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Except -ing those they may have written themselves, the enclosed items do not in any way represent the Editors' fnord opinions. In fact, let's be real safe, and say that as far as this newsletter is concerned, they have no opinions at all. OK? ================================================================================ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ************************************* STAFF ************************************ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Editor - Patrick Salsbury Submissions to: DangerM00se Back issue requests: WarM00se M00se List updates and changes: Darkling M00se (This space to let): Contact -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- **************************** EDITORIALS AND LETTERS **************************** -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello, all! Here I sit, diligently typing away, as my grades slip slowly and surely down the toilet. 8-) Not much new here. The flag-burning issue is slowing to a simmer, but there is a bright light on the horizon as we begin to research the purchasing of rubber stamps to start stamping U.S. currency. ;^) If anyone is interested, please send me e-mail. My "contact" says a stamp may cost between $10-$30, but I think we may be able to get a discount if we order several/a lot. If you are interested, or if you have no idea what I'm talking about, but want to learn, then send to MHANDELS@DREW.BITNET and he'll be glad to give you more info. (Even though he has NO idea I'm writing this, and will find out at the same time you do! ;^) ) -Pat Salsbury -DangerM00se V291NHTP@UBVMS.BITNET - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still no word on M.I. T-shirts, (C'mon, Bill!), but if you buy the ILLUMINATI EXPANSION SET #2 but Steve Jackson Games, you get a pin with the eye-in-the-pyramid symbol and the words "I've been Illuminated." Also, they have a catalog so you can order other neat stuff. They have illuminati symbol enamel pins and car-wars kill stickers, etc. etc. etc.... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - WAAAAAAAAYYYYY back in issue #1, Bill Dickson was talking about how the FBI fnord has probably got a file for each and every one of us because we're receiveing this subversive, underground newsletter. He said that he was going to write to them in 5 years and ask for his file. He understands that they have to give it to you, but that they can black out (with magic marker) anything that they don't want you to know (about yourself!). :) Well, I've been thinking about it, and since I KNOW that I have an FBI fnord file, ever since this summer (Don't ask. ;^) ), I thought I would start SENDING them things to put in my file. Things that I want kept for posterity. :) I think I may start sending them issues of Droppings, but I'll have to edit out things like the flag-burning fnord, the currency stamping fnord, and, for that matter, THIS! :) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - In the spirit of Jack "The Joker" Nicholson, and the weirdness of the M.I. (BTW, I've semi-adopted '-Weirdness' as another signature of mine, just so you know), I mailed out a letter/bill to an insurance company today (from when I cut my finger - another story) and, in addition to the standard ball-point-pen address and return address, I added the word 'Urgent.' written with my left hand in green crayon on the front of the envolope. This is just one small example of the power of crayon, and I think that EVERYONE should start carrying at LEAST one crayon, and preferably the standard pack of 8 Crayolas (Which is what I have). A note of warning/usefullness. Purple crayon, by its very nature, has such a high believability-rate, that anything written in it is absolutely and unarguably true. (So if you were to take a test, do miserably on it, but write 'This is an "A"' at the top in purple crayon, then it will be an A. :) (Even better is to write the word "KEY" at the top, then everyone else's test will have to be graded according to YOUR answers! ;^) ) Don't try to cancel purple crayon with other purple crayon. I'm not sure what would happen, but I bet it's nasty. -Pat - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - By the way...Notice anything different about the disclaimer on this or the last issue? No? I thought not. (Heh Heh Heh!) Don't bother to check it out. I'm sure it won't help.....Really! Don't bother to look! