From: owner-precious-things-digest@smoe.org (precious-things-digest) To: precious-things-digest@smoe.org Subject: precious-things-digest V2 #282 Reply-To: precious-things@smoe.org Sender: owner-precious-things-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-precious-things-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk X-To-Unsubscribe: Send mail to "precious-things-digest-request@smoe.org" X-To-Unsubscribe: with "unsubscribe" as the body. precious-things-digest Wednesday, October 8 1997 Volume 02 : Number 282 Today's Subjects: ----------------- NT Server questions ["Lance Windom" ] Frosting induces really deep thoughts, well really demented thoughts [for] OkToriFest in Dallas (actually Garland, close enough) ["Raven's Call" Subject: NT Server questions I've got three questions: There's a user who has got two account on separate domains. Is there any way that she can access all of her resources? Can someone point out all the ways that a NT Workstation can join and unjoin a domain, and what are the consequences? Lance - ------------------------------------------------------------ Visit the Anonsalat Web Magazine at: http://www.geocities.com/Paris/LeftBank/4606 Hours of healthy wholesome fun guaranteed for all! ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 7 Oct 1997 16:10:37 -0500 From: forsythia_in_the_spam@juno.com (Dust A Bunny) Subject: Frosting induces really deep thoughts, well really demented thoughts Hello the ones who are the ears with feet, Well this is the first time I have posted. I am the posting virgin. Hm, how about that? I usually hide away from the conspirators, but today I have decided that since I am intoxicated with many frostings of a cake I shall reveal my identity. I am Superman. Clark Kent is I. Yep, never knew did you? Well anywho, I shall share with you lovely people a crappy piece I wrote about the Tori for English. Granted it really really sucks, since I did it in roughly 30 minutes, but damnit at least I tried. The information is probably wrong in some ares, but that is only because my mind is disorted from the accident (no there really isn't an accident). I kinda exagerrated for maximum effect. All right I really exagerrated. I had to pretend it was descriptive damnit. The teacher like elaboration. Just don't eat me for having wrong info and a crappy paper. All right. Well take care. Buh-bye you crazy rascals. LORD OF THE SPAM Descriptive Writing Piece #3 - Tori She floated graciously against the black on black as the angel. Her imaginary wings silhouetted against the fragile night of the grand silver stadium. Thousands and thousands of faint candles flickered in unison. The fragrance of sweet vanilla and mouthwatering fruits waxes invaded my nostrils. There was also the aroma of people, but fresh people who had all taken the time to indulge themselves in sweet-smelling baths, as if they were only trying to beckon her nose to recognize them. And I fooled myself that I could even smell her though she was yards away, straddled at the large ebony object, pounding away at its cream-colored keys. It was amazing, I could almost smell the foreign, but familiar grapefruit soap scent she claimed to bathe in. Only breathing, we lounged upon the moist spring grasses. Then what we were awaiting broke through. A piercing, tormented cry escape from her throat. A sound of an angel dying of heartbreak was emitted into the unusually silent night. Then it began. The soundless atmosphere around me was immediately shattered by the voices of people sobbing. Their desolate tears flowed onto the already moist grass as they outstretched their quivering arms to her. A thousand birds seemed to rise from their seats, sacrificing their loyalty to her. They pledged words of dedication, of forever love. I still distinctly remember her fiery, loose cork-screwed locks framing her gloriously ivory, heart-shaped face as she tilted her precious head towards my direction. Granted, unwanted dark brown roots peeked out from behind the red masses, but they added character. Besides, what else was a brunette to do when she had been meant to be born a red-head? How many elephants had died so that she could have this divine ivory skin? The sun did not even dare to rob her of her vitality. Ivory, completely. I wondered what happened when she cried. The tears probably just coolly slid down her cheeks, like a faery slips down a silky rainbow. And those eyes as they drifted over me. Never before in my life had I see such a radiant pair of