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vsclyne
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response 25 of 164:
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Mar 19 21:56 UTC 1995 |
Could someone tell me, what, if anything, does it take to make humdog happy?
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sdober
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response 26 of 164:
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Mar 19 23:11 UTC 1995 |
Good question.
The humdog is *never* happy. She may upon occasion be ever-so-slightly
pleased, but never "happy". It would ruin her.
Although there are a few WELL people, such that if they were in a bus and it
went over a cliff, well....
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humdog
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response 27 of 164:
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Mar 20 10:34 UTC 1995 |
dober has spoken well.
you mentioned that about the bus, doggie...
do you have one???
can i make a List?
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pighed
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response 28 of 164:
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Mar 21 04:07 UTC 1995 |
y'know - i've seen the humdog
in her great billowing black cape
grin out from under the drooping hood
and the grin was a point
a thin line of interest and persuasive candor
that rippled through her throes..
things that make humdog happy
are usually simplemad
and darkglisten
things that make pighed happy too.
let me list a few:
ancient sofas of recline
stilleto heels and razor blackjacks
ancient grecian pornography
modern aesthetics
and over-rated pomo rants that dribble into confused soliloquies.
Dark cliffs of ravenpatrol
where the piper plays a dirge
(pausing only long enough to smile with a wink)
the very best thinking and the very worst intentions
the dingiest pits of hell splashed onto heavenly white...
these are items of joy, but items that get a bit sharp
unless you like opening up your fingers on these ideas.
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mdw
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response 29 of 164:
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Mar 21 05:09 UTC 1995 |
There is no snow *here* either. I had to drive north this weekend to
find some.
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vsclyne
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response 30 of 164:
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Mar 21 06:28 UTC 1995 |
#28 is ominous. Where is humdog anyway. You know, boswell missing in Weird
too.
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brenner
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response 31 of 164:
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Mar 21 06:28 UTC 1995 |
What do you think of Sallie Tisdale's new book?
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humdog
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response 32 of 164:
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Mar 21 13:25 UTC 1995 |
oh piggie, thou art fair...
truly
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vsclyne
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response 33 of 164:
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Mar 21 14:37 UTC 1995 |
Now I understand. Humdog is here but she's ignoring me.
Feels like old times. (Imagine cyberpout here).
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humdog
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response 34 of 164:
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Mar 22 07:34 UTC 1995 |
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vsclyne
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response 35 of 164:
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Mar 24 13:14 UTC 1995 |
This trip through the topics brings up hurtful memories of
abandonment and alienation. Why or why doesn't humdog like
me?
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brenner
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response 36 of 164:
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Mar 25 06:11 UTC 1995 |
Do you have a tail?
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vsclyne
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response 37 of 164:
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Mar 25 14:07 UTC 1995 |
I could get one. Would that help? Might humdog finally notice me then?
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brenner
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response 38 of 164:
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Mar 25 15:45 UTC 1995 |
Perhaps.
.'
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vsclyne
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response 39 of 164:
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Mar 25 18:47 UTC 1995 |
Okay. I have a tail:
Once upon a time
In a galaxy far away
Oh...yeah.........I see.......a *tail*....
Well,
I dunno. That's another matter.
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bunn
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response 40 of 164:
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Mar 25 20:49 UTC 1995 |
ahhhhhh, a tail! tell us a tall tale!
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vsclyne
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response 41 of 164:
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Mar 25 23:02 UTC 1995 |
Even a short little tale would probably do.
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juls
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response 42 of 164:
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Mar 25 23:29 UTC 1995 |
Works for me.
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vsclyne
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response 43 of 164:
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Mar 26 12:13 UTC 1995 |
Hi Juls. Do you have a short little tale for us?
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juls
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response 44 of 164:
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Mar 26 18:08 UTC 1995 |
Sure: The remainder of Joe Montana's career.
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thanne
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response 45 of 164:
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Mar 27 06:27 UTC 1995 |
Hey, is this a good place to post my nerd poem?
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brenner
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response 46 of 164:
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Mar 27 09:43 UTC 1995 |
yup!
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vsclyne
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response 47 of 164:
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Mar 27 13:44 UTC 1995 |
Hey! Is that really Thanne? <enormous hug> Brenner
was spreading this discouraging rumor about you. But
she was apparently wrong. You are here. Say "hi" to
<humdog>, and if she say's "hi" back, you can pass it
on to me. That'll almost be like <humdog> talking to
me.
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thanne
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response 48 of 164:
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Mar 27 21:02 UTC 1995 |
You just have to impress her before you will be Noticed. You, ah,
didn't injure any pink things, did you?
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sdober
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response 49 of 164:
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Mar 28 00:51 UTC 1995 |
Hummer will notice whom she notices. No one else.
hurr hurr hurr
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