From: owner-alloy-digest@smoe.org (alloy-digest) To: alloy-digest@smoe.org Subject: alloy-digest V2 #235 Reply-To: alloy@smoe.org Sender: owner-alloy-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-alloy-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk X-To-Unsubscribe: Send mail to "alloy-digest-request@smoe.org" X-To-Unsubscribe: with "unsubscribe" as the body. alloy-digest Thursday, October 30 1997 Volume 02 : Number 235 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Alloy: Alloy "On-Location" ["Stephen M. Tilson" ] Re: Alloy: My Entry For... [Frank ] Alloy: Dolby parody contest -- Airhead [Beth Meyer ] Re: Alloy: He's the dj, I'm the... [Eclipse ] Alloy: Don't Believe Anything I Ever Write... [Melissa Jordan [Elaine Linstruth ] Re: Alloy: Cool Awards [Lem Bingley ] Re: Alloy: Dolby parody contest -- Airhead [Sean Cier ] Re: Alloy: Dolby parody contest -- Airhead [Eclipse ] Alloy: Airwaves a la Lem [Lem Bingley ] Alloy: Beth's Parodies [Melissa Jordan ] Alloy: More parodies.. [Eclipse ] Alloy: Parody - The Key to Her ..... [IT Admin - Govt Office North West <] Alloy: Various stuff ["MEYER,ANN ELIZABETH" ] Re: Alloy: More parodies.. [crackers@hwcn.org] Re: Alloy: Dolby parody contest -- Airhead [crackers@hwcn.org] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 29 Oct 1997 01:22:48 -0500 From: "Stephen M. Tilson" Subject: Alloy: Alloy "On-Location" Hey Paul, > Thanks for the kind words buddy Page tags from said page...> I did notice that, but it takes none of the wonder away. = Stephen ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Oct 1997 00:11:39 -0700 From: dalexander@juno.com (Dennis S. Alexander) Subject: Re: Alloy: Let's have a party! Slarv, >> >>"Keith WAS the sole inhabitant >>Keith WAS the sole inhabitant >>Keith woke beside the brewery >from his dreams of Boddie's Bitter (adding the bitter corrects the >scan) >>Far from the rip-off of those minibars that keep chucking out choccy >>It turned into the kind of session that plays hell with your >>tummeeeeee. >At Wynkoopee >At Wynkoopee" > >Anyone got a better rhyme that's appropriate to minibars? All the >one's >I've seen recently seem to have a variety of beers and spirit >miniatures, >crisps (chips to you colonials, I think) and usually a large Toblerone >and >some other chocolate i.e. choccy > >Now, I need another two syllables to replace 'Spice Girl' to keep that >line >scanning properly but I'd like to keep 'thin white' to keep it as near >as >possible to the original ......... > >>"Keith drank a pint of Boddington's >>Keith drank a pint of Boddington's >>Keith built a pile of beer cans >>Shape of his friend, that Dennis man >>Where he could hide from young Oasis fans who would trample his >trainers >A thin white hooker spilled his drink as he crawled into the Wynkoopee >The Wynkoopee >The Wynkoopee" >> >>"So - are you plastered >>With this brew that you created >>Should have know you'd never rest >>Till we're all inebriated >>and you fail that ol' breath test." >> >Howzat? > >S > Much better, I agree! JAMac ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Oct 1997 23:54:31 -0700 From: dalexander@juno.com (Dennis S. Alexander) Subject: Re: Alloy: Names to faces. >COunt me in for the next Compilation gig. That is if you like my work. >If you have complaints I will take care of that for next time. Maybe for >that one you could all send your submissions on DAT and I will be able >to do it 100% digitally!! I don't have DAT either, like CRACKERS. But I do have the internet and a Colorado 250MB tape drive. Would either one work? JAMac ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Oct 1997 09:35:09 +0000 From: "David Gross" Subject: Alloy: Minestrone : article http://www.wired.com/news/news/culture/story/7950.html I invite us all to read the above article as brain food/background info. for "fan's" independent music projects. David ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Oct 1997 23:47:04 -0800 From: Frank Subject: Re: Alloy: My Entry For... At 10:46 PM 10/28/97 -0700, you wrote: >Actually, the Weekly World page is not really a Beatnik sonified page (I >think to Melissa's relief ). It's just that It appears that when you >install Beatnik on some browsers it takes over the task of playing WAV >files for you. Beatnik plays them on my Netscape browser, but my IE4.0 >uses the microsoft media player. I echo the above in all respects. Beatnik does the same for me on Communicator and Netscape. On IE4.0 I am sure I get the microsoft media player. But I don't know its name. By the way