From: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org (fegmaniax-digest) To: fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Subject: fegmaniax-digest V7 #329 Reply-To: fegmaniax@smoe.org Sender: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk fegmaniax-digest Thursday, August 27 1998 Volume 07 : Number 329 Today's Subjects: ----------------- "Men seldom make passes..." [Natalie Jacobs ] Re: Wading Through A Songlist [M R Godwin ] Re: Mainstream Acceptance [The Great Quail ] mainstream about face [Russ Reynolds ] mainstream voting [Russ Reynolds ] Re: Eddie as Trainspotting Guy [Capuchin ] Re: Quails up to no good again [Capuchin ] MY open letter to Gondoolishness [Mark_Gloster@3com.com] Re: mainstream acceptance [Capuchin ] the best album-wall-of-sound-thing [Marshall Joseph Armintor ] Re: Quails up to no good again [lj lindhurst ] Bowie, in Mandarin [Jason Thornton ] FEGMANIAX, the Motion Picture, starring... [Jason Thornton ] in other words... [Russ Reynolds ] Re: Quails up to no good again [Russ Reynolds ] fwd: in other words... [Russ Reynolds ] Re: Re: mainstream acceptance [MARKEEFE@aol.com] Re: mainstream acceptance [Aaron Mandel ] Re: Quails up to no good again [Ross Overbury ] Even Better Than Staying home... [Mark_Gloster@3com.com] Re: Eddie as Trainspotting Guy [kenster@MIT.EDU (Ken Ostrander)] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 09:39:26 -0400 From: Natalie Jacobs Subject: "Men seldom make passes..." I tried that song poll thingie and I couldn't do the write-in votes - I'd click on the "add" button and nothing would happen. I tried to write in "Underwater Moonlight" but had to vote for "Element of Light" instead. Due to my short hair, glasses, and moon-face, I always thought I looked like a demented female Andy Partridge. Other comparisons have included Barbra Streisand (god help me!) and, inexplicably, Margo Timmins from the Cowboy Junkies. But mostly I just look like my mom, who isn't a celebrity. n., nice myopic Jewish girl ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 14:48:29 +0100 (BST) From: M R Godwin Subject: Re: Wading Through A Songlist On Thu, 27 Aug 1998, M R Godwin wrote: * Further amendments: > > > Bells of Rhymney *I agree with David Librik that Idris Davies is the original author of the words. Did Seeger write the tune? Did McGuinn subsequently claim a co-credit? > > > Route 66 *I think the correct sp. of the writer's name is Robert Troup. *Re Wild Mountain Thyme: I think that this traditional song may have been discovered commercially by the Clancy Brothers, who called it "Will ye go, lassie, go?" By the by, the Fogerty song called 'Rockin' all over the world' is the same song that was covered by Status Quo, but it originally appears on his first solo album, the one with 'Sea Cruise' on it. - Mike Godwin PS I was playing a 'Donovan in Concert' CD yesterday (no, not that one, another one) on which 'Universal Soldier' was credited to D Leitch. But I'm sure it's by Buffy Ste. Marie. What chance have we got if the copyright people at the record companies can't get it right? ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 98 10:36:25 -0500 From: The Great Quail Subject: Re: Mainstream Acceptance >How about we agree on Fegmania? Well, my thoughts on it are this -- if we agree to anything *but* "Element of Light," we will split the vote, so to speak, eliminating any chance of Our Man getting any significant votes at all. Remember, there are many more Robyn fans than there are us Fegs, so they'll probably be choosing "Element," by virtue of it being listed. And as for choosing "Moss Elixir," remember this round is for the Eighties only. Of course, to even think Robyn will beat the likes of Prince and Van Halen, well . . . but then we are the types to vote for Lyndon LaRouche, aren't we? - --Quail +---------+---------+---------+---------+---------+---------+---------+ The Great Quail, K.S.C. (riverrun Discordian Society) For fun with postmodern literature, New York vampires, and Fegmania, visit Sarnath: http://www.rpg.net/quail "The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents." -- H.P. Lovecraft ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 98 08:22:00 -0800 From: Russ Reynolds Subject: mainstream acceptance Ross (not Russ) wrote >We'd do much better if