almonds. Lush lashes framed those vibrant eyes, lightly coated with dark mascara. The eyes themselves were wondrous azure sparkles on her face, little dew drops left behind from the spring morning. Then two emerald stars had found their way into the center of those gorgeous eyes. They twinkled under graceful arches of deep brown (the natural color, still as lovely as the artificial red) eyebrows. Whenever she allowed her little mermaid's voice to escape into the clear, hushed night, I saw how her moody eyes began to luster with a certain kind of magic. Her nose ran smoothly down her face. Only a river in a fantasy land could have been formed as flawless. It had crinkled so mildly when she crooned agonizing lyrics of the soulless man who had abandoned her to an eternity of waiting by the phone. Her funny lip shape. The producer of those heavenly songs. Her cerise, uneven mouth. The top lip a bit smaller than her bottom lip. They often hid that crooked little smile. A smile that displayed the insidious mischief within her. She loved her lip gloss. Smeared messily in hues of pale pink to blood red. No taller than five foot two with vocals stronger than a mad banshee. Yet they were the melodic tones of a whispering bird. An amazing range that could bring any man to his knees begging for more. Harmonious sounds of the petite red-head while she fervently clanged and banged away on a polished jet black Borsendorfer. There she was before me. Hunched over the black giant upon the crude octagon-shaped wooden stage. She uttered a few inaudible words, as she shot to her feet and laughed into the diamond-sprinkled sky. I laughed too. Falsities. Maybe I would see her one day. Soon. (Note: Meaning I have never been to her concert and the business is merely what I imagined to happen in my little demented mind. It's the frosting seeping into my brain and dying it pink, like my hands when I decided to make a castle of the frosting. bad idea, big mess. ah screw it. Have a nice day) If you wish to fry my spam buttocks please send to insults also go there ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 07 Oct 1997 15:31:37 -0700 From: "Raven's Call" Subject: OkToriFest in Dallas (actually Garland, close enough) To those who are interested: We would like to have an OkToriFest in Dallas (for those in OK and TX who can't drive to far distances..) We would like to have it either October 24-26 or October 31-November 2. Preferably Oct31. People could drive down Friday and if they got there about 8, we could be "Ears With Feet" and maybe "trick or treat" IF you wanted. We could spend Saturday doing Tori things and people would leave Sunday or Saturday if they needed to. I have some ideas and need more. What do you want to do? Which weekend? Are you interested? If you are, please e-mail me at RAVENS.CALL@MAILEXCITE.COM soon! I need to know who many to expect and need to give you details, directions, etc. If you want to talk to me, e-mail me and I'll give you my number also! We have a couple of people interested right now. Let me know! I know there are more Tori Ears With Feet in this area. I would like to keep it around 15 people, maybe a little more... I've been talking with Lanna (gemenai@hotmail.com) about this and if you already told her you were interested, e-mail me anyway so I can get a head count. Sorry to post all of this on here! - -Raven - --- - -Life is like a messy room. --Raven's Call - -Emotions are the one true language in which we as humans fail to understand. --Raven's Call - -Moses I know, I know you've seen the fire, but you've never seen the fire, until you've seen a Pele blow.. --Tori Amos, Muhammad My Friend, Boys for Pele ----- ----- / \*/ \ / /^\ \ - -Wind Beneath Thy Wings... from Ravens.call@mailexcite.com Free web-based email, Forever, From anywhere! http://www.mailexcite.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 7 Oct 1997 23:16:03 -0400 From: Janie and Douglas Subject: The coolest Tori site I've ever seen on the web!!! - ---------- Hey all...just wanted to tell you about a low traffic, interactive Tori = web site...it's great...who ever has already been to Ears With Feet can = back me up...you get to tell opinions and interpretations and what you = would cook if Tori came to your house for dinner...discuss your dreams = of Tori or just request your dream songs. It's at: http//:www.geocities.com/Broadway/9045/tori.html Lady Delirium ------------------------------ End of precious-things-digest V2 #282 *************************************