with IE4.0 how do you determine what plug-ins you have installed? I don't see how to do it with IE4.0. Can you give me a clue? Thanks. Frank >Frank wrote: > >> At 04:01 PM 10/28/97 -0500, you wrote: >> >...Most Gratuitously Awful and Tacky Use of Beatnik on the Internet: >> > >> >http://wwnonline.com/bp011.htm >> > >> >Click on the picture to get the close-up, and then click on the >> phrase: >> >"You weren't there? Click here to feel the experience almost live." >> > >> >Oh, man!!! >> >> Hello: >> I am perplexed. How is Beatnik involved? When I invoke Beatnik the >> Beatnik >> logo appears. On IE4 I just get the normal sound bar but I can't >> identify >> the sound bearer. I bet I'm missing something. Are there any helpers >> around >> who want to enlighten me? I hope so. Frank of San >> Diego >> >> My Web Sites >> http://www.geocities.com/NapaValley/6745/index.html >> >> http://members.tripod.com/~WheelerF/index.html >> >> Home (Page) Improvement!! Remember, I'm just a kid in the candy store. >> >> Little by little I'm getting there. Join me on the ride. Frank > > > >-- >Keith Stansell >Denver, CO >__________________________________________________ >http://www.concentric.net/~kasman > > > So it's you, Keith. I'm sure you will have the answer on this. Should I have directed this to you only? No, I think not. This might be of interest to all of the Alloyites (Alloyans?). YF Frank My Web Sites http://www.geocities.com/NapaValley/6745/index.html http://members.tripod.com/~WheelerF/index.html Home (Page) Improvement!! Remember, I'm just a kid in the candy store. Little by little I'm getting there. Join me on the ride. Frank ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Oct 1997 07:15:01 -0500 From: Beth Meyer Subject: Alloy: Dolby parody contest -- Airhead Hi, folks; Yup, weird (or at least sick) Beth strikes again. It occurred to me, with the first one, that it was missing that personal touch -- this is so much more fun when you can actually involve some real Alloy members. So, here is my tribute to the female scientist-types of Alloy. (Oh, one disclaimer right off. Europa, I made an assumption about past jobs, based solely on the norms in our line of work. If I was mistaken, let me know and I'll change the line.) Here it is -- EGGHEAD, to the tune of "Airhead" (again, apologies to those without the Aliens Ate My Buick album). - --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Egghead I buy her all the thick books And journals by the score My friends say she seems really bright Without having seen her college boards She thinks the mapping of the human genome is easily solved But getting rich with a new Ph.D. is a problem she has yet to resolve She's an egghead Papers line her place Aging Civic plates Say "On to space!" She's an egghead Got a grant in trust Loves the sky at dusk "There's Sirius!" She's an egghead Really strong contacts Help her spot the facts In grant contracts She's an egghead Wish she was impressed with my Jaguar XLS But she's not an intellectual midget She'd try consulting, or maybe teach Or join a research firm She's got a heck of a job speech She presented some results at CERN But in her dreams she's the queen of a research regime... You ask me, do I love you? Did Fermat write theorems? Quad erat demonstrandum, baby "Oooh, you've read Wiles (1995)!" (Repeat chorus) Barbara went to Yellowstone, but mostly studied rocks Europa knows from experience the horrors of postdocs (Pah!) Beth's latest ex-per-i-ment's gotten out of control She's in the lab on Saturday, while hubby plays volleyball! Volleyball! Why? 'Cause she's an egghead Papers line her place Aging Civic plates Say "On to space!" She's an egghead Got a grant in trust Loves the sky at dusk "There's Sirius!" She's an egghead Now the time's come for the end of my song It's gone too long If she's an egghead It has to be said It was school made her that way It was grad school, sad to say Now there's student loans to pay.... - -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The only disclaimer, other than the one at the beginning, is that no offense was intended at any person or gender -- I've never experienced "egghead" as a particularly offensive term, and hopefully no-one else here has either. An additional note: Yes, that last verse describes most of my weekends this summer -- my husband is an A-level volleyball player in several local leagues. And yes, I know that the "Wiles" line has a few too many syllables, but I just had to get a real scientific reference in there somewhere. The Wiles (1995) paper proved Fermat's last theorem, by the way. Cheers, Weird Beth (Someone stop me before I post again!) - ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Beth Meyer School of Psychology Pager: +1-404-866-1362 Georgia Institute of Technology FAX: +1-404-894-8905 274 5th St. gt9020a@prism.gatech.edu -or- Atlanta, GA 30332-0170 bmeyer@psy.psych.gatech.edu http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~gt9020a/ ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Oct 1997 20:58:04 -0500 From: Beth Meyer Subject: Alloy: Dolby parody contest -- Pulp culture Hi, folks; Well, here I am, making good on my threat to toss out a Dolby parody for your, um, entertainment. Of course, you are welcome to toss them out as well. It turns out that this was just the perfect thing to do while sitting in my experimental sessions this week (and I'll bet the participants thought I was doing something IMPORTANT, sitting at a table writing in my notebook). Also, the combination of bronchitis and medication seems to have toasted my brain a bit, as you'll soon see. So here's my first entry in the Dolby parody "contest" -- PULP FICTION, set to the tune of "Pulp Culture". Apologies to those have not heard "Pulp Culture", or have not seen the movie "Pulp Fiction" -- the latter will probably want to stop reading this now. - ---------------------------------------------------------------- Pulp Fiction First you see the opening credits, check out all the stars! Then you see some shady deals going down in smoky bars Cruising through the Valley later, you notice something pretty bizarre Samuel Jackson driving 'round in a really bloody car (what the heck?!?) (Gore!) Pulp Fiction, drive around town (Drugs!) Pulp Fiction, try to get your watch back (Wit!) Pulp Fiction, see it again (Dance!) Pulp Fiction, what a kickin' soundtrack (Bam!) Pulp Fiction, John is so hip (Pow!) Pulp Fiction, Uma's looking yummy (Boom!) Pulp Fiction, see it tonight (Huh?) Pulp Fiction, but not on a full tummy Hate that "N"-word? Well, get used to it It gets used a lot towards the end, there In a big, old, cheap, brown, slow, gas-guzz-ling car Some poor kid's head got blown from his body (and they played it for laughs!) (Blood!) Pulp Fiction, carry a gun (Guts!) Pulp Fiction, be sure your talk is dirty (Pain!) Pulp Fiction, score some good coke (Laughs!) Pulp Fiction, die before you're thirty (John!) Pulp Fiction, bandage your neck (Sam!) Pulp Fiction, when you're feeling evil (Ving!) Pulp Fiction, hit the Renn Fest (Bruce!) Pulp Fiction, go and "get medieval" Well, you have to wade through some bizarre points of plot And Bruce Willis' diction So a man can't be blamed if he don't understand... (Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah) "Pulp Fiction"! (Pulp fiction...) Samuel quotes Ezekiel when he feels like being cruel If he used the Living Bible, bet it wouldn't sound so cool John and Uma doin' the twist, is something that you sure gotta see But you know that, when "the Gimp" shows up, this ain't Merchant-Ivory (that's the truth!) Quentin Tarantino has hit it big, but it's a fact He's a hip writer/director but, that poor bugger just can't act If this is independent film -- I've wondered several times -- How come Steve Buscemi gets only one or two good lines (serving food!) (Blood!) Pulp Fiction, burgers in French (Guts!) Pulp Fiction, not a word of German (Pain!) Pulp Fiction, life is cheap here (Laughs!) Pulp Fiction, unless you're Uma Thurman (Harv!) Pulp Fiction, John makes a mess (Tim!) Pulp Fiction, Harvey saves the day-o (John!) Pulp Fiction, get some french fries (Bruce!) Pulp Fiction, smother 'em in mayo yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.... - ----------------------------------------------------------- OK, now the disclaimers: I didn't actually have time to go rent the movie to research this. So I may have gotten something wrong. Also, that last chorus may be a bonus, so it's probably expendable if it's too obscure (or too stupid). Cheers, Beth - --------------------------------------------------------------------- Beth Meyer School of Psychology Pager: +1-404-866-1362 Georgia Institute of Technology FAX: +1-404-894-8905 274 5th St. gt9020a@prism.gatech.edu -or- Atlanta, GA 30332-0170 bmeyer@psy.psych.gatech.edu http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~gt9020a/ ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Oct 1997 18:54:51 -0500 From: Beth Meyer Subject: Re: Alloy: He's the dj.... >>Sorry if I'm gushing, but you know--sappy female