Memorabilia When I first signed on as a sysop of my own BBS, I had no idea on how much work it would be! Dedicating a computer to the cause was the very least of it. Being a sysop means reading all your mail (which piled up to about 20 if I skipped a day, and some of it being forwarded to me from other people), checking the logs for suspicious activity (or fun stuff to notice), harrassing leeches, validating users (and writing genericky validation letters), and, of course, scanning all the messages. And you know what, I never regretted it. Most of the job was fun. I never liked deleting people, but sometimes you do what you have to. Does the name Avatar ring a bell? Sometimes I would saunter down to the computer and catch people in chat, simply to pass the time and ask them how they were doing. Never got too many complaints about that (in fact, I think I've chatted with almost all the users I'm about to thank). I was really fearsome when I started the BBS. Here's the contents of a log I was going to write every week about the BBS... History of Where the Wild Things Are Since no sysop has (to my knowledge) ever bothered to write down the past of a bulletin board before, I decided to start a log of my own, starting from it's first days until... well, you know. Entries are gonna be sporadic, of course, but I'll do what I can to give a good gist of the situation. If what they say about learning from mistakes is true, then by reading this, a lot more boards are gonna go up... 08/08/91: Entry #1 and catch up work. I'm Link the Triune. I've been BBSing for nearly 3 years now, and have always loved the notion of becoming a sysop. Power, influence, users at my beck and call, etc., etc., even though that really isn't what I want. I just want to provide a fun place for people to call. So far, so good. Two weeks ago, (more like 3 - the first Z-log entry reads 07-15-91), I first ran the BBS software written by Wayne Bell, WWIV 4.12, World War 4, "Wivvy", or whatever the catchword for the hideously cryptic thing is this week. It took me an hour or two to get the INIT.EXE program to work to my liking, more time to attempt to get the hang of this Sysop stuff, and yet more to customize the board. After about 2 days of this customization, I was ready to begin. Oh, joy, oh, rapture. Unfortunately, the board didn't feel like cooperating - WWIV ignored the modem, much to my consternation. I pleaded my case to sysops, users, and even the Wayne Bell on high - each with some, little, and less result. If you're a prospective sysop, learn this now - the author is a tuna-head who doesn't know his own software. If somehow, a copy of this file drifts into Wayne's hands, I meant that in the nicest sense. The problem was in the Com 3 result code, but naturally, nobody knew that. It was only through my own curiousity (and a copy of Telix with the proper result codes in it) that ever lead me to the cause of the problem. The board has been up and running for one week officially. Sorta. It's been beta-testing and accepting new users at the same time. Bad ethics, I know, but I was anxious. My first caller was Illegal Eagle, another sysop (Operation: Mindcrime), and I currently have 30 users, about 4 of them I can rule off as leeches, and 4 more of those users are Visiting Sysops. Which in itself is good. Today, C&P finally came over and helped rid us of Lynne Noys, mistress of distress, master of disconnects, and all around pain in the tuckus. You see, our house was wired funny, and so any new lines merely added on to EVERY phone jack in the house. Thusly, our usual line was interefered with by the modem, and the modem was interfered with by voice and keys. People were getting disconnected left and right, on both lines. They had to make sure that the phone line given to the BBS was strictly for that, and not attatched to the rest of the house. (Hint - if you have this problem, it could be that your electrician was lazy!) The first thing I noticed about sysoping was how darn motherly you end up all the sudden. I spend hours in front of the computer, waiting for callers to see if they like what they see. The new-user validation turnaround is nearly instantaneous. The second thing I noticed is how time consuming the first thing I noticed was becoming, so I started detatching myself from the board. I'm catching less users on line, and, by leaving chat call off, they're catching less of me. The third thing I noticed was how much a lone sysop needs advice. Those on the board were seemingly dissatisfied, my Visiting Sysops offered little advice, and so I had to seek out an advisor. Lo and behold came Leafy Green, a friend for years (you wouldn't know it, though - our cut down fights have been known to last for weeks at