From: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org (fegmaniax-digest) To: fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Subject: fegmaniax-digest V9 #289 Reply-To: fegmaniax@smoe.org Sender: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk fegmaniax-digest Monday, October 16 2000 Volume 09 : Number 289 Today's Subjects: ----------------- RE: he also invented the listserv [Viv Lyon ] Tonight [Bayard ] NY Times article about new Gorey show [mad ] A moment of hate sponsored by an angry quail [The Great Quail ] Re: NY Times article about new Gorey show [Tom Clark ] RE: 93' tour ["Brian Huddell" ] Re: A moment of hate sponsored by an angry quail ["JH3" ] Re: A moment of hate sponsored by an angry quail [Capuchin ] RE: 93' tour ["brian nupp" ] please, jeme, this is offensive. [Bayard ] Re: 93' tour [woj sven-woj ] Re: please, jeme, this is offensive. [Capuchin ] RE: 93' tour ["Brian Huddell" ] RIP [Christopher Gross ] Re: So long, fegmaniax [Viv Lyon ] Re: A moment of hate sponsored by an angry quail [The Great Quail ] Re: So long, fegmaniax [Christopher Gross ] re: so long, Fegmaniax [Eb ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 11:15:11 -0700 (PDT) From: Viv Lyon Subject: RE: he also invented the listserv On Mon, 16 Oct 2000, Brian Huddell wrote: > > Gore changes not only the emphases of his speeches, but the tone, text, > > and philoposhy > > Sorry, off topic, but this has to be the coolest typo I've seen in a long > time! It's my new favorite word. > > Carry on. Yes, but what could it mean? Love of all things posh and fancy? ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 15:03:06 -0400 (EDT) From: Bayard Subject: Tonight is anyone going to the show tonight besides chris and ben and myself? Say hi if you see me - i'll be in a bright orange !viva sea-tac II! T shirt. I also hope to record the show so you might see me near the soundboard. A favor - if one follows up a post and talks politics, might one indicate so in the header so i can delete it without reading it? That would be most kind. And Jeme, I think you still owe snopes an apology. Talking about Lennon qualifies as religion and please indicate that as well. - - that would be me. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 15:09:22 -0400 From: mad Subject: NY Times article about new Gorey show This appears in today's New York Times. There's also an accompanying picture which I'll email to you if you want. Of course you can go to the NY Times online but they request that you login to view articles - such a sucky policy. In case anyone cares, I've moved my fegdot from Washington DC to Brooklyn NY. Scary Mary Edward Gorey: Master of the Macabre, Prolific and Dead http://www.nytimes.com/2000/10/16/arts/16GORE.html October 16, 2000 By MEL GUSSOW After Edward Gorey died in April, Andreas Brown, one of the executors of his estate, visited Gorey's 200-year-old 15-room house in Yarmouth Port, Mass. Mr. Brown began searching through closets, crannies in Gorey's words, "beneath the floor, behind the door" and possibly up the chimney. Amid the cosmic disarray, he discovered hundreds of stories and sketches, some finished, some unfinished, left behind by this grand master of the macabre. This is, Mr. Brown said, a trove of Goreyiana, with ample material for many future books and for plays based on his work. On one trip to the Gorey house, he was accompanied by Kevin McDermott, a producer and actor who has been involved in several theatrical anthologies of Gorey's work, including one called "Amphoragorey," a musical presented in 1999 in Provincetown, Mass. Among the items they found were drawings Gorey had started for "The Admonitory Hippopotamus," an unpublished story that was a featured part of the Provincetown show. "The face of the hippo was stern," Mr. McDermott said. "It was more admonitory than we imagined." The show, with some revisions and now titled "The Gorey Details," is scheduled to open tonight at the Century Center for the Performing Arts in Manhattan. Presumably the hippo will be more admonitory than it was on Cape Cod. "The Admonitory Hippopotamus, or Angelica and Sneezeby" is a vintage Gorey story. A girl of 5 is playing cards with her brothers in a gazebo when suddenly she sees a spectral hippopotamus "rising from the ha-ha." "Fly at once!" commands the hippo. "All is discovered!" In a journey that covers her entire life in cameo, Angelica travels the world from St. Torpid's ("to buy forbidden jujubes") to the Indian Ocean, where she has an "assignation with a Eurasian Stoker" on a ship. Repeatedly the animal appears and delivers its message, acting as a kind of constant and peripatetic conscience. The narrator of this musical is Ogdred Weary, one of Gorey's anagrammatized alter egos (along with Dogear Wryde and Regera Dowdy). He is played by Mr. McDermott, who bears a passing resemblance to the artist. He