stuff. >~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ > >I think they make a cream that'll clear that up. > > CRACKERS > (With it's own obnoxious commercial from hell!!) Gee, crackers, you shouldn't make people with bronchitis laugh that hard, you gave me quite the hacking fit there.... (Careful with the beer, Paul!) Beth - ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Beth Meyer School of Psychology Pager: +1-404-866-1362 Georgia Institute of Technology FAX: +1-404-894-8905 274 5th St. gt9020a@prism.gatech.edu -or- Atlanta, GA 30332-0170 bmeyer@psy.psych.gatech.edu http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~gt9020a/ ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Oct 1997 10:28:30 -0800 From: Eclipse Subject: Re: Alloy: He's the dj, I'm the... MsSakamoto@aol.com wrote: > > In a message dated 97-10-26 05:51:54 EST, Mary_A_Brown@compuserve.com writes: > > > Oh, and Suzanne, now that Stephen and I watched Rockula tonight (we're > proud > > owners of a copy!), I can't help but wonder how many times you've wished > you > > were Mona being carried over TMDR's shoulder! Speaking as someone who has > > > experienced his impressive upper body strength, I think he'd have no > problem > > slinging *you* over his shoulder (I picture you as this delicate little > > thing...). > > I'm sure it's something every female resident of Alloy has imagined! > > --Suzanne-- I'm sure it's not the only thing every female resident of Alloy has imagined! -- E(lipse ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Oct 1997 10:43:52 -0500 From: Melissa Jordan Subject: Alloy: Don't Believe Anything I Ever Write... ...if it has anything to do with things computerish. I don't know what the hell I'm talking about. At 10:46 PM 10/28/97 -0700, Keith wrote: >Actually, the Weekly World page is not really a Beatnik sonified page (I >think to Melissa's relief ). It's just that It appears that when you >install Beatnik on some browsers it takes over the task of playing WAV I stand corrected. Serves me right for posting anything that has anything to do with technology at all. I know better than to do that, being just a minor league user. Dilletante-ishly yours, Melissa (who had a subscription to the Weekly World News when she worked in Moscow) Melissa R. Jordan Special Projects Manager International Programs Office Goodwill Industries International, Inc. (301) 881-6858, ext. 4567 (301) 881-9435 (fax) ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Oct 1997 08:45:32 -0700 From: "Keith Stansell" Subject: Re: Alloy: Dolby parody contest -- Pulp culture Great job Beth. Thanks for getting this thing started, now I've got to come up with one. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Oct 1997 10:59:23 -0800 (PST) From: Elaine Linstruth Subject: Alloy: Cool Awards RealVideo won best innovation. (Dammit.) - -- Elaine Linstruth Palmdale, CA (USA) ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Oct 1997 19:14:32 +0000 From: Lem Bingley Subject: Re: Alloy: Cool Awards At 10:59 a.m. 29/10/97 -0800, Elaine wrote: > > >RealVideo won best innovation. (Dammit.) Dog damn it, I knew I should have voted with all six of my valid e-mail addresses! ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Oct 1997 14:39:01 -0500 From: Sean Cier Subject: Re: Alloy: Dolby parody contest -- Airhead Beth Meyer wrote: > Here it is -- EGGHEAD, to the tune of "Airhead" (again, apologies to > those without the Aliens Ate My Buick album). Bloody tanj, I'm glad I put my drink down before reading that. _Warn_ us before you do something that hilarious (and absolutely perfect) again, Beth! The Wiles (1995) line is just classic... - -spc - -- /- Sean Cier -\ ( Yield, he told the silver triangle. Cough up arcane secret. ) \- http://www.andrew.cmu.edu/~scier -/ ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Oct 1997 15:38:01 -0800 From: Eclipse Subject: Re: Alloy: Dolby parody contest -- Airhead Beth, that was brilliant.. you're.. blinding us with science... -- E(lipse (well, someone had to say it) ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Oct 1997 20:59:22 +0000 From: Lem Bingley Subject: Alloy: Airwaves a la Lem This is for all you smug gits that managed to contribute to project B-Day.... Take it away maestro! ++++ Strange how those blobs form, such wondrous music On people's instruments, as they pluck or blow them, here, there. The sheets are crawlin, with tiny symbols, but I can't read 'em I wish I could but I just can't It's written music, some buggers here can read sheet music Some can even write the music, they