a time - BBS terms, of course), who caught me on line and complained vehemenently about some of the users, the subs, and me in general (although I expected the latter). I had my advisor, in the form of a Co-Sysop. That's enough for today. A board up only a week doesn't get but so much new stuff. One thing I ought to mention to budding sysops - make firm connections with other boards and HOLD them! A user by the name of Fenris Wolf (heard of 'em?) asked me for access today. From meeting him on Operation: Mindcrime and having him tell me my password (boy, was I mad - he hacked the board), I knew that he was a board-crasher. I was attempting to warn Bubba Joe, Remote Sysop of Entwined Realities, but once I finally made it on, I was too late - he had already crashed it. So, I wasn't too thrilled when I saw his name on the Daily Log. I only hope that Where the Wild Things Are will stay where it is inbetween entries. If you were wondering (I'm sure you weren't), WTWTA is in good standing with O:M and ER, my two feeder boards (i.e., they advertised for me, I borrow their users, so they feed my board, n'est pas? Oh, don't worry - I advertise for them as well). So if news from one hits my monitor, you can rest assured that it flies to the other one. If you have no friends in high places, a) you won't get any users, and b) you won't know anything until it's too late. Beyond those two friendly boards, I'm in good standing with The Duke's Domain (The Duke is a nice guy, and helped get me started), and fair standing with Trempex Console, of whom Thanatos Mortis tolerates me and doesn't laugh at me over much. Bulletin boards do get enemies, however; but I haven't made any yet. I only pray it stays that way. That's it. Never made any other entries. Too little to write about in the beginning, too much in the end. Maybe this is the last and final entry in my WTWTA log, who knows. (Fenris, I'm sure you noted your name in there). Some factoids for everybody... * The name, "Where The Wild Things Are," was not the original concept of this board. The WTWTA you knew and loved was originally "Hell in a Bucket 2," after a flash-in-the-pan BBS that this one is modelled much after. Orcman, who did not frequent this board much, was that sysop. The current name was suggested by a user named Maelstrom, head of Crunchware (defunct), sysop of somethingorother (also defunct). * I never read the No-Link sub. There's just some things even the sysop shouldn't know about. Whenever a user was on the No-Link sub, I would turn away, because I wasn't supposed to read it. Stray asked me why I didn't have a restriction on the sub for me, and I told him that it would be too much hassle to give the sub AR to everybody else, and it would be easier by far just for me to remove it from my N-scan. * Caretaker #2 is my dad. He never logged on once. * Altho the board was established on July 13th, 1991, technical problems with Com port 3 halted any calls until 2 weeks afterwards. Wayne Bell is a ninny. * Where the Wild Things Are was registered, I paid my 55 bucks for a source code I never really used. But I was legal. * I was referred to as "D00d" or "Dude" eight times during my sysop-hood at WTWTA. I told people that dude meant an elephant's butt hair eight times. * Average activity ranged around 33%. Not bad for a board that never received any uploads and was seldom called for the games! (The "we have no games" message scared off a lot of callers) * Nobody ever listened to me. Okdokee, that's enough of that. Now, we go on to individual thankings. These are done in order of user numbers (altho I didn't bother writing down these numbers), but you're encouraged to read them all, because many of these cross reference to each other. Some don't. If you don't see your name, either you completely slipped my mind, or you're at the no-thanks end of the list, in which case, . --------------------------------------------------------------------- A hearty, spam filled, sea monkey frollicking thanks to... Cheshire Katt: Chesh, you ninny. You *HAD* to be LD from the BBS. Well, no matter. You were the first real log on, because you were over at my house leeching games when I showed you the BBS (which was not accepting calls at that time). Poor Blackstar Oblivion - I guess that's where it went. Just goes to show you that WWIV is cooler than Telemate - er... telegard. We're going to be roomies next year, and since you're eager to try your hand at a BBS, be my guest. It's a lot of fun, even tho it's a lot of work. You've got a seasoned pro on your side, and I think a loyal userage built up as well. I'm glad you called, I'm glad your macro has terminal blue plaque build up, and I want the bed by the window. Wrathchild: Oh, fine. Snub my gift of an honorary "Where the Wild Things Are" book from Maurice Sendak. Have a party where Fenris hacks your hard drive. At least you live close to me. I'm such a hero, running home to get Dos 5.0 from the BBS computer and running back. My parents never knew I was home!!! (I never told them). At least I didn't have to worry about people logging on the BBS from the party - when your computer *DID* work, the BBS was busy. Shoving our feet under the carpet, leaving cups everywhere, playing Ren & Stimpy (and Test Drive, where we ran over the cattle) was fun. Thank God for Pizza Boy, or we'd never have gotten fed. As for that mustard bottle... Stiletto: I didn't like you when I first met you, peon brain. You complained a lot, sniped at the other users a lot, and you were snotty in chat, 3 things that tend to grate on my nerves. Only a plea from Stray Toaster stopped me from hosing you - but I'm glad I didn't. You always had a peon for me whenever I screwed up, and it was a cool day in Hell when you ever listened to me! You started such fine things as the No-Link sub with your telling me about the wonderful things I didn't know about (including the fact that you were really the sysop) on my own BBS. I was amazed! Spam, the RPG, did not work out well, but neither did Nerf, so I guess my hopes of an RPG infiltrated board went down the tube. Not that I'm complaining. Leafy Green didn't like you, you know. I think you made her quit calling. Whenever you need those other 52 access points, let me know, ok? (wise guy) Beanie is spelled with an a. Crusader: You'll probably not see this, but what the hey. I enjoyed talking to you even before Where the Wild Things Are, and you had me taking a serious look at Susquehanna university - but I had to go to Tech - they were having a sale. Li'l Bo Beep: I'm almost certain you never will see this. PBBBBBBBBBBT! You stopped calling! My favoritist user to chat with in the world, sometimes the biggest reason I enjoyed hosting a BBS because I could chat with you, and you stopped calling. It's your fault I strengthened my roots in Christianity by not being a heretic and showing thru both example and compassion that the answers I seeked I could find on my own. Bless you for you help. Leafy Green: Last one of three in a row of "you'll never see this." Thank you for your (limited) help. You would have made a great Co, had you continued to call. Stiletto didn't like you, either. Satan: You were *NOT* a user I couldn't politely ask to leave. I like you. You're overbearing, you annoyed Stray Toaster, but I like you. You always had an argument for me, and stirred up trouble whenever something wasn't happy for you. Lesseee - you began the crusade for Telemate, but you didn't win any Bob converts here. Watching you and Heretic Pathwarden slug back and forth at each other made me smile. I didn't appreciate (much) you taking half the picnic party to your house to leech Telemate and Wolf3d off your computer, but you brought them back, dazed but in one piece, much later. Magic Mist was lucky to find you. You compliment (but not compliment) each other well, you being disgusting, and she being disgusted!!! (I doubt you'll take offence at that, but if you do, I sowwee.) Oh - Thank you for WOMR. You did, indeed, save days of online time. Don't splash cop cars at parks next time. [. Shields not playing. Adobe Monk: You'll see this because I'll hand it to you. You didn't call enough, damn you. You always had weird posts, and for 5 or so posts after yours, people would either go "hunh?" or post in kind. Natch, you didn't call back in time to see 'em! Thank you for the calls you did spare, even the bored, "I wish I had something to do" calls. Aahz: Oh user of fearsomely long and annoying macros. At least you took my advice and turned your macro into the fearsome puddle of death instead of the fearsome (and taller) blob o' death. Asides from the kidding you got about your macro (comparitive to David Copperfield, of course), everybody pretty much accepted you. Being Chesh's brother, of course, you, too, were LD, and so you two faded into the sunset pretty quick after your parents hit the roof. Have fun without your brother! The Duke: Chances are high that, should you call out again, it might be to announce that your board is kaput. I hope that ain't so. Duke, you ran the finest BBS I've ever been lucky enough to call, much better than my own, even tho I should be the last to admit that. You helped me set the darn thing up, helped me troubleshoot all that was wrong with it, even wrote me a handy "So you want to be a sysop" guide to BBSing! Thru example, of course, you also showed me that sysops are too busy to call other BBSes. Well, if that's so, then how do you explain me calling yