, I wonder?" But the
> clams noticed
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> him
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> not a whit.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Far greater concerns concerned the clams of the
> noble and
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> revered
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Mollusc Bay. They had a SuperNova Sun Clam
> Wrath(tm) with
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> which to
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> contend. The clams were watching the skies in
> hopes of an
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> impending victory over whatever was out there.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> They already had! cleverness and beauty galore,
> and wisdom and
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> wit
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> to spare. But they lacked a gooey, muddy
> material with which
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> to
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> build wonderful things and arty facts. Whatever
> could they do?
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> A dark calm came over the bay, and the clouds
> parted for a
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> nonce
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> or two..
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> "Let there be CLAY!" roared the golden voice
> of the
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> silver-tongued
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> ClamLord.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And suddenly, there was clay; not merely a
> lump of clay,
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> but a
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> giant
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> lump of clay with a large cave inside. A cave of
> clay, as they
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> say.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> "Hmmm." thought Timt, (out loud) "what a
> swell place to sit
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> and
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> mediate for a while. It has relatively
> waterproof walls, and
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> while
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> not exactly fireproof, these walls can! convert
> themselves to
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> the
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> finest stoneware ramparts and crenellations and
> suchwhats.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Perhaps
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> I shall make my muddy headquarters here."
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And that is precisely what he did. He sat in
> the middle of a
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> puddle of
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> mud and clay and began to create. Oh what a mess
> that clam
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> made!
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> First, he annoyed the hangers-on by welcoming
> them to the
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Bay.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> (Truth
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> be told, there was only 1 new hanger-on, but the
> prevailing
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> exchange rate did take into account multiple
> personalities, so
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> that one counts as many for the purposes of this
> telling.)
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Then,
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> he tweaked their pointy little nose by not!
> reading any of
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> their
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> posts or follow-ups.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And frankly, (no relation) all they did post
> were
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> follow-ups,
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> usually
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> with dirty words included since those who have
> no proper ideas
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> and
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> words of interest to post are frequently
> confined to defining
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> themselfs by using only dirty words and
> intended-to-be hurtful
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> phrases because that is all their mommy ever
> gave them with
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> which
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> to work. And so they did.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> They typed furiously into the night, trying with
> great
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> desperation
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> to get some attention from the lordly and
> quiet-as-ever clams
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> of
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Beautiful Mollusc Bay.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Yet still, it did not work for them. Only the
> Mighty ClamLord
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> could impress the geoducks and pseudopods of the
> bay. Only he
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> had
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> the magic ingredient required to attract the
> attention of the
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> clams. Only the ClamLord had imagination enough
> to spare and
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> daring enough to share. And only ClamLord gave a
> care for the
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> regularity of clam posts. (heavy sigh)
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> He posted like a covered wagon on fire rolling
> across the
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> prairie
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> at the height of drought season. And his words
> did spread.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> They
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> did spread mightily and far-ly too. (not Farley
> Mowatt, just
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> far-ly too.)
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And Timt looked out upon the confusion which he
> had created,
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> and
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> said, "I sure hope this pleases the ClamLord,
> (and annoys his
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> serf-clam bad.clam wannabees.) For lo!, it
> pleaseth me!" And
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> he
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> winkethed. `(;)
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And with that, the Mighty Timt closed his eyes
> and ruminated
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> in
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> his
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> rapidly feebling mind, on the awe and question
> marks that
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> would
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> shortly show themselves in the eyes of the Bay's
> newest
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> hanger-on.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> Welcome a broad, little Kill Phyle. Now that
> you are here,
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> let's
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> see
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> how long it takes you to settle in and become a
> true bad.clam.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> And with that, the clam Mass ended as abruptly
> (and
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> peacefully)
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> as it
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> had begun. And again the voice of the
> golden-voiced one rang
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> out
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> over the Bay. It said, > this mass has ended go
> in peace and
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> be
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> clammy
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>> todays gift: free clay from the cave
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> TimT (as in, "There you go clams. don't track it
> into the
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> cave,
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>> okay?" `(:)
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>> Yup.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>> Yup.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>> Yup.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>> Yup.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>> Yup.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >> Yup.
> > > >> >> >> >> >> >
> > > >> >> >> >> >> > Yup.
> > > >> >> >> >> >>
> > > >> >> >> >> >> Yup.
> > > >> >> >> >> >
> > > >> >> >> >> > ay-yup
> > > >> >> >> >>
> > > >> >> >> >> You from Maine?
> > > >> >> >> >
> > > >> >> >> > ay-nope
> > > >> >> >>
> > > >> >> >> VT?
> > > >> >>
> > > >> >> *looks at globe*
> > > >> >>
> > > >> >> I've always wanted to do a real-time comparison of the
> clock/counter-clock
> > > >> >> vortex phenomenon . . . maybe if I petitioned CSIRO and MIT?
> > > >> >> --
> > > >> >> ah
> > > >> >
> > > >> >
> > > >> > Sounds like there might be a grant in that for you.
> > > >> >
> > > >> > So when are you going to tire of these cascade games and lay your
> > > >> > theory of everything on us?
> > > >>
> > > >> I have issues being labeled "weird".
> > > >
> > > > Why is that, ah thole?
> > >
> > > *ribbet*
> >
> > Did you croak?
> >
> It won't be long!

So youz k'lame!