bash it out with pencils It just myu-oo-oo-oo-oosic A weirdish squiggle, a bunch of stick-blobs, arranged at random, with foreign labels, shoved here and there What is a crotchet? What is a quaver? Words like 'arpeggio', are just the thing to help me - not! It's written music, some buggers here can read sheet music Some can even write sheet music, they bash it out with pencils, Written music, Dammit kids of ten read music, I just don't have the brain for music I'm really pretty good at equa-ay-ay-ay-ations. My eyes are enabled, but the meaning's gone again the Stupid sym-bols, all rush around on the page, It floods the senses, it doesn't make no sense Just play the tune to me, play the tune for me, play it.. for me.... It's not my fault see, when I was younger, I had a bugle, although I only mastered three notes of five, Five notes is nothing. Not worth recording. No bits of paper, with blobs all over, it's so clean. No written music, some buggers here can read sheet music Some can even write sheet music, they bash it out with pencils, written Music, Dammit kids of ten read music, I just don't have the brain for music I'm really pretty good at equations. Music, some buggers here... etc etc. +++ That's it. Lem ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Oct 1997 16:46:52 -0500 From: Melissa Jordan Subject: Alloy: Beth's Parodies Absolutely brilliant - both of 'em. I'm quite impressed - and greatly amused. Weird Al better be looking out for you, Beth! When can we expect to hear your work on Dr. Demento? - - Melissa Melissa R. Jordan Special Projects Manager International Programs Office Goodwill Industries International, Inc. (301) 881-6858, ext. 4567 (301) 881-9435 (fax) ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Oct 1997 18:56:49 -0800 From: Eclipse Subject: Alloy: More parodies.. All right, here's my little attempt at a parody. Sincerest appologies to Thomas! ;) For all you couch potatoes and channel flippers out there... to the tune of Windpower: Remote Power Switch on the tube, and let your thumb decide which channels it will be (Remote power) flick the remote and let the stations glide (You're) controlling the TV! (Remote power) All of the plots are flawed in their design written by a lower breed (Remote power) they look so silly when the shows are live they're incompetent, incompetent, incompetent, incompetent oh - Change channels on TV! (Remote power) switch on the tube, and let your thumb decide... they're incompetent incompetent, incompetent, incompetent, yeah! - Maybe there's good programming on foreign sands (Remote power) one thoughtful exposure somewhere on the waves, out there in TV land the future has chosen, chosen... (no!) (Remote power) switch on the tube, and take it for a ride Change, channels on TV! (Remote power) There's no intelligence out there, you should hide they're (all) incompetent, incompetent, incompetent, incompetent Yeah! - They're incompetent, incompetent, incompetent, incompetent, oh... Remote - power! -- E(lipse (who has, she'll admit it, never much cared for TV. except for twisted british comedy and bad sci-fi, of course) ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 30 Oct 1997 00:49:03 GMT From: IT Admin - Govt Office North West Subject: Alloy: Parody - The Key to Her ..... Deary, deary me. What have we started? Beth and Lem already up to speed (superb efforts all, Egghead DID make me LOL) and Keith threatening something soon. It just shows what can be achieved with a bit of encouragement and too much time on your hands. I too have the bit between my teeth now, and I dare say that Beth may have something to say about my psycholigical state when she learns of the subject matter, but never mind. So here, without further ado, is my second submission, to the tune of "The Key To Her Farrari" in case you hadn't guessed. Music by T Dolby Lyrics by J W Hargreaves Facilities courtesy Thos. Crapper [Aside - 'OK boys, allegro con brio, and a side order of fries ....... ah one two three, two two three ....] (There was one room in our office that was alway kept locked. It was ...... the washroom) I don't want your desk, I don't want your wages I just want the key to your washroom. Don't want your chair I don't want your office, I want the key to the washroom. I'm gonna use it - clean it - flush it Crap it - squirt it - brush it Spray it - wipe it - flush it (It can take more than one) I don't want your desk, I don't want your wages, girl I said all I want is the key to the washroom. And then I saw it, it had a big polished door