The Electronic Sewer
It's time to repatriate. Let's bring closure to slavery by returning ALL descendants of former slaves to their native lands. I think that we can all feel good about this. And the new African Football League will kick some major butt, won't it..? I wonder if the games will be televised in the states...
Ollie ByKraky.. fucking psycho that he was back in the day, now dead as a stick.
The list is getting pretty long... Jimmy, Piotr (does he count?), Kathy, Bubba Dick, The Ninja... dead, dead, dead... time goes by...
RIP Ollie... howl at moon, die.
This network and conference is designed as an experiment in erasing all the lines that appear in the other networks as to what you can and can't say.
Its purpose is to allow flights of fantasy and violent profane and pornographic humour to be developed by the users. It's purpose is to find out what happens in a group electronic environment when rules of conduct are eliminated. It seeks to attract expressive users with vivid imaginations who are tired of what they think is mundane in networking.
Which to a real extent is BANAL BULLSHITTING....
Its secondary purpose is to provide an electronic meeting place for some of the sickest motherfuckers who have ever used a keyboard.
To my surprise I find myself the administrator of the BB list. Mal gave me some other e-mail addresses of lurkers to subscribe. Hopefully things are set up and running correctly. I don't want to fuck with it.
FYDITM!!!
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The nigger jedi concept was right up there with one of the lesser incarnations of Star Drek putting a nigger/Klingon on the bridge. Lucas seemed to have cherry-picked This Character from Babylon 5, That Character from The Matrix, et cetera. The acting was wooden. Anakin's transformation to Darth Vader was not believable.
Chancellor: "Go hack up some little kids."
Anakin: "OK."
Little kids knew the Chancellor was The Evil Emperor in the first episode... and what was he so fucking pissed off about, anyway? The whole Sith thing was left as unleavened as that "midoclorian" bullshit from Episode I.
Christopher Lee was wasted in the movie. He blew everyone else away. Hey, kids, look, a PROFESSIONAL ACTOR, impressive, eh..?
It wasn't as bad as that endless sand-pit creature execution scene at the start of Episode III where you could hear the lines of cocaine being chopped and snorted in the editing room, but it wasn't far enough from it.
And what's his name, Obi-Wan-Lite, just STANDS there while Anakin crisps on the unlikely volcanic world? Darth Maul was a better villain. With the appropriate amount of dialogue: "Grr."
I was fortunately on a popcorn run (a cubic yard of popcorn and a gallon of soda pop per kid) and missed the Wookie scene, but why stick Chewbacca in this movie? Chewie and Yoda were old Cub Scouting buddies or something? And having Yoda bounce around like a fucking Superball was ridiculous. The whole movie was full of holes. I think that George Lucas was surrounded for way, way too long by sycophants. He should have known enough to have HIRED someone to write and direct the movie. At least the key plot development scenes.
I've got an "unimproved" widescreen VHS copy of the first movie from 1977. No stupid CGI tweaks. Flawed but believable models instead of computer animated stuff. I'll be happy watching that.
The key scene where Lucas dropped the ball was when Anakin races off to slaughter Sand People who've been pumping his mother full of Sand Person DNA. He should have been seen abusing The Force(tm) to wipe them out completely. He also should have used The Force(tm) to get laid with Princess Plank, untieing her slutty little top or something, exposing her large ripe melon..er, but I digress. It would have been nice if Obi-Wan Jr. wasn't such a watery wimp. And the interplay between Jedis was just plain BORING. They sit around in their tower doing... nothing? Just sitting there? At the very least they could have been using The Force(tm) to move a ball back and forth or something like that, rotate a heavy piece of artwork. Something. Was there a Jedi cafeteria? Why not show them hanging out and eating? Something?! On and on.
1. Replace Lucas as writer and director
2. Reduce FX
3. Story first, movie tie-ins MUCH later, if at all. Star Wars toothbrushes!?
Bubba Dick died February 12, 2004 of a brain tumor. I thought he'd mentioned something about a hospice before he dropped off the radar. Too bad. I liked him, he was a blast back in the day.
Cocksucker, motherfucker
Eat a bag of shit
Douchebag, douchebag
Such your mother's tit
We are the coolest
Other assholes suck
Bytebrothers, Bytebrothers
Fuck, Fuck Fuck!
This network and conference is designed as an experiment in erasing all the lines that appear in the other networks as to what you can and can't say.
Its purpose is to allow flights of fantasy and violent profane and pornographic humour to be developed by the users. It's purpose is to find out what happens in a group electronic environment when rules of conduct are eliminated. It seeks to attract epressive users with vivid imaginations who are tired of what they think is mundane in networking. Which to a real extent is BANAL BULLSHITTING....