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Regarding the LLL: I love lobsters.....however, I love me broiled! HAHAHAHA! Do not be swayed by the sweet tongued, deceptive crustaceans! They are evil! Whores of the deep! Deal with them in the manners the deserve! Steamed, broiled, fried, even raw! Broil the lobsters, fry the clams, steam the scallops, and baste the mussels!!!!!! Join the Society For the Consumption of Crustaceans!!!!!! Your lobster-munching guru, Lord Trelf -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ******************************* EVENTS AND NEWS ******************************** -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I worked this out a while ago. It's a handy little macro for those m00ses out there that use EMACS to to their editing. I use it contantly. It automatially inserts 00 when you type "oo" or "OO" -- indispensable!. --Michael (mighty M00SE) Hirsch (defun moose(arg) "start of a whole M00SE-mode" (if (or (< (current-column) 1) (not (save-excursion (forward-char -1) (looking-at arg)))) (insert arg) (delete-char -1) (insert "00"))) (defun moose-O() (interactive) (moose "O")) (defun moose-o() (interactive) (moose "o")) (local-set-key "o" 'moose-o) (local-set-key "O" 'moose-O) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ***************************** FICTION AND POETRY ******************************* -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From Eric Bjarnason Star Dreck by Hemingway I was the captain. I was heading for the bridge. The captain belonged on the bridge. He was the captain. I walked onto the bridge. Uhura was the communications officer. She was sitting at the communications console. Dammit, Uhura was ugly. Probably everyone on the bridge thought so. Chekov thought so. If only those damn script writers would put it in the damn script. Then maybe one of us could say it. Damn. I turned to Uhura. "Put Kahn on the screen", I said. "Kahn?" "Yes, Kahn." "On the screen?" "Yes, the screen." "You want me to put Kahn on the screen?" Dammit, Uhura was stupid too. Just then Kahn came on the screen. I said, "God dammit Kahn, what do you want?" "I want all the information on the Genesis Project." "The information?" "Yes." "On the Genesis Project?" "Yes." "All of it?" "Yes." It seemed as though Kahn wanted all the information on the Genesis Project. Dammit, Kahn was ugly. But I knew this Kahn. He was out to destroy me. I couldn't give him the information. I had to destroy him. If I gave him the information then he would destroy me and I knew I had to destroy him. I told Chekov to load the torpedo tubes. The torpedo tubes held the photon torpedos. The photon torpedos would destroy Kahn. Chekov loaded the torpedo tubes. Kahn was on the screen again. "I want all the information on the Genesis Project." I told Chekov to fire the photon torpedos. "Here it comes," I said. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Armadillo -- Chapter Three The Armadillo stalked down the hallway and descened the stairs, en route to the local department of the NYPD, the dame in tow. Reaching the street, he brushed loose cement and gravel from the hood of his car, a mint-condition Model-T Ford with a modified engine that let him do a break-neck speed of 35 m.p.h. He motioned the dame into the passenger seat, and once inside said, "So, what's your name, Shweetheart?" "Bunny," she breathed. "Bunny Wabbyt" "Your folks had a helluva sense of humor," The Armadillo said. "Do you really think they were funny?" Bunny asked. "No, I just said they had a helluva sense of humor. Elephants have a helluva strong odor, but that don't mean they smell good. Now, we're heading down to Precinct 96 to check in with a drinking buddy of mine who shood be able to get you some protection and give me some leads." As they drove away, they passed a very undercover looking car with a very government agent looking person inside. The very government agent looking person picked up her car phone and said, "Agent Hindenburgs to Scout Leader Q. Agent Hindenburgs to Scout Leader Q. Chrome Dome has been sited. Repeat - Chrome Dome has been sited. Proceeding" Arriving at the Precinct, The Armadillo braced himself for what was always an annoying string of occurences. His friend Lt. Malone [named after his father's favorite character in 'The Untouchables'] was always willing to help him, but some of the other boys in the precinct wouldn't let him forget that he wasn't exactly human. This time, he was determined to put an end to the jibes as well get the info he needed. He actually made it halfway through the