Newsgroups: alt.religion.kibology Path: news.cinenet.net!out2.nntp.cais.net!in1.nntp.cais.net!tcp.co.uk!wapping.ecs.soton.ac.uk!spruce.sucs.soton.ac.uk!server2.netnews.ja.net!server6.netnews.ja.net!nntp.news.xara.net!xara.net!news.maxwell.syr.edu!newsfeed.internetmci.com!199.0.154.56!ais.net!uunet!in4.uu.net!world!kibo From: kibo@world.std.com (James "Kibo" Parry) Subject: The alt.religion.kibology party-like thing is over! Sender: news@world.std.com (Mr Usenet Himself) Message-ID: Date: Fri, 26 Sep 1997 04:28:09 GMT X-Battlestar-Galactica-Date: 9002 centons, 73 microns, .08 zeos Nntp-Posting-Host: ppp0a009.std.com Organization: welcome datacomp X-Newsreader: UnixTV. All the power of a UNIX mainframe, in a TV! Lines: 71 Xref: news.cinenet.net alt.religion.kibology:41102 X-Cache: nntpcache 1.0.6 (see ftp://suburbia.net/pub/nntpcache) The alt.religion.kibology party-like event? Well, we had it, and it was fun, and everyone's gone home, except for one guy who's in my living room. Various noteworthy events: 1.) The place that's laying me off tomorrow, Laser Designs, had its imagesetting equipment removed this morning. So everyone got to see a bare room with massive quantities of toxic chemicals encrusted in the carpet. 2.) 16 people showed up. We got kicked out. So we moved to the sidewalk and pasted my big white Bitstream Swiss 721 Black Oblique "o" over one of the vowels in the "Laser Designs" sign. 3.) While we were chatting on the sidewalk, FAMOUS SCI-FI AUTHOR JOE HALDEMAN walked straight through the a.r.k gathering without realizing it! Had he known who we were, he would have ALMOST CERTAINLY NOT DONE THIS! 4.) We walked over to the Harvard Quad and unfurled a giant polyethylene "H" (edged with duct tape) on the green. We took photos of Harvard students acting befuddled and wondering why anyone would put up a big "H" at Harvard. (I think some of them thought it was a big "I".) A reporter for one of the Harvard student papers tried to interview us, and we terrified her. She backed away fast. (I gave her the "o" from #2, but we took the "H" with us.) 5.) Then we walked to dinner at Changsho, a perpetually-underpopulated Chinese restaurant towards Porter Square (America's first shopping center!) On the way there, four of us fell behind when someone spotted an interesting Like-Ghidrah-But-Not-Ghidrah model in a store window. The other twelve guys DITCHED US! We found them in Changsho. 6.) Mike Jittlov gave me some homemade beef jerky. Gardner Trask gave me some little plastic robot alien guys, whose arms I proceeded to pull off. He also gave me a box of fingers, but had to take them back as they were for someone else. I received other wonderful gifts, including the giant "H" and the naked core of a Rubik's Cube. I dread having to give these back when people realize that *s*o*m*e*o*n*e* (whose initials are M.J.) lied to them about it being my birthday. 7.) I gave out an equal quantity of crap, including the last piece of film produced at Laser Designs (autographed!) and the contents of the Lost & Found drawer. I gave Matt McIrvin a record whose sleeve had William Shatner belly-laughing in cartoon form. Other people got similarly awesome stuff. 8.) I dropped my camera on the way into the subway station, and the flash fired. But it seems unharmed. When I get the PhotoCD back, we'll see if Karlo Takki's head jumped onto Sam Wilkinson's body or anything. 9.) It seems a.r.k readers are wild about that Brigham Circle show. They couldn't stop talking about it. Thanks to all who came! And curse all who stayed away! (Excepy for Bev. We are sending a collective greeting to Bev. Here it is --> w e m i s s e d y o u , B e v ! <-- that was it. Now I gotta go sleep in preparation for the grueling LAST day of the job. (I've cleaned out all my stuff from the hard drive and the office, and all the equipment I operate has been carted away, and I've annoyed the staff by having sixteen people in the little office, so there's not much left to do tomorrow except POST TO ALT.RELIGION.KIBOLOGY!) -- K. P.S. I am not making the part about Joe Haldeman up. If you bump into him in Harvard Square, tell him I loved the scene in "Robot Jox" where the evil Russkie says, "I weel crush you... like bugggg!!!"