we agree on a single RH album, then stuff the >ballot box with votes for that. I'd suggest "Groovy Decay", but that >might lose RH some potential fans if we ever did manage to get an >entry. Well, the album of his most widely regarded as a classic was the Soft Boys' "Underwater Moonlight" (1980). I say we stand a better chance of getting it ranked if we start there. Besides, wasn't that THE best album of the 1980s anyway? - -russ (not ross) ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 98 08:32:00 -0800 From: Russ Reynolds Subject: mainstream about face says TGQ: >Well, my thoughts on it are this -- if we agree to anything *but* >"Element of Light," we will split the vote, so to speak, eliminating any >chance of Our Man getting any significant votes at all. Remember, there >are many more Robyn fans than there are us Fegs, so they'll probably be >choosing "Element," by virtue of it being listed. Having just checked out the ballot and seen "Element of Light" on there, I withdraw my suggestion of "Underwater Moonlight" EoL is the obvious choice. Now lets all go there and click away! - -russ (not ross) ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 98 08:48:00 -0800 From: Russ Reynolds Subject: mainstream voting okay, I voted. Picked Element of light #1, wrote in my favorite at #2 (had to write in the XTC album as well) and clicked down the list alphabetically on the rest. my ballot: 1. Robyn Hitchcock, Element of Light 2. The Soft Boys, Underwater Moonlight 3. XTC, Black Sea 4. The Clash, London Calling 5. John Lennon and Yoko Ono, Double Fantasy 6. R.E.M., Document 7. Squeeze, East Side Story 8. U2, The Joshua Tree 9. Violent Femmes, Violent Femmes 10. Neil Young, Freedom the good news for fegdom is that REM is doing well, with two albums in the top 20. Some REM fans have heard of Robyn Hitchcock. Who knows--if we all vote today maybe we can get EoL in the top 20 for a short while before the other larger fan lists snuff us out. the current standings: 1. U2, The Joshua Tree 2. The Police, Synchronicity 3. Michael Jackson, Thriller 4. Bruce Springsteen, Born in the U.S.A. 5. Prince, Purple Rain Soundtrack 6. Guns N' Roses, Appetite for Destruction 7. Peter Gabriel, So 8. Paul Simon, Graceland 9. Van Halen, 1984 10. Madonna, Like a Virgin 11. The Clash, London Calling 12. U2, War 13. AC/DC, Back in Black 14. R.E.M., Document 15. Def Leppard, Pyromania 16. Duran Duran, Rio 17. George Michael, Faith 18. Beastie Boys, Licensed to Ill 19. R.E.M, Murmur 20. Tears for Fears, Songs From the Big Chair - -russ ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 08:49:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Capuchin Subject: Re: Eddie as Trainspotting Guy > >Karen > >who gets tired of being compared to, uh, Joan Cusack. On Wed, 26 Aug 1998 Mark_Gloster@3com.com wrote: > There are worse comparisons to be taken. On Wed, 26 Aug 1998, Lobsterman wrote: > John, who now that she mentions it, thinks that Karen does slightly > resemble Joan Cusack (not the Sixteen Candles Joan Cusack) For some reason, I think Carole looks more like Joan Cusack than Karen... I'm not sure who Karen looks like. > My sweety thinks that the Professor Parsons character on Science Court, > a show that everybody should see, is modeled after me. I kind of agree, > but he doesn't have quite a lot of hair- and he's really smart. Oh, > maybe he's nothing like me at all, since that image conflicts with my > two most obvious outward characteristics. I think Chris Franz will attest that Mark Gloster looks EXACTLY like that other guy outside the Great American Music Hall on April 28th of this year (or was it the 29th?). Chris and I approached this stranger (well, stranger than Mark) and started talking to him... we thought it was Mark. We were mere feet from him and thought it was Mark. It was incredible. As for me? I have no clue. The celebrity names that other people mention with regards to me are ludicrous... I look nothing like those people. Some, I think, are trying to flatter and failing hopelessly. Others are purposely being mean, I'm sure. (I get garbage from Oliver Platt to Kurt Russel... I know, this last one surprised me, too, but I've gotten it several times. It hurts the same every time. I think it's just the squinty eyes.) I guess I don't really resemble a