precinct before the jokes started. "Phew. Smells like a wild animal just walked in." "Hey, that reminds me. I have to wax my car this weekend." "Ya' know, he kinda' looks like an armadillo I once ran over down in Texas about 10 years ago." That did it. The Armadillo walked up to the person who made the last remark while Bunny looked on, sensing something bad was about to go down. The Armadillo stopped inches before the man who uttered that last, fateful joke. "Think that's funny, bud?" he asked. The smart-assed cop grinned. "Sure do." "What's your name boy?" The Armadillo asked. "Lt. Roland T. Gunner." "Ya' know, Rolly, my mother was run over about ten years ago in Texas," The Armadillo said. Everyone in the room winced. Everyone, that is, except Gunner. "Ya' gonna report me, MetalHead?" "No," said The Armadillo, ice in his breath. "So am I supposed to care?" quipped Gunner. With amazing speed [for an Armadillo anyway], The Armadillo grabbed Gunner by the back of the head and slammed it into his chest. Gunner's head impacted with The Armadillo's chest armor. Gunner, not surprisingly, hit the floor, dreaming of large women, onion dip, and coils of copper wire. [He was a weird guy.] The Armadillo looked about the room with hard, staring eyes. "How do you think he feels now," he asked. "Better? Or Worse?" Without another word, he walked the rest of the way to Malone's office. Bunny stared at him in awe every step of the way. It took Malone thirty minutes to find the info that The Armadillo wanted. Finally he looked up from his terminal and said, "According to the records, Alfonse Capone was buried in a small cemetary in Chicago when he died. But there was an entry in Chicago Police Department's Records and the F.B.I. that the grave was dug up and the body stolen two weeks ago. The F.B.I. figures it was just some looney who stole it. They haven't been able to recover it." "Then he IS alive!" Bunny screeched. " I told you!" "Apparently you were right, Doll," The Armadillo said. "What the hell are you two talking about?" asked Malone. The Armadillo took a swig of bourbon, grimaced, and said, "Apparently Al Capone is alive and trying to take over the Mafia in New York City, Jimmy." "That's ridiculous," exclaimed Malone. "That couldn't happen! It's impossible." "And I suppose a walking armadillo isn't?" said The Armadillo sarcastically. "Yeah, you're right. God I need a drink" "Well then," said The Armadillo, "let's go." Just then the phone rang. Malone picked it up, looked confused, and handed it to The Armadillo. "It's for you." He took it. "Yeah, The Armadillo speakin'." "Dillo, you're a dead man," said an metallic Chicago-Italian voice. "Let me guess...you must be RoboCapone," The Armadillo said, sarcastically again. [He seems to be growing a taste for sarcasm.] Just then a bull-horn sounded. "COME OUT PEACEFULLY! THIS IS THE MEGA-INTELLIGENCE BUREAU! WE HAVE THE PRECINCT SURROUNED!" "Ah shit," said The Armadillo. "I knew it was gonna' be one of those days." BUNNY WABBYT? HAS THE AUTHOR LOST HIS MIND????????? WILL CAPONE KILL THE ARMADILLO? WILL THE M.I.B. KILL THE ARMADILLO? WILL TOO MUCH BORBOUN KILL THE ARMADILLO? WILL THE ARMADILLO HAVE SEX WITH BUNNY? WILL SEX WITH BUNNY KILL THE ARMADILLO? SHOULD I EVER LISTEN TO WARREN ZEVON AGAIN WHILE WRITING A STORY? The answers to these and other questions are still sitting in THAT DAMNED ENVELOPE AT 'RICK'S PLACE', but since it doesn't seem you are gonna' go there, tune in next time... Same Armadillo time......Same Armadillo channel..... Superguy Digest, a division of the Turner Broadcasting Network - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - From Joanne Rosenshein On the twelfth day of dieting, M00se love gave to me: Twelve hot fidge sundaes, Eleven Hostess Twinkies, Ten cherry cheese cakes, Nine lady fingers, Eight date nut muffins, Seven oatmeal cookies, Six bags of Fritos, *FIVE* coffee rings, Four sticky buns, Three Clark bars, Two marbled cakes, And a pizza with pepperoni. to. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - (And something I just got this morning.... -Pat) |---------------------------------------------------------------------------| | #=============# /\ ******************* | | # E U R O P E # North-Pole ~~~~~ ***** ************ | | #=============# ~~~~~~ ******* ********* | | ******** ********** | | North- **N***** ******F***** | | ** Sea *******S* *********** | | *** **** **** *********** | | ~~~~ *** ~~~~~ *** *********** | | ~~~~~~~ ** *** ~~~ ** ******** | | ~~ ~~~~~~~ *IR *GB* ***** ************ | | ~~ ~~~ ** ****** ** ***************************** | | ~~~~ ******* **H**********GDR******************** | | |\ *************************P************ | | | \ **************GER******************USSR*** | | ~~~ | \ ******F******************************** | | |___\ ~~~~ *************/^^\**/\***************** | | ___/oo___ ************/C/^^-^^\***A******H******* | | ~~\______/~~~ ***********/^-^/^^^*\^^\/\************** | | ~~~~ ************************************** | | <== A M E R I C A =<<< ********* ******** *************** | | ****** ***** **Y********** | | *************** ** **** ************ | | ~~~~~~ *************** *** *I** *********** | | ~~~~~ ~~ *******S****** ** ***** *********** | | ~~~~~~ *P************* ~~ **** ********** | | ~~ ************** ~~~ ****** ********** | | ********** ~~~~ ***** ** ******* | | N ~~~~ | | | ****** Mediterranian ~~~~ | | W--+--E **** ****************** ~~~~ | | | **** ********************** | | S *** A F R I C A /------------------| | *** / (C)1988 Olaf Wendt -------------------------------------------------------/ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *************************** M00SCELLANEOUS NONSENSE **************************** -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From Bloop! Bloop bloop? BL00P! The Carnivorous Eggplant will make you free! "Free from what?" you may ask. But if you were truly free, then you would not need to ask this question, for the Eggplant brings enlightenment. When you fully believe in the Eggplant, you will at last KNOW from what (or from whom) you have been freed. How can you become free? First, you must know the history of the Eggplant from certain basic questions that must be asked. Q. Who is the Eggplant? A. The Eggplant is the Creator of All!! Its Holy Carnivorous created the first humans, Irving and Hilda. They ate of green M&M's and learned of lust. Thusly, they lived happily ever after. From lack of support, the Eggplant developed amnesia and committed various horrible crimes for which It must now atone. Only by strong belief in It may we free It from Its amnesia, so It may rise from sewage, retaining Its purity. Q. What will the Eggplant do for ME? A. When the Eggplant is freed, It will in turn free the faithful. Will you be one? Q. Where did the Eggplant come from? A. It was always here. Q. How can one worship the Eggplant? A. By giving sacrifices of green M&M's, spreading the word, and wearing purple on alternate (or alternative) Wednesdays. Basic Facts about the Eggplant: The sacred day is Wednesday. The sacred number is 17. The Eggplant is loved everywhere. The Holy Color is purple. The second most Holy Color is green. Some sins committed by the Eggplant while in amnesia: 1. God. 2. Centuries of bloody warfare. 3. Centuries of bloody peace. 4. Post-Natal depression. 5. Ronald Reagan. 6. Ronald McDonald. ** Applications for Messiah are now being carelessly screened ** - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Second in the Kinky Cat Sex Series: The Voyages of the Good Ship Censor =================================== The ship is white, her sails are square; though often slow, she's everywhere. Her name is boldly writ in back, "The S.S. Censor", in blood and black. You may not know her from the fore, she shoots, 'fore raising her flag of war. But when freedom has died and lost the fray, you know her name, as she sails away. She must be shunned, she carries a plague, wherever she calls, she brings an ague. Creative thoughts, quietly repressed, 'til nothing new can be expressed. It's not the seas are her domain, the sea she sails is your very brain. So do not dare be different or strange, for no-one's free from her far flung range. Even sailing winds of caution and care, of the ship itself, you must still beware. And when she catches a gale of hate, the destruction done is especially great. Prudence Bland is the captain's name, her cardinal rule, to keep things the same. The ship is crewed by fearful souls, they strive to play their appointed roles. Sex, is the captain's current foe, the open expression of love must go. But everything the captain hates, must be hid from all, behind iron gates. What can keep this ship in check? It's quite impossible to reck. The only hope, is to teach the crew, they have no right to blinker you. The captain never leaves the ship, but needs a crew, to frenzy and whip. The crew's still there to rely upon, and the good ship Censor still sails on. Copyright 1988 # Hugh D. Gamble (416) 267-6159 No Disclaimers. # hugh@kink.UUCP - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - From V093P9AX@UBVMS (Still no m00sey name in sight from this one....) Things IV: Planal Darts INTRODUCTIoN ---------------------------- Well, it just goes to show that we can all relate to things in general, in private, and in lieutenant- colonel. When trying to cure acute loneliness with a cute female, do not under or over any circumstances forget the angioplasts. Then, rinse your eyes with some E.Coli. BoWLING FoR GAUZE PADS --------------------------- "Limberger, lumgrunkle, why are you shining so bright?" Please pass the cheddar, I may die of cod. The above is the main outcome of a conflict when trying to compile a program in Modula-2 on a commodore Vic-20. One can question the existence of tuna, but one won't fly to Japan on a Trump shuttle overnight. BACK TO THE QUESTION OF THINGS ------------------------------ We still cannot deny the ever-present (opened and unopened) existence of things, or what I call THINGS, or what I may refer to as MYCXAHJGWQQ, which, of course, is pronounced , but is phoenetically spelled , but in some cultures is spelled like the ancient word for grock, which is JUNG!, but sounds like the sound made when you play Gnip Gnop, and tastes like the taste you taste when you repair a motorcycle. MoRE NEGATIVE STIMULI -------------------------------- NO! CATUSUSusES are our friends!! Don't mess with a wigwam!! It can cause cancer of the hair. CLoSING THoUGHTS -------------------------------- We have seen from this and earlier THINGS that we have gone quite far in our reserach to dis- cover the reason for making research. Benefically, this was started by Benny Fishelly. But, some things have changed, so I rewired the damn thing and put the batteries in backwards, and now it works fine, but I don't get good reception on April 31st. ON TO THE FUTURE!!!!!! When in doubt, shoubt. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ******************************* MEET THE M00SES ******************************** -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE PETER DICRESCENZO CHAPTER OF THE M00SE ILLUMINATI a.k.a. THE GRAHAM CHAPMAN MEMORIAL CHAPTER OF THE M00SE ILLUMINATI Bull M00se: Peter J. DiCrescenzo Box 2004, Suite 128 New Britain, CT 06050 (203) 826-0448 Grand P00bah: Pete DiCrescenzo P.O. Box 2004, Rm. 128 New Britain, CT 06050 (203) 826-0448 Treasurer: P. "Gumby" DiCrescenzo Box 2004, Room 128 New Britain, CT 06050 (203) 826-0448 A brief history of the Peter DiCrescenzo Chapter of the Moose Illuminati now follows; WARNING! The following brief history of the Peter DiCrescenzo Chapter of the M00se Illuminati is NOT, repeat, NOT in any way, shape, or form related to the erroneous previously mentioned following brief history of the Peter DiCrescenzo Chapter of the Moose Illuminati. If one notices, the recently-re-mentioned, erroneous previously mentioned following brief history of the Peter DiCrescenzo Chapter of the Moose Illuminati has no '00' in 'M00se.' Rather, the aforementioned recently-re-mentioned erroneous previously mentioned brief history of the Peter DiCrescenzo Chapter of the Moose Illuminati has only two very common and quite drab-and-awful lower-case oh's to speak of. It should be noted that the scribe responsible for this error has been summarily executed for willful conspiracy to present false and completely irrelevant information, ergo, elk. [ The Bull M00se would prefer it known that the Scribe responsible for correcting the pre-presentation of "The Brief History Of The Peter DiCrescenzo Chapter of the M00se Illuminati" has been sacked, as there was no such pre-presentation of "The Brief History Of The Peter DiCrescenzo Chapter of the M00se Illuminati" WHATSOEVER, erroneous or otherwise, and he was quite a silly person indeed. Similarly mistaken views may report to our Employee and Associate Counselor, Bradford "Mongo the Bloody" Cambridge. ] IN THE EARLY FALL OF 1989, an incoming student at Central Connecticut State University was beset by a slew of perplexing situations quite common to the average Type-A personality profile, but a completely new kettle of fish to his own experience. One morning, amid midterm exam blues and ARA Food Service Aftershock in Memorial Hall (Cafe du Salmonella), a complete and total stranger brusquely strode up to this student, placed his thumbs to either side of his head, wiggled his open palms enthusiastically, whispered "bl00p," and walked away, melting into the lunchtime crowds, not to be seen evermore. Hours later, befuddled and suffering from Post-ARA-Meatball syndrome, the student puzzled and muddled over the strange occurrence that afternoon. Countless attempts at explaining the phenomenon were to no avail; It could not possibly have been someone from his classes. There was no chance at all it would have been his RA. There was always the possibility, of course, that it was someone from the Registration office. The errant student was about to write it off as a stray Theatre Major when a series of convulsions brought on by two obscure chemicals blended into the nominally edible cuisine he had consumed happened to combine during digestion. His body shocked into a state of utter disbelief, the student's consciousness fought to rise to a more comfortable, if incoherent, state of being. A sensation not unlike wading through a sea of warm, cherry-flavored edible massage oil washed over the student, and a voice, deep and ancient, rose from the depths of the student's previously unenlightened spirit, carrying with it an image, a symbol; a mighty m00se, melded with the form of an all-seeing pyramid; and the voice imparted a great wisdom unto the student, for the m00se spake but one word: "bl00p." And the student's soul was thus illuminated. Hiya! Peter DiCrescenzo "Ice Lord" DICRESCE@CTSTATEU - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Michael Oose, a M00se for All Seasons Michael Oose appears to be your ordinary sort of m00se. He's big and hairy, with huge antlers and large (hairy, of course) nostrils. He consumes vegetative matter for his sustenance, sleeps, and occasionally makes a little m00se. He takes great pride in his antlers, keeping them nice and sharp and mossy. Michael is a friendly sort of fellow, only occasionally goring a passer-by. However, none of this is particularly remarkable. It is all well within the norm of m00sedom. No, there are two things that make Michael unusual. One is a membership in an organization, but we can't talk about that. There- fore, we're going to discuss the second unusual facet of Michael Oose: he is learning to program. At the moment, Michael is a compsci student at Drew University in Madison, NJ. He is learning pascal, and is currently taking Csci 5. How has Michael surmounted the difficulties inherent in being a m00se in a human world? "It hasn't been easy," he admits. "For one thing, I can't stay in a normal dorm room, I can't eat with everyone else, I can't type on a keyboard due to my hooves, and I have to lay low during hunting season." Michael uses a special pointer device held in his teeth to type, in a manner similar to that of severely paralyzed humans. When asked if he is having any particular problems with the course load, his only comment is that "packed arrays are kind of tough." How has this m00se learned the art of verbal communication, of human speech? When asked, he looks shy and smiles, in a m00sey sort of way and claims that it's all due to his mother. Michael is also an exceptional athlete. He is a prized member of Drew University's Rugby Football Club, making both an impact on the social scene as well as raising the overall GPA of the team with his 3.3 cumulative average. He says he would also like to do a radio show on the campus radio station, WMNJ, but he cannot fit into the studio. Poor Michael. Are there more m00ses like Michael? He will not say. However, the portion of the story that we were not allowed to tell indicates that there may be a vast network of m00ses poised to enter the upper echelons and corridors of power in American society, and perhaps all over the world. What kind of world will they bring? Who knows. We almost didn't include this last bit because you'd think it was a paranoid, crackpot idea. However, can you be totally certain? _ /\ _ / \_/\_/ \_/\_/ \ \_____/ () \_____/ / \ / \__/ \ /__________\ (From M00SE@DRUNIVAC) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *************** AND, OF COURSE, THE UBIQUITOUS M00SE LIST UPDATE *************** -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I haven't heard from Darkling M00se, so I'm sending this issue out without the update. But we are switching to a new method. Every 5th issue (i.e. 35, 40,...) will have a complete list, and all others will just have the changes, additions, deletions, etc. since the last issue. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 'Nointy Issue - 'Nointy Issue - 'Nointy Issue - 'Nointy Issue - 'Nointy Issue - -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- F


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