is tall (though shorter than Gorey) and has a piratical mustache (though no beard) and a properly sepulchral voice. During the last decade of his life Gorey was involved in a series of theatricals on Cape Cod, including a puppet show of his own invention. He gave his permission for the Provincetown musical but did not participate in it. After he saw it, however, he returned many times and made some suggestions, one that the title be changed to "Hidden Turnips." There are frequent allusions to that vegetable in his work. Apparently he looked forward to the New York version but died before the production could be arranged. "The Gorey Details," directed by Daniel Levans, credits Gorey as author. Several pieces in the revue derive from "Tinned Lettuce," an earlier Gorey anthology presented at New York University. These include "The Object Lesson" and "The Nursery Frieze" and, as a refrain, the mysterious letters "Q.R.V." Through countless references, "Q.R.V." became a Gorey signature, letters chosen, he said, precisely because they had no meaning. "Gorey Details" begins with Ogdred Weary riding onstage on a bicycle, reciting words from "Q.R.V": "Haiku, Glue, Seppaku Maru, Wiggle, Wuggle, Wuggily Ump," followed by his comment, "I really must write something today." "The play is Ogdred Weary's writer's block," Mr. McDermott explained before a recent rehearsal. "He doesn't really have any desire to write, but he knows he should. Then he finds objects in the basket on his bicycle and tries to get inspiration from them: a piece of driftwood, a brown china doorknob, a little urn that has Q.R.V. written on it." The first act, he said, is narrative, and the second act is "more of an open landscape and a bit more abstract and darker in tone." It moves from "The Insect God" to "The Inanimate Tragedy," which Mr. McDermott characterized as a puppet show that is "our little tribute to Julie Taymor." The musical is a tribute to Gorey's long involvement with theater, which began when he was a student at Harvard University in the late 1940's. He and his roommate, the poet Frank O'Hara, joined the Poets Theater in Cambridge, where Gorey was active as a playwright and designer. His books have an irrepressible streak of theatricality, but it was not until "Dracula" on Broadway in 1977 that he immersed himself (somewhat) in a large stage project. The concept and the design of that show were based on his crosshatched art. His major interest at the time, in addition to his work, was the ballet. During this period he attended every performance of George Balanchine dances at the New York City Ballet. He remained stage-struck as well as balletomaniacal, which is why so many of his tales have references to those performing arts and to opera. In "The Weeping Chandelier" (in the first act of "Gorey Details"), Theodora runs away from her home with three bats, Flip, Flop and Righty-ho. As a quartet, they create a variety act in which she plays the castanets while the bats perform on a tightrope. Together they become the rage of Europe until Theodora marries the Duque de Sangre y Trueno in the Church of the Whited Sepulcher. Then she retires from the stage, as do her batty partners. Throughout his life Gorey had a great affinity for creatures other than human and lived with an entourage of cats. (After his death they were given to cat-loving friends and relatives.) Significantly, the primary beneficiary of his estate is a charitable trust to be established for animals and other creatures. Money will go to needy cats and dogs, various invertebrates including insects, and, of course, bats like Flip, Flop and Righty-ho. One probable recipient is a bat conservancy in Austin, Tex. Just before the afternoon rehearsal began, Mr. Levans described Gorey's art as "eccentric, honest, extreme and very precise: there's little room for embellishment, and if one begins to embellish, you've left the Gorey world." In performance, he said, the approach was to "flip the page, next picture, flip the page, move on." Onstage were three urns, the middle one labeled "Hundreds of Thousands," which could serve as a slight exaggeration of the number of drawings produced by the artist. As Ogdred Weary began telling the story of the hippo, Allison DeSalvo danced across the stage to rippling music. Exiting and re-entering, she was pursued by Daniel C. Levine, proclaiming: "Fly at once. All is discovered." Overseeing the action, the director advised his actors, "Can we get a little more Goreyesque?," and they performed the piece again. After her final voyage Ms. DeSalvo climbed aboard Mr. Levine's back. At 86, Angelica, now the dowager Duchess of Paltry, was last seen riding away on an admonitory hippopotamus. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 15:51:53 -0400 From: The Great Quail Subject: A moment of hate sponsored by an angry quail Wow, I just have to say this, ok? I mean, I think I am a nice person, gentle and all that, but... I have been reading every article on the presidential election, watching all the debates, the acceptance speeches, etc. and, I *hate* George W. Bush. I mean, it's weird -- I have, on and off in my life, said that I "hated" many Republicans, including Ronald Reagan, Nancy Reagan, George Bush Sr, Don Regan, Orrin Hatch, Pat Buchanan, Jerry Fallwell, Ralph Reed, Bob Dole, Strom Thurman, Rehnquist, Thomas, Scalia, and, God, let's see.... lots more. But there is something PERSONAL about the way I hate W. Like when I said, "I hate Ronald Reagan," I really hated his policies more than anything else -- personally he seemed like a slightly fuddled daft but wealthy grandfather who could never really understand the younger generation, and truly saw the world in terms of black and white. But W.? I hate him on a gut level, like every cell in my body has a little iota of hate to add, and my heart is a loathstone pulling all that hatred together into a black flame of focus; and as the particles of spite -- I shall call them haticles -- as the haticles stream from my cells to my heart, they collect in oscillating waves of revulsion that course through my body and make me sick, sick, sick. I hate his smile, his eyes, his willful ignorance, his ignorance of his ignorance, his assumptions, his lies, his prevarication, his obfuscation, his sense of entitlement, his snideness, and especially the way his entire body language seems to mock higher thought; as if he is getting away with something and he doesn't think anyone else is noticing, because he thinks he's really as intelligent as anyone else, and people who are smarter or well-read or intellectual are just eggheads, mere tools for him to use. And I hate the way 50% of the rest of America can't seem to notice that he is so clearly the antichrist! I have fear and loathing of Bush, a hatred so vast it must have genetic origins, as if his great great great ancestors came from a rival planet that my great great great ancestors hated for millennia from the safety of their planet, which was probably then destroyed by some ancestor of Bush, with a smirk and a twinkle in his eye (a reflection of the silver spoon in his mouth, no doubt) and every atom of his accursed body spinning with falseness and insincerity and calculation and frat boy anti-charm.... I see him on TV and I want to press unmentionable parts of my body against the screen, as if I can display some atavistic, nay, *primal* contempt for him, something that will only satisfy my reptile brain, or at least cause celebration in the part of my consciousness that centers on raw, simian awareness. Yes, the monkeys swinging at the top of my brain stem want to fling defecation at him. I see his image in the newspapers and I want to tear them out, one after the other, and paste them on the walls, floor, and ceiling of a 20' x 20' cube, until I can step inside the cube and be surrounded by his evil face, staring at me and inflaming my hate even more, like a "hate that Goldman guy" hour from 1984; like an inversion of an Orgone Accumulator, as if my collected and amplified hate can be enough to take form, bursting from my heart in a dark abhorgasm, a serpentine blackness irradiated by little silver speckles of my own arrogance and crimson bubbles of pure, distilled anger, and it will stream from my heart and silently find its way to W., and there take him into the past and give him a different life, a miserable hard life where people just like him beat him up at recess.... Shudder. I even hate him for making me hate him, because I know that I am better than hate; I also know that if I were more Zen like, I could release this hate; not blame it on him, after all, which is a false blame, my hate is my own; but just smile at him and wish him well and not let it get to me. But when I think about his face staring at me for four years, all Zen poise is devoured by chattering cortical monkeys. So I also hate him for making me see that I yet have far to evolve myself; which makes me hate him even more for serving some noble Buddhist purpose in my life; and then and I hate him even MORE for making me realize that, finally, at my core, perhaps, I even *like* to hate him, and well that's no good, is it? And the levels increase, the twin strands of self-awareness and hatred, winding their double helix increasingly tighter with each iteration, a drill of menace twisting deeper into my soul like some vicious strand of DNA, finally to reach a Zero Degree of Eccentricty and finally merge, on a point, a psychic place of no dimension but object and objectified; where it will be only myself and W. facing each other, and, and oh! and oh! THEN I WILL HAVE MY SAY!!!!!! (And yet, he won't even know who I am, the crafty ignorant bastard! Oooooh, I hate him.... Arrrgh!) - --Q.U.A.I.L.: Quantum Upgraded Assassination and Infiltration Lifeform PS: Some of you may know, that while I am still voting for Gore, I at least signed some petitions to get Nader and Buchanan in the debates..... - -- +---------+---------+---------+---------+---------+---------+---------+ The Great Quail, K.S.C. (riverrun Discordian Society, Kibroth-hattaavah Branch) 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: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 16:04:14 EDT From: "brian nupp" Subject: 93' tour Does any one remember the name of the band that opened for RHE on the Respect tour? I remember Murray Attaway from Guadilcanal Diary, and Will Rigby from the dB's were in this band. Who was it? What other all-stars were in this band? Brian "the American one, not the English one (you are English aren't you Brian?" P.S. Respect is due to Raymond Hitchcock and who? _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 13:12:38 -0700 From: Tom Clark Subject: Re: NY Times article about new Gorey show on 10/16/00 12:09 PM, mad at mad@loona.net wrote: > In case anyone cares, I've moved my fegdot from Washington DC to > Brooklyn NY. Score another one for Quail! The assimilation is formally underway... - -tc ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 16:24:21 -0400 From: mad Subject: Re: NY Times article about new Gorey show Quail? I'm here for lj! : 0 s.Mary >on 10/16/00 12:09 PM, mad at mad@loona.net wrote: > > > In case anyone cares, I've moved my fegdot from Washington DC to > > Brooklyn NY. > >Score another one for Quail! The assimilation is formally underway... > >-tc ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 15:35:07 -0500 From: "Brian Huddell" Subject: RE: 93' tour > Brian "the American one, not the English one (you are English aren't you > Brian?" If you mean me, I'm a yank living in New Orleans. But I *am* an anglophile if that counts. Let's see, you could call yourself the smart one, or the tall or thin or rich one if you happen to be any of those things. Cheers. P.S. Was it the Sneakers touring with RH in '93? ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 15:32:26 -0500 From: "JH3" Subject: Re: A moment of hate sponsored by an angry quail Quailius Maximus wrotius: >I hate him on a gut level, like every cell in my body has a little >iota of hate to add, and my heart is a loathstone pulling all that >hatred together into a black flame of focus; and as the particles of >spite -- I shall call them haticles -- Hey, another new word! It's like this list has become some sort of etymological petri dish! >-- as the haticles stream from my >cells to my heart, they collect in oscillating waves of revulsion >that course through my body and make me sick, sick, sick. I hate his >smile, his eyes, his willful ignorance, his ignorance of his >ignorance, his assumptions, his lies, his prevarication, his >obfuscation, his sense of entitlement, his snideness... Whoa, does this mean you DON'T think he's a nice guy? >I see him on TV and I want to press unmentionable parts of my body >against the screen, as if I can display some atavistic, nay, *primal* >contempt for him, something that will only satisfy my reptile brain, >or at least cause celebration in the part of my consciousness that >centers on raw, simian awareness. Y'know, this is almost *exactly* how I feel when I see Jimmy Buffett on the telly. It's like I'm both a lizard and an ape *at the same time*... Anyway, good thing HE isn't running for President. Anyway, Q, thanks! I thought that was extremely erudite! I just hope for your sake that he either loses, or that the US Secret Service isn't monitoring this list. JH3, writing myself in this fall as usual... ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 13:35:55 -0700 (PDT) From: Capuchin Subject: Re: A moment of hate sponsored by an angry quail On Mon, 16 Oct 2000, The Great Quail wrote: > I see his image in the newspapers and I want to tear them out, one > after the other, and paste them on the walls, floor, and ceiling of a > 20' x 20' cube, until I can step inside the cube and be surrounded by > his evil face, staring at me and inflaming my hate even more, like a > "hate that Goldman guy" hour from 1984; I think this is very close to what your intended to feel, Quail. This analogy is very close to the kind of games that are being played with public opinion. There is Gore and there is Bush. There is the unfeeling robot of the Liberal age coming to kill our unborn babies and immasculate our military and there is the frat-boy rich kid coming up on his daddy's coat tails to shove the bible down our throats and pretend like he knows what's going on. These are the two images painted for us. But honestly, they're supporting roughly the same policies (continued war on drugs, the slowly eroding abortion rights, the world bank and WTO, overseas military might, and miniscule, unnoticable steps toward "improving" health care without actually decreasing the cost or improving the service) and pandering to the same corporations (the number of corporations contributing very large and equal sums to both campaigns is now over 100... even though it's been illegal since 1910 for corporations to contribute to federal election campaigns, they play the stupid "committee to elect" game). Yeah yeah, you've all heard this before. But does it sink in? Do you somehow not believe it? Do you think that somewhere deep down there's a difference that will actually change the way you live and the work you do? Go ahead and hate, Quail. Hate hate hate. Just don't think. Because you'll feel really bad about your choice. J. - -- _______________________________________________ Capuchin capuchin@bitmine.net Jeme A Brelin _______________________________________________ [cc] counter-copyright http://www.openlaw.org ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 15:41:03 -0500 (CDT) From: GSS Subject: Re: A moment of hate sponsored by an angry migratory game bird On Mon, 16 Oct 2000, The Great Quail wrote: > PS: Some of you may know, that while I am still voting for Gore, I at > least signed some petitions to get Nader and Buchanan in the > debates..... once again, you have saved yourself from being labeled a pusillanimous twit or something, at the last possible moment. you are getting good at this.... you runnin fer office? all hail the great quail!!!!!!! > -- > +---------+---------+---------+---------+---------+---------+---------+ ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 11:53:48 -0700 From: "Jason R. Thornton" Subject: Re: So long, fegmaniax At 08:57 AM 10/16/00 -0700, Capuchin wrote: >Guess what? Lennon's not God. Guess what? Nobody said He was. You seem to be the only person confusing legitimate, honest appreciation with deification. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to sacrifice a medium sized blue whale to our savior Ringo... By the way, if you're in a CD store in Hong Kong, look for Robyn Hitchcock under "R". - --Jason "Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples." - Sherwood Anderson ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 16:49:12 EDT From: "brian nupp" Subject: RE: 93' tour How many Brians are on this list? No, it wasn't the the Sneakers. That was Chris Stamey (of the dB's) and Mitch Easter's band from the 70's. Brian the tall thin red headed one. >From: "Brian Huddell" >Reply-To: "Brian Huddell" >To: >Subject: RE: 93' tour >Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 15:35:07 -0500 > > > Brian "the American one, not the English one (you are English aren't you > > Brian?" > >If you mean me, I'm a yank living in New Orleans. But I *am* an anglophile >if that counts. Let's see, you could call yourself the smart one, or the >tall or thin or rich one if you happen to be any of those things. > >Cheers. > >P.S. Was it the Sneakers touring with RH in '93? > > _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 16:52:51 -0400 (EDT) From: Bayard Subject: please, jeme, this is offensive. immasculate? under weigh? "what your intended to feel"? you're slipping, pal, i expect better from you. in fact, i'm not at all sure that IS you. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 17:00:10 -0400 From: woj sven-woj Subject: Re: 93' tour also sprach brian nupp (bnupp@hotmail.com): >Does any one remember the name of the band that opened for RHE on the >Respect tour? I remember Murray Attaway from Guadilcanal Diary, and Will >Rigby from the dB's were in this band. Who was it? What other all-stars were >in this band? it was a murray attaway solo act supporting his album _in thrall_. i don't recall who else was playing in the band though... woj ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 14:02:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Capuchin Subject: Re: please, jeme, this is offensive. On Mon, 16 Oct 2000, Bayard wrote: > immasculate? under weigh? "what your intended to feel"? > you're slipping, pal, i expect better from you. in fact, i'm not at all > sure that IS you. Whoops! emasculate and you're. I'm SO sorry. Heat and passion and stuff. It makes messy men of all of us. However, I stand by "under weigh". from Under Weigh: The undertaking is already begun. A ship is said to be under weigh when it has drawn its anchors from their moorings, and started on its voyage. J. - -- _______________________________________________ Capuchin capuchin@bitmine.net Jeme A Brelin _______________________________________________ [cc] counter-copyright http://www.openlaw.org ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 16:03:13 -0500 From: "Brian Huddell" Subject: RE: 93' tour > No, it wasn't the the Sneakers. > That was > Chris Stamey (of the dB's) and Mitch Easter's band from the 70's. Oh yeah. You could also be the one who doesn't habitually confuse the 90s with the 70s. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 17:18:32 -0400 (EDT) From: Christopher Gross Subject: RIP Gus Hall, longtime chairman of the Communist Party of the USA. Promising this is my last political post of the day, Chris ______________________________________________________________________ Christopher Gross On the Internet, nobody knows I'm a dog. chrisg@gwu.edu ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 14:13:09 -0700 (PDT) From: Viv Lyon Subject: Re: So long, fegmaniax On Mon, 16 Oct 2000, Jason R. Thornton wrote: > >Guess what? Lennon's not God. > > Guess what? Nobody said He was. You seem to be the only person confusing > legitimate, honest appreciation with deification. No, I too am confusing honest appreciation with deification. It's hard not to when the bearers of said appreciation will brook no criticism of their god... I mean, favorite rock star. "Rock stars....is there anything they don't know?"- Homer S. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 17:13:57 -0400 From: The Great Quail Subject: Re: A moment of hate sponsored by an angry quail With the "I shall save you from yourself" attitude so beloved by liberals and haters of Rush everywhere, Capuchin polemicizes: >I think this is very close to what your intended to feel, Quail. This > there is the frat-boy rich kid coming up on his daddy's coat tails to >shove the bible down our throats and pretend like he knows what's going >on. These are the two images painted for us. >Go ahead and hate, Quail. Hate hate hate. Just don't think. Because >you'll feel really bad about your choice. Wow! You are right; I cannot think. My hatred of Kodos is obviously a creation of the Kang campaign and the media, and has nothing to do at all with the way I personally react to him. Thank you for pointing it out to me; I promise I will begin thinking for myself; the result of which will *naturally* make me vote for Nader, as all intelligent people are bound to do, that is, once they realize that to think any differently is to admit mental slavery to corporations. I also see that my very personal cellular loathing of Kodos has blinded me to the fact that their platforms are really the same; why, that tricky two-party system! No longer will I say, "Don't blame me, I voted for Kang!" From now on, to end the war on drugs, to work for increased tolerance, and to ensure our abortion rights stop eroding, I will throw my vote away every four years in an orgy of feel-good self-congratulation. Anything to not give my vote to the agents of the Slurm corporation! - --Q ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 16:12:38 -0500 From: "JH3" Subject: Re: please, jeme, this is offensive. Bayard writes: >immasculate? under weigh? "what your intended to feel"? Hey, man, lighten up! Lots of people become less articulate when they feel strongly about something! (By the way, you forgot "unnoticable" and "non-sequitor.") John "Loosing My Regilion" Hedges ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 17:43:06 -0400 (EDT) From: Christopher Gross Subject: Re: So long, fegmaniax On Mon, 16 Oct 2000, Viv Lyon wrote: > No, I too am confusing honest appreciation with deification. It's hard not > to when the bearers of said appreciation will brook no criticism of their > god... I mean, favorite rock star. Ah, but where do we draw the line between brooking no criticism of one's favorite rock star, and merely trying to rebut any criticism of one's favorite rock star? That's the question. Or one of them. Another question is, why do people keeping putting greasy used pizza boxes in the newspaper recycling bin? (Or am I getting off-topic again?) "Music is none of my business." --Marge S. - --Sneezeby ______________________________________________________________________ Christopher Gross On the Internet, nobody knows I'm a dog. chrisg@gwu.edu ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 14:43:46 -0700 From: Eb Subject: re: so long, Fegmaniax Jeez. Aren't "Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out"-style parting shots directed at someone who isn't even subscribed anymore a bit...silly? Meanwhile, I almost could've *sworn* I saw Vivien railing against cynicism. Oh my. Talk about incongruity. Quail: >I see him on TV and I want to press unmentionable parts of my body >against the screen LJ, please disable your QuickCam for the next few weeks. Eb, really really really really sorry he requested the quote about Gore and the Internet...could we go back to discussing Alan Thicke? PS If you see that Sneakers compilation CD on East Side Digital (unfortunately out of print, I think?), definitely grab it. I paid $2 for it awhile back at an Aron's parking-lot sale, and boy, was that money well spent. now close-but-no-cigaring: Mojave 3 ------------------------------ End of fegmaniax-digest V9 #289 *******************************