celebrity. That makes sense, outside politics and scandal, only attractive people are famous. J. ________________________________________________________ J A Brelin Capuchin ________________________________________________________ ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 08:53:58 -0700 (PDT) From: Capuchin Subject: Re: Quails up to no good again On Thu, 27 Aug 1998, dlang wrote: > b he is Mr Mousestalker. > This is unlikey as Glen is supposed to know him, but yet again,, what > evidence is there that this is the REAL Glen, as he often changes his > post name -mousestalker is yet another animal nom de plume , the Quail > does favour these. Well, I've met Glen, so there's ... wait. I have an animal nom de plume. Fuck. Maybe I'm Quail, too. J. ________________________________________________________ J A Brelin Capuchin ________________________________________________________ ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 08:55:28 -0700 From: Mark_Gloster@3com.com Subject: MY open letter to Gondoolishness More than you want to know about sharkboy... Thank you, one who stalks mice and she who shames us all with her wit for sharing the tremendous insights. I believe that confession is good for the soul, but it's not as good as sex or laughter. As my upbringing was so pathetically white bread, I may actually make few eentsy-beentsy embellishments here. Don't let the birdguy tell you I'm not real. I am very real. I make no sense at all, but I make snot and barf just like the rest of you, though much of mine is technically only metaphorically so, in prose and music. Except that wich manifests itself physically to add substance and girth to my high art of humor in the booger and vomit parts of the specrum. I feel that I need to defend myself from the hurtful things that have been said about me. Yes, technically I was the one who said them, and I did the right thing to argue with myself off line, but how dreadful was the damage done to my reputation, my loved ones, my kidneys, and my poor little spleen? I have never made some of these confessions to anyone before. I hope that they are taken the right way. I was born the third head of freak alien baby in a tabloid at the PX in Area 51, Nevada. My parents, who had compound eyes and noses were unable to spend long periods in the sun. We were very poor, but we made up for it by making music at home. Well, it wasn't really a home. It was more like an old used motion discomfort sack from under a seat in a C130. My father fancied himself as one of the great Zulu chiefs, though he was painfully whitish- greenish-trash from suburban Xerpluplu. I think sometimes after stringing me up he actually thought I was a balifone, and he would strike me repeatedly with his louisville slugger and forehead. My brothers, who were older than I used to drop medium to large household appliances on my head when "jamming" brainfriage with dad for that low woody, hollow bass sound. They also to play "Hide the Skittles" in my facial orifi. What a wacky bunch. My mom used to drink Xevudgian coolaid and imagine that monster sex perverts were climbing the sides of the house with suction cups to get at her body. I remember deciding that the Xevudgian coolaid was a little scary at that point. As I wasn't a terribly quick child, I believed my upbringing to be normal and healthy. Since my siblings were exceptionally intelligent and obnoxious, they caused my parents and teachers to believe that I was retarded and quite relatively pleasant. I'm sure they were correct on that last matter. As I got older, I had run-ins with El Chupacabra, who taught at Swope Middle School. It seems that ol' El, as we called him, had read Ayn Rand waaaaaaaaaaaay too much and had caused his brain to warp and twist. I remember that I was put in special learning classes, as my WSAT (the "W" is for weird) scores were very high in areas that involved forgetting people's names and in writing just absolute drivel. I believe I had perfect scores in face-making, being hit on the head, and getting beat up in school. Math and I did not get along, which caused some suspicion on my part. If I'm from Xerplupluan lineage, where everybody loves math to the point of eating math books instead of smoking after sex, I should be better at math and should like it. This