with brass and chrome like some executive office, some obscene status symbol, surreal ..... Little rivers of anticipation ran down my inseam as I kicked that five hundred year old oak veneer into splinters and left a puddle behind me: fifty, sixty, seventy minutes I'd waited ... my hand slipped to the zip in my trousers as I passed eighty, ninety minutes wait ... and as I hit that porcelain bowl my relief exploded all over its avocado interior .... And at that moment, I thought of my potty. Don't need no lax, don't need no med'cine, all I want is the key to the washroom. Your pristine seat - pa! your hi-tech sistern - eech! I just want the key to your washroom. I'm gonna use it - clean it - flush it Crap it - squirt it - brush it Spray it - wipe it - flush it (It often takes more than one) Don't want your desk don't want your wages, girl I said all I want is the key to your washroom. (He's gonna scrub it - mop it - scrape it - swab it poop it - slash it - spray it - shoot it - evacuate it Don't follow him in there son) Don't want your desk don't want your wages, girl I said all I want is the key to your washroom I just want the key to your washroom ('cause the aliens ate my comode.....) Slarv ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Oct 1997 21:05:50 -0500 (EST) From: "MEYER,ANN ELIZABETH" Subject: Alloy: Various stuff Hi, folks; Just wanted to say thanks for the kind words -- I'm blushing furiously (and trying not to turn into David Lee Roth!) :-) But I was most delighted to read the latest works by Lem, Eclipse and Slarv (that "Don't follow him in there son" line had me making funny noises again!). Keep up the good work! By the way, the order of my little submissions got mixed up a bit in transit, since Eudora sent them all at once. (Just thought I'd mention that in case anyone out there was anywhere near as anal-retentive as I am. I should probably apply to work at Slarv's legendary washroom-deprived office...) Cheers, Beth - --------------------------------------------------------------- Beth Meyer School of Psychology Pager: +1-404-866-1362 Georgia Institute of Technology Fax: +1-404-894-8905 Atlanta, GA 30332-0170 bmeyer@psy.psych.gatech.edu http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~gt9020a ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 30 Oct 1997 01:12:41 -0500 (EST) From: crackers@hwcn.org Subject: Re: Alloy: More parodies.. Uh oh... I think all these parodies were just a bit too much for me... My brain is broken! MENTAL BREAKDOWN Not... so bright - neurotransmission... blink. I take my head and I lie in bed to be examined by a shrink. He prescribes something for me to use But there's no Prozak or Lithium Blues The drugs make me holler. And in thirty seconds the voices are clear. And only I hear - I'm only schiziod "Kill Mom." They're screaming in my head again. "Hey Psyco!" they're calling up to me. I'm living, I'm living through a breakdown. This is a breakdown. A mental breakdown. A mental breakdown, here it comes again. Yes all the voices told me, They told me 'bout the way it is. My medications failed me, They might as well be Pez. I know your're out to get me. My dog has told me so. I've never been more certain. That all of you have got to go. Now I've a duty and my duty becons. The end is nigh. Hey, I can fly. Don't buy the lie they sold. Orderlies have have strapped me in my seat again. "Hey Psyco!", they're calling up to me. I'm living, I'm living through a breakdown. This is a breakdown, a mental breakdown. A mental breakdown, here it comes again. CRACKERS (in my new white jacket from hell!!!) - -- Accordionist - Wethifl Musician - Atari 2600 Collector | /\/\ *NEW CrAB URL* http://www.hwcn.org/~ad329/crab.html ***| \^^/ Bira Bira Devotee - FES Member - Samurai Pizza Cats Fan| =\/= ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 30 Oct 1997 01:12:39 -0500 (EST) From: crackers@hwcn.org Subject: Re: Alloy: Dolby parody contest -- Airhead In article <3.0.3.32.19971029071501.006e3514@pop.prism.gatech.edu>, you wrote: >Here it is -- EGGHEAD, to the tune of "Airhead" (again, apologies to those >without the Aliens Ate My Buick album). ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ Oh dear... I've soiled myself. CRACKERS (Major HAR! point from hell!!!!) - -- Accordionist - Wethifl Musician - Atari 2600 Collector | /\/\ *NEW CrAB URL* http://www.hwcn.org/~ad329/crab.html ***| \^^/ Bira Bira Devotee - FES Member - Samurai Pizza Cats Fan| =\/= ------------------------------ End of alloy-digest V2 #235 ***************************