From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #333 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Sunday, November 21 1999 Volume 02 : Number 333 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: if you have a web site... [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: Poem (Perception and Perfection) [Chris ] ET: Poem(Dawn) [Chris ] ET: Et: Poem (The time has come for and End) [Chris ] ET: Fwd: Computer bumper stickers [Jeremy Hodgins I found it before, and I'm the only one in the ring. lol, Anyways if you have a web site, Jewel or non-jewel go sign up for it. You get added right away by the web site. Okay well thanks you guys, I just thought it would be cool. :) Rebecca ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 20 Nov 1999 18:03:09 -0500 From: Chris Subject: ET: Poem (Perception and Perfection) This is sorta ironic now. All comments welcome. November 10, 1999 Perfection and Perception Isabel doesn't believe anything or anyone can be perfect. That's one ideal I can't accept. To her perfect is to be flawless, My ideas vastly differ, I must confess, That being without flaws is a flaw in itself And what she deems a mistake, to myself (November 11, 1999) might not be a mistake at all-even perfection, so it varies with each person's perception. As much as I love tolerance, It is difficult to accept her point of view since I adore the idea of the consummate And to me she is it. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 20 Nov 1999 18:03:18 -0500 From: Chris Subject: ET: Poem(Dawn) Out of blackest night comes the dawn. All comments welcome. November 20, 1999 Dawn Isabel has fallen from her marble pedestal of perfection. I still hold her in the greatest affection. With not time, but words have the shackles been taken. The path I travel forsaken. I have true credence-I did fail. And never will prevail. I set down my chains with regret. Yet, my memories I have I will never forget. She has taught me more than I knew I could miss- Brought me from ecstasy to the abyss. I have truly no more illusions of what will not be. No more pain and misery to haunt me. My nightmare rides to an end. And she is still my friend. My pain is all now gone. I turn to face the dawn. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 20 Nov 1999 18:03:14 -0500 From: Chris Subject: ET: Et: Poem (The time has come for and End) Strong words, but no backbone in this craven poet. All comments welcome. November 13, 1999 The Time has come for an End The time has come to let loose what is real. The time has come to let her feel what I feel. I have tried to convey my feelings before I have tried to tell her She is the one I adore. I have always been afraid of losing her as a friend Of creating a wound that will not mend. Yet, I must try once more-again- The doubt would destroy me, be my greatest sin. I have never known if she knows, I think she is perfection. This sad truth is in stern need of correction. My most potent ally, turned against me-time. I must prepare an assault of rhythm and rhyme. Fear, I throw down your chains of misery! You won't hold me anymore, I will be free! An end to this spinning darkness, in which I dwell!- An end to my own personal hell! ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 20 Nov 1999 17:50:04 -0800 (PST) From: Jeremy Hodgins Subject: ET: Fwd: Computer bumper stickers Computer Bumper Stickers We'd Like to See. . . 1. BREAKFAST.COM Halted...Cereal Port Not Responding 2. <-------- The information went data way --------> 3. The name is Baud...James Baud. 4. BUFFERS=20 FILES=15 2nd down, 4th quarter, 5 yards to go! 5. Access denied--nah nah na nah nah! 6. C:V> Bad command or file name! Go stand in the corner. 7. Southern DOS: Y'all reckon? (Yep/Nope) 8. Backups? We don' *NEED* no steenking backups. 9. E Pluribus Modem 10. .... File not found. Should I fake it? (Y/N) 11. Ethernet (n): something used to catch the etherbunny 12. CONGRESS.SYS Corrupted: Re-boot Washington D.C (Y/N)? 13. 11th commandment - Covet not thy neighbor's Pentium. 14. Windows: Just another pane in the glass. 15. SENILE.COM found . . . Out Of Memory . . . 16. RAM disk is *not* an installation procedure. 17. Smash forehead on keyboard to continue... 18. COFFEE.EXE Missing - Insert Cup and Press Any Key 19. ASCII stupid question, get a stupid ANSI! 20. E-mail returned to sender -- insufficient voltage. 21. Error: Keyboard not attached. Press F1 to continue. 22. "640K ought to be enough for anybody." - Bill Gates, 1981 23. Press any key... no, no, no, NOT THAT ONE! 24. Press any key to continue or any other key to quit... 25. REALITY.SYS corrupted: Reboot universe? (Y/N/Q) 26. Error reading FAT record: Try the SKINNY one? (Y/N) 27. Hit any user to continue. 28. Disk Full - Press F1 to belch. 29. Backup not found: (A)bort (R)etry (P)anic 30. (A)bort, (R)etry, (G)et a beer? Jeremy :) _______________________________________________________ Get FREE voicemail, fax and email at http://voicemail.excite.com Talk online at http://voicechat.excite.com ------------------------------ Date: 20 Nov 99 20:41:17 CST From: Naomi Vaughn Subject: ET: Taffy-stuck and tongue-tied... i'd like to imagine that this is a sign a gesture of affections unspoken but something in your laughing stride as you walk away leaves me with the notion that what i'm seeing is simply to you as natural as that breath spilling from those smiling lips. - -- she tells me i analyze too much into the ordinary that he's not worth it falling for fictional characters and that he's blind if he can't see me and i believe her she tells me he's not all that good-looking his laugh and hair are odd he never hangs out with guys is simply nothing more than a chic-magnet and she doesn't really like him much anymore but i don't believe her. - -- they see something in me that i fail to find i'm missing something i'm sure they see some mysterious worth in these simple words these estranged babblings i just don't understand - -- it's been a day and seven stars since first i kissed that swollen grin we've come a long way baby and i just want you to know i treasure every last slice of burnt toast and every last glass of sour orange juice every shard of glass left in your sweet fumbling path every time you stumbled into my always ready arms i just want you to know those are the moments i love those are the good times and i can't imagine it any other way. - -- you loved me quickly and without judgement you saved me selflessly and rejoiced with such joy my walky-talky candy necklace punk angel there's no one as beautiful as you. - -- i tell her she's a goddess an angel and admired so if only she would listen. "...if you've never stared off into the distance than your life is a shame" ~Counting Crows, "Mrs. Potter's Lullaby" ____________________________________________________________________ Get your own FREE, personal Netscape WebMail account today at http://webmail.netscape.com. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #333 **********************************