Its secondary purpose is to provide an electronic meeting place for some of the sickest motherfuckers who have ever used a keyboard.
Bobbles posted that Jeff Russell died in a house fire. Fuck. He was an asshole, but he was one of us. It's a shame to see a weirdo die when there are so many suits around who are interchangably boring...
This is from page 122 of "The Best of High Times Volume II" which I am guessing I bought back in the mid-80s.
Most of the trouble in this world has been caused by folks who can't mind their own business, because they have no business of their own to mind, any more than a small pox virus has. Now your virus is an obligate cellular parasite, and my contention is that evil is quite literally a virus parasite occupying a certain brain area which we may term the RIGHT center. The mark of a basic shit is that he has to be right. And right here we must make a distinction between a hard-core, virus-occupied shit and a plain, ordinary, mean, no-good son of a bitch. Some of them don't cause any trouble at all, just want to be left alone and are nly dangerous when molested, like the brown recluse. Others cause minor trouble, like barroom fights and bank robberies. To put it country simple, Anglinger was an obligate shit; Dillinger was just a song of a bitch. This right virus has been around for a long time, and perhaps it s most devoted ally has been the Christian church, from the Inquisition to the conquistadors, from the American indian Wars to Hiroshima, they are RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT. If the Christian church as given the virus a nice long home, it has also sustained a number of evictions in the past 40 years.
When I was in high school in the twenties, anybody expressing doubts about our treatment of the Indians, capital punishment, the natural inferiority of blacks, the abomination of being a flit or a dope fiend, would have been shunned by his schoolmates as a dangerous radical or practitioner of the hideous vices he defended. Yes, quite a change, and quite a few points gained for the M.O.B.ists: virtual abolition of censorship, decriminalization of pot, gay rights and segregation issues at least out in the open and a lot better than they were 40 years ago, and a growing recognition, even in official quarters, that victimless crimes should be removed from the books or subject to minimal penalties.
This trend towards sanity has brought the last-ditch dedicated shits out into the open, screaming with rage. Victimless crime, the assumption that what a citizen does in the privacy of his own dwelling is nonetheless someone else's business and therefore subject to denunciation and punishment, is the very life line of the right virus. Cutting off this air line would have the same action as interferon, which blocks the oxygen from certain virus strains.
M.O.B. opponents cling to the victimless-crime concept, equating drug taking or private sexual behavior with robbery and murder. If the right to mind one's own business is recognized, the whole shit position is untenable, and hell hath no more vociferous fury than an endangered parasite.
One is tempted to seek a total solution to the shit problem: Mass Assassination Day. M.A.D.. Slaughter the shits of the world like cows with the aphthosa. Then we'll all feel a lot better. "It was like being cured of clap after 20 dripping years," a survivor reported... Perhaps we could accomplish the salubrious work with a virus designed to attack the already occupied RIGHT centers in the brain, inflaming and irritating these centers so that the target, muttering and finally screaming imprecations, dies in convulsions of rightness. It was known as the Righteous Fever: old men needs it special.
But probably the most effective tactic is to alter the conditions on which the virus subsists. That is the way various manifestations of the RIGHT virus have disappeared in the past, as in the Inquisition. Conditions change, and that virus guises is ignored and forgotten. We have seen this happen many times in the past 40 years.
At the present time here in Colorado, approximate M.O.B. conditions prevail. No sex crimes on the book; you can fuck a cow right in front of the sheriff, and all he can say is "MOOOOOOO..." But you can hardly expect to bring down the barn with an act like that. With the RIGHT virus offset, perhaps we can get this whole show out of the barnyard and into space.
--William S. Burroughs
Shame on him! And he looks stupid in that purple El Dorado II Pimpmobile.
Then landed on the beach at Santa Monica and made their way to Hollywood, where they shot up some starlets and sliced the nuts off of a Jewish movie executive before being overcome by angry mobs... the popular outcry for war was overwhelming.
Or maybe it was zillionaire capitalists who fed us a MOUNTAIN OF BULLSHIT regarding "communism" which was a threat ONLY to zillionaires!
On Feb 5, 2005, at 5:39 AM, Pab Sungenis wrote:
Before we landed our guys on their soil, what did they do to us?
Quoting the immortal words of William J. LePetomane....
Korea? Never did anything to us? Not a history major, were you?
I remember a quote from Brian Eno on the creative process and/or life in general: "Define an area as safe and use it as an anchor" and that would be BB for me. I fucking love ByteBrothers. When I went on a camping trip to Mexico for a couple of weeks back when I took along a piece of shit Mac laptop and several dozen QWK packets (remember QWK packets?) so I could read BB while I crushed stinging insects that made their way through the screens of my VW Campmobile.
Back in the BBS days, pre-Internet, BB was a high-quality electronic sewer. Things have changed, but BB remains a great place to hang out and read the latest bullshit. And POST the latest bullshit, anything that comes to mind. It's a great release, it really acts as an anchor for me. Posting in BB is among my favorite things, activities that define life for me. Getting up in the morning (and every morning you're alive is a good morning) and making some coffee and reading the latest BB posts...
Thank you, Jimmy.
Weren't you and Ted getting married a few years back? What happened with that?
Say, I've always wondered -- you'd said you were a marine biology major once upon a time, and a professor you were particularly impressed with encouraged you to use your writing skills in journalism over marine biology. Did it occur to you that he WANTED TO GET RID OF YOU by making that suggestion? That certainly occurred to me.
When we had met, you referred to your thin, attractive sister as "The Mutant," which I found interesting. Your parents were very attractive when they were young. Obviously YOU are the one in your family that apparently pulled genes out of your ass resulting in... well, you.
The GREATEST thing, though, is that YOU JUST CAN'T TURN IT OFF. You have opinions, but you don't have the common sense to know when to shut the fuck up, you know? And when your trade show boss made you a corporate officer, you were too much of a know-it-all to realize the implications of being a corporate officer!
Single greatest moment ever: I had traveled with you and my mother to your parent's home in South Carolina for your parent's anniversary party and our reception. You turned into a major, MAJOR bridezilla. Your father has very kindly offered to drive my mother and myself to some enormous mansion built by a railroad magnate back in the day, you are regally pissed off over something or other and, with both your parents and me and my mother standing in the driveway, move your vehicle out of the driveway in reverse gear, smoking the tires. Extraordinarily embarrassing!
Your personality ultimately reminded me of a circuit board: two-dimensional. The depth and resonance most adults exhibit is lacking in you. You've spent the time since I scraped you off my boot being venomous and bitter, and you seized on the information that my wife of ten plus years hit the fucking haybales on the sides of the racetrack due to mental illness last year, seized on it like an angry, ugly dog would seize a scrap of meat.
Now. What were we talking about? Was it what a stupid cunt Ann Coulter is? And where does she get off being thin and fuckable? Do say nothing of being a fascist cunt.
BBS: BUNS BBS - One Node...Hot Load
Date: 07-25-92 (16:17) Number: 14239
From: MICHAEL WAGNER Refer#: 14229
To: PETER CACCHIOLI Recvd: NO
Subj: AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Conf: (0) MainBoard
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PC> BC-> We're forming these teams not a minute too soon, folks..!
PC> BC-> Get your football jerseys out. This doesn't look like a
PC> BC-> touch game to me. Pads are optional.
PC> Mini or Maxi ??? Regular or extra absorbent?
Steel plated. We're about done with the preseason and
the opener is scheduled for sometime next week. Sudden
death overtime is the 11th of August if we don't have
a decision by then.
Stay tuned, make plenty of popcorn and keep your head down.
Now if you'll excuse me, I've got sandbags to fill.
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˛ SLMR 2.1a #138 ˛ Not All Men Are Fools..Some Are Bachelors
BBS: Bytebrothers Den of Iniquity
Date: 02-11-92 (16:11) Number: 114018
From: JIMMY PEARSON Refer#: 113836
To: BRAD BERSON Recvd: NO
Subj: CROSSPOSTING IN ILINK Conf: (2) ByteBro
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BB >I just had an idea that's COOL AS FUCK (R). You could wire up a camera setup that triggers the shutter just as the continuity in the AC line breaks. This would capture perfectly on film the look of horror, surprise and revulsion on the victim's face along with small bits of projectile rat. Use Kodak EKTAR 1000 for the best results.
When Mike Byers ( who founded the Bytebrothers with me ) was in Nam they used to ring their permiter with shape charge mines so when the VC would come in at night they would blow themselves up. They also had a manual trigger so they could detonate the mines if they heard noise, and the mines had shapes that pointed back away from the permiter. The VC were very good, they started spinning the mines around without tripping them then making noise and when they manually fired the shape charges they pointed back into camp.. Mike rewired the trip lines on the mines so they would set when spun, but then instead of attaching the trips to the mines he attached them to a flare array and sat up all night waiting.. The VC came early in the morning, a group of about a dozen, they spun the first mines and the flares fired leaving them standing in light as bright as daylight directly on top of the shape charges, still pointed in the right direction..
Mike hit the manual switch while they were literally standing on about a dozen shape charges and watched the VC vaporise before the light from the flares even extinguished..
He claimed later when we were drinking he sometimes masturbated to the image..