caused me to doubt that my parents were in anyway genetically associated with me. A lot of other kids were experimenting with drugs at this time for an escape. I was experimenting with electricity. I could store 3000 volts in my fillings and could use them to broadcast a signal. The FCC called me in and I had to surrender my fillings. They gave me nerf ones that didn't work well for the traditional molar roles: broadcasting, receiving, chewing. This eventually led me to a long search of my real parents. I knew that if I found them, I would instantly feel an incredible bond and a sense of completeness. For a time, while still in my teens, I thought that a girl who allowed me to see her underwear was my parents, as I felt an incredible bond and felt close to a sense of completeness. It turned out that she wasn't my parents at all. She was actually Satan. I was really embarrassed, but I'm told that most people go through this with Baelzebubs of any and all genders- it's completely natural. Then I thought a car was my parents. Then it was a toaster. Prog rock. Wannabe Prog Rock. UNR. The MGM Grand Hotel. Bowling. Sex. Alcohol. Space Invaders. Then it was snowskis. Then it was a guitar. I spent too many years in Reno, Nevada, looking for my REAL parents, while lacking much personal identity which could help me attract my real actual parents, or anyone with money who would be willing to pose as my parents so they could support me. I felt like a round peg in a square hole in Nevada, and packed up and moved to California, where the hills are green and people are happy to give you the scabs off their backs. Los Angeles is a weird grouping of memory vignettes. Moving down there to play in a progressive band, which I wasn't qualified to do. The band decided that they wanted to do QuarterFlash and LoverBoy covers instead of music, anyway. Working at the phone company. Having my brain sucked out through a long tube every day. The concerts. KROQ. The robbery. The sex. The kissing disease. One migraine that lasted two years. I began to cultivate a personna like a movie character. Somebody that everybody had something to say about. People call this crazy, if you are below the poverty line. I managed, while never actually having any money, to stay above the poverty line and achieve a much nicer term: eccentric. I found that people wanted to be around me, since I could make them laugh, or think, or itch, or sick, or something. See, I can't remember. Finally, an incredible intergalactic babe with a giant brain asked me to move up to Northern California with her. This was the turning point for your humble narrator. I was then able to pursue music on a personal basis. Explore. Do what I wanted to. Learn how to sing. Learn how to play guitar. Threaten people with a harmonica. I played piano and classical guitar for a couple of years and reached such a high technical proficiency on each that I can, without boasting too much, clam to have "sucked the foul wind of Bathsheeba-Butt." Somehow, I have managed to stay alive with my wits, what they are, and convince others of my musical and songwriting talent, and convince employers to give me money with which to make music in exchange for my creative talents as a printed circuit board designer.. I struggle with the guitar, but love it almost obsessively. I couldn't play in many bands for my playing, but I've become a pretty good vocalist over time. I am one of my own biggest fans for my songwriting. These are some of the brief reviews: "Horrible, irritating, grating shit." (Okay, I think I wrote that one) "Tolerable." "Genius." (I didn't pay this person) "Kinda like King Crimson after a lobotomy, Stan Ridgway with a migraine, Frank Zappa on Prozac." "Frank Zappa would've loved your songs." "Have you ever heard of Robyn Hitchcock?" "Brilliant." "Are you really Shaun Cassidy?" (okay, I probably made this one up too) "You really have something here. I can't do anything with it, but I think it's great." "It's flat out depressing..." (taken out of context for humorous impact) "Don't you boys know any nice songs?" (sorry) "He used to cut the grass." (sorry again) The trail has gotten cold for my search for my true parents. I suspect that I could find some clues in New Zealand. I'm now fearing some sort of horrible cloning experiment gone wrong, in my case, perhaps Sir James mileage is different. It seems that they may have worked some of the bugs out of it by the time James appeared. It's probably just some _Boys from Brazil_ scenario, wherein we're supposed to take over the world when somebody plays "Dancin' Queen" by Abba on a dog whistle. I keep watching the X-files in hopes that the truth will be exposed. So I have a checkered past, but I have a plaid future. I can't run from my record, but I can make a CD and sell it, or at least fill up my house with the boxes. I'm a pretty dense guy but some poor bastards call me a genius. I don't eat schoolmarms for breakfast, but have had midnight snacky cakes with them. I'm not Abe Simpson, but my brain is like swiss cheese. My brain may be like swiss cheese, but it goes well with toast, and, I forget what I was saying. I'm just a guy with a shark in his pocket, but glad to see you anyway. Sorry you felt compelled to read this far, - -long-winded shark ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 08:58:34 -0700 (PDT) From: Capuchin Subject: Re: mainstream acceptance Pet peeve alert. On Thu, 27 Aug 1998, Russ Reynolds wrote: > Well, the album of his most widely regarded as a classic was the Soft Boys' > "Underwater Moonlight" (1980). I say we stand a better chance of getting it > ranked if we start there. Besides, wasn't that THE best album of the 1980s > anyway? There was no year zero. Not in anybody's calendar. Hence, the first century was 1-100. The decades were as follows: the ones 1-10 the teens 11-20 the twenties 21-30 the thirties 31-40 the forties 41-50 the fifties 51-60 the seventies 71-80 the eighties 81-90 the nineties 91-100 The second century began on the first day of 101. We're in the 20th century. The eighties were 1981-1990. Underwater Moonlight was released in the seventies. The first day of the 21st century is January 1, 2001. Thank you. J. ________________________________________________________ J A Brelin Capuchin ________________________________________________________ ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 11:02:57 -0500 (CDT) From: Marshall Joseph Armintor Subject: the best album-wall-of-sound-thing << Y'all know we'll never agree on a single album. If we can pull this off, the accomplishment will be getting Robun's name on the list, not promoting our favourite albums. He'd never get on the list without a nudge from us (if it can work at all). Let's just pick some arbitrary release, then do it. How about his last? At least if it does make the list the curious would be able to find it.>> Right. Okay, if we wanna do that, then voting for the 90s albums begins next week (I assume Monday). Just go to www.wallofsound.com, follow the link, and (write-in vote, I assume) for _Moss Elixir_. Now, I'd probably vote for _Eye_ too, but that's just me. Don't get me started. Fortunately, he's released fewer albums in this decade... less to fight about. marshall ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 09:02:43 -0700 (PDT) From: Capuchin Subject: Re: mainstream voting On Thu, 27 Aug 1998, Russ Reynolds wrote: > okay, I voted. Picked Element of light #1, wrote in my favorite at #2 (had > to write in the XTC album as well) and clicked down the list alphabetically > on the rest. my ballot: > 2. The Soft Boys, Underwater Moonlight See previous post. > 6. R.E.M., Document > the current standings: > 14. R.E.M., Document > 19. R.E.M, Murmur Now see, Murmur was an amazing album. That much is certain. But Document? Document is a lame followup to the unstoppably good Life's Rich Pagaent. I enjoy Document. It's listenable and has a few good songs. But it's emptier and less rockin' and less interesting and less everything than Life's Rich Pagaent. I guess it's considered their Breakthrough album, so there's no escaping the trappings. J. ________________________________________________________ J A Brelin Capuchin ________________________________________________________ ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 12:13:07 -0400 From: lj lindhurst Subject: Re: Quails up to no good again >On Thu, 27 Aug 1998, dlang wrote: >> b he is Mr Mousestalker. >> This is unlikey as Glen is supposed to know him, but yet again,, what >> evidence is there that this is the REAL Glen, as he often changes his >> post name -mousestalker is yet another animal nom de plume , the Quail >> does favour these. > >Well, I've met Glen, so there's ... wait. I have an animal nom de plume. >Fuck. Maybe I'm Quail, too. >J. I'm Quail, and so is my wife! ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 09:12:00 -0700 From: Jason Thornton Subject: Bowie, in Mandarin At 10:34 AM 8/27/98 +0800, Jon Fetter wrote: >>Nope, not me. I'm Canto-pop all the way. Faye Wong, Jacky Cheung, Leon >>Lei, Sammi Cheng, Andy Lau, David Bowie (one song, in Mandarin), all that >>jazz. > Didn't know that Bowie had a song in Mandarin. The guy is everywhere. Bowie recorded a version of "Seven Years in Tibet" in Mandarin, as he said, in "the language of the oppressors." It reached #1 in Hong Kong. MTV made a big deal about this, because it was Bowie's first #1 in awhile, anyplace. You can find this version as a "b-side" on the english language single of "Seven Years in Tibet," and it was also included in the Bowie EP that was included in an issue of GQ magazine some time ago. - --Jason ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 09:23:07 -0700 From: Jason Thornton Subject: FEGMANIAX, the Motion Picture, starring... ><< Now for a heated discussion of "What celebrity do people think you look > like?" >> Kevin Spacey in "Se7en" and/or "Usual Suspects" was a big one for awhile. Way back in high school, people used to say I looked *JUST* like David Morse, the guy from St. Elsewhere - aka, the dad/alien from "Contact," and the guy who killed the world in "12 Monkeys." I think he also tried to help kill San Francisco in a Nick Cage flick. Last month, some guy in a bar said I looked like Donald Pleasence, which I don't, and started making references to the film "Halloween," which pissed me off to no end. I think he was just looking for a fight. I definitely don't look THAT old - hell, I still get carded. (Did you know the mask from "Halloween" was a William Shatner mask painted white? Scary...) - --Jason np: Bruford-Levin, "Upper Extremities" (TOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRNNNNNN!!!!) ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 98 09:27:00 -0800 From: Russ Reynolds Subject: the 80s Capuchin writes: >There was no year zero. Not in anybody's calendar. Hence, the first >century was 1-100. The decades were as follows: > >the ones 1-10 >the teens 11-20 >the twenties 21-30 >the thirties 31-40 >the forties 41-50 >the fifties 51-60 >the seventies 71-80 >the eighties 81-90 >the nineties 91-100 um...so you're saying 1980 occurred in the 70s? a decade is defined as any span of time covering ten years. The 80s are years then end in 80-something. There were ten of those in this century, and most of us remember them as being 1980-1989. understand your pet peeves. - -russ ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 98 09:33:00 -0800 From: Russ Reynolds Subject: in other words... 1980 occurred in the 179th decade, but 1980 was part of the decade of the '80s, not the '70s. - -rr ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 98 09:52:00 -0800 From: Russ Reynolds Subject: Re: Quails up to no good again ======== Original Message ======== >On Thu, 27 Aug 1998, dlang wrote: >> b he is Mr Mousestalker. >> This is unlikey as Glen is supposed to know him, but yet again,, what >> evidence is there that this is the REAL Glen, as he often changes his >> post name -mousestalker is yet another animal nom de plume , the Quail >> does favour these. > >Well, I've met Glen, so there's ... wait. I have an animal nom de plume. >Fuck. Maybe I'm Quail, too. >J. I'm Quail, and so is my wife! ======== Fwd by: Russ Reynolds ======== yeah, we're all Quail! vewy well, then...wewease Quail! ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 98 09:57:00 -0800 From: Russ Reynolds Subject: fwd: in other words... ======== Original Message ======== 1980 occurred in the 179th decade, but 1980 was part of the decade of the '80s, not the '70s. - -rr ======== Fwd by: Russ Reynolds ======== er...make that the 197th decade ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 13:07:42 EDT From: MARKEEFE@aol.com Subject: Re: Re: mainstream acceptance In a message dated 8/27/98 9:03:41 AM, you wrote: <> I totally understand that this is true, but, I don't know, it just "feels" wrong to me. In my eyes, the 80's will always be the decade that started with the year 1980 and ended with 1989. I feel more comfotable with the new Millennium starting on 01/01/2001, though. So, in my world, there's a slight and awkward overlap between decades and millenia. Sorry, but life just makes more sense to me that way. - -----Michael K. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 13:15:50 -0400 (EDT) From: Aaron Mandel Subject: Re: mainstream acceptance On Thu, 27 Aug 1998, Capuchin wrote: > the teens 11-20 > the twenties 21-30 > [...] this is where you lose me, jeme. defining things this way is as irrelevant as complaining that Neil Young's album Decade is inaccurately titled because the material in question is from 1966-1975. a decade is ten consecutive years. ten consecutive years had "twenty" in their names. they were the twenties. > The first day of the 21st century is January 1, 2001. nobody denies this. though there's a certain delicious irony in the fact that there may or may not be a serious disaster one year earlier for the same reason that leads people to intuitively feel like they should party in 1999. a ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 98 13:46:18 EDT From: Ross Overbury Subject: Re: Quails up to no good again > > ======== Original Message ======== > >On Thu, 27 Aug 1998, dlang wrote: > >> b he is Mr Mousestalker. > >> This is unlikey as Glen is supposed to know him, but yet again,, what > >> evidence is there that this is the REAL Glen, as he often changes his > >> post name -mousestalker is yet another animal nom de plume , the Quail > >> does favour these. > > > >Well, I've met Glen, so there's ... wait. I have an animal nom de plume. > >Fuck. Maybe I'm Quail, too. > >J. > > I'm Quail, and so is my wife! > ======== Fwd by: Russ Reynolds ======== > yeah, we're all Quail! Not me; I'm Russ. - -- Ross Overbury Montreal, Quebec, Canada email: rosso@cn.ca ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 11:19:27 -0700 From: Mark_Gloster@3com.com Subject: Even Better Than Staying home... I'm playing in Soquel on Saturday night, opening for a friend of mine. The "show" will be at the Ugly Mug coffee house on the corner or Porter street and Soquel Dr., and I will be starting around 8:00 pm. The Ugly Mug serves light food, desserts, and beverages to make your experience more joy-filled. Sorry about the late notice. Steve Palopoli's entry in this week's Good Times reads: "Strange Brew Don't say I never gave you anything to do Saturday: Yet another unusual but highly recommended show is Acoustic Brew and Mark Gloster at the Ugly Mug Saturday. Gloster is a smart, literate songwriter who might be mapped somewhere between David Byrne and Robyn Hitchcock - I hope the follow-up to his fine debut Monday's Lunch is coming sooner rather than later. Acoustic Brew I haven't heard, but one half of the guitar-roots singer- songwriter duo is ex-Live Soup partner Patrick Cooper, and the thing about Gloster and Cooper is they're both smart-asses, so I expect it'll be a highly entertaining gig. (Their advertising line for the show is "Better Than Staying Home," if that gives you an idea about their sense of humor.) It starts at 8 p.m.; no cover." Happies, - -Markg ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 14:25:22 -0400 From: kenster@MIT.EDU (Ken Ostrander) Subject: Re: Eddie as Trainspotting Guy >Now for a heated discussion of "What celebrity do people think you look >like?" over the years i've been called many things. the most common celebrity names are christian slater, michael j. fox, and george michael. though many people have said i look like "that guy from the last american virgin." >Hey, don't lose the glasses... > >I am an active contributor to the girls with glasses site and it's close to >impossible to find women with glasses here in Vegas... For anyone interested >to see my work, go to www.girlswithglasses.com hit galleries first then >go to >gothic... the model there is my roommie, Jen... hot stuff! i've always had a thing for girls with glasses. librarians and such. all that crap about men don't make passes... just perpetuates those stupid stereotypes. ken "ready to be a house husband" the kenster ------------------------------ End of fegmaniax-digest V7 #329 *******************************