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Message no. 1
From: Can I play with madness <MKNABUSCH@******.BITNET>
Subject: Humor
Date: Tue, 12 Apr 1994 23:21:55 -0400
In a recent Detroit Free Press (a local newspaper) it was stated
that Barney had now crossed the puddle and gone to the UK. In
exchange for giving them Barney, the Brits have agreed to give us
20 tons of haggis.
(summary)

Astral Humor
Never ever teach your child how to astrally project. The consequences
of such could be disasterous and only appear upon the first outing.
"Are we there yet?"
"We're close."
"I got to go potty."
"There are no pitstops in Astral Space."
"But daaaaaad!"

*grin*

Michael and Phelan
(I'm Michael...the humor impaired one.
He's Phelan...don't ask.)
Message no. 2
From: Micah Levy <M.Levy@**.UCL.AC.UK>
Subject: Re: Humor
Date: Wed, 13 Apr 1994 20:36:53 +0100
> In a recent Detroit Free Press (a local newspaper) it was stated
> that Barney had now crossed the puddle and gone to the UK. In
> exchange for giving them Barney, the Brits have agreed to give us
> 20 tons of haggis.

But you can throw the haggis away....Not fair!


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Message no. 3
From: David Buehrer <dbuehrer@****.ORG>
Subject: Humor
Date: Mon, 27 Jan 1997 18:13:41 -0700
A friend of mine sent me something... and after a little editing :)
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Dear Editor-

I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there are no Horrors.
Papa says, "If you see it on Alt.Horrors, it's so." Please tell me the
truth, are there Horrors who will come to earth from some distant
dimension to clear the Earth of all living things?

-----Virgina Marsh

Virgina, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the
fever of enlightenment given to them by a so-called "enlightened" age.
They do not believe in anything unless it carries the weight of
scientific authority. They think that nothing can be which is not
comprehensible by their little minds. Reality is that which can be
cataloged and measured, to be spooned out in rational doses to the
common people. All minds, Virgina, whether they be adult's or
children's, are little. In this vast chaos we laughingly call the
universe, man is a mere insect, a bug, whose intellect has as much
chance of grasping the whole truth, as an ant has of understanding
non-Euclidian geometry.

Yes, Virgina, there are Horrors. They exists as certainly as the cold
unfeelingness of the cosmos exist, and you know that this
meaninglessness abounds and gives to your life its highest absurdity.
Alas! how comfortable would be the world if there were no Horrors! It
would be as comforting as if a Santa Claus truly did care and reward
children for doing good. There would be childlike faith then, a world
of sweet believable poetry and romance to make existence idyllic and
appealing. The external light with which childhood fills the world
would never end.

Not believe in Horrors?! You might as well not believe in immortal
elves. You might get your papa's science books and Skeptical Inquirers
to see if the Horrors are mentioned in any historical contexts, but
even if you did not find either mentioned in your 'holy' books, what
would that prove? Nobody sees or knows of Horrors, but that is no sign
that there are no Horrors. The most real things in the world are those
that we can not know through the senses. Can the headache of your
friend be felt by you? No, but his pain affects your life regardless.
Do you feel the angst of living a life you never wanted through any of
your five senses? No, yet the despair remains. Yet if such realities
are known but are never seen, then why should other's ignorance of the
unseen lead us to share in their blindness. By what right have they
earned your obedience? Nobody can conceive of the inconceivable,
including your leaders of thought.

You tear apart the rattle of a baby to see what lies inside to make
such noise, but the tiny balls there can not explain or illustrate the
fear of a hostile world, that makes that baby clutch and shake that
rattle so. Only reaching for insanity can one push aside the curtain
of our hopes and view with stark madness the emptiness that lies
beyond. Is that reality? Is that the truth? To give an answer is to
replace the curtain with but one more. And it is this, that makes the
Horrors as true and as real as any veil we place on the chaos beyond.
If one must create a meaning, why not the Horrors. At least the choice
is free.

The Horrors live and live forever. Two thousand years from now,
Virgina, nay 10 times 2,000 years from now, they will continue to await
the time when the stars are right again. For with those which eternal
lie, with strange eons even death may die.

-----H. (Guest Editor for the Seattle Screamer)

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-David
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/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\ dbuehrer@****.org /^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\
"His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking
alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free."
~~~http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/1068/homepage.htm~~~~
Message no. 4
From: Java <java@**********.COM>
Subject: humor
Date: Sun, 20 Dec 1998 01:29:14 -0500
Tonight one of my players won the much coveted "Make the GM pass
Guinness though his nose award"

my campaign is set in the big easy, the player in question is playing
a rigger named swamp rat. Not the brightest bulb in the box, but he
knows how to handle boats. anyway, The group was looking at the
wreckage of a destroyed LAV, trying to figure out what happened to
it. A very tense moment, as it belonged to a friend. Swamp rat rolls
5 ones on his build/repair skill and answers..."where's the
propeller?" At this point every one lost it and the GM passed
Guinness completely through his nose.

I just had to share.
--
OK, so what's the speed of dark?

Java@**********.com

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