On Thursday, May 29, 2003, at 02:55 PM, Chris Olson - SunPS wrote: > All right, since no one else has continued this, and > I'm always looking for a good excuse to ignore my work.... > >> "It was a dark and stormy night in the city of Aalron. I was hungry >> and >> decided to get some chow at Laanro's Bar and Grill. It was then I met >> a >> man. He was sitting at the end of the bar, nursing his beer. He >> clearly had a lot on his mind. He hadn't been there long; rain still >> dripped off of his long leather coat. I was a couple of seats down; >> eating my chili con carne. His beer, a Nalora Porter, appeared to >> have >> recovered from his brief mouth-to-mouth resucitatation effort, >> although I suspect that relationship was doomed to be a short one. >> I stared at my chili con carne, toying with it with my spoon when he >> spoke . . . > > "Hey, buddy. You know the biggest problem facing our world today? > Flea > collars. Damn things smell worse than an elderly male yak. And they > chafe across the neck, too. I've got a whole dozen back at the house. > Tried various brands too, and they all just as bad." Then to my surprise he began to itch. No just his arms, or a face like a normal human, but his under arms, between his fingers and he was reaching down to itch somewhere I didn't want to think about when SHE walked in, straight of heaven or one of those wet dreams mechanics have...." --- "Everybody generalizes from one example. At least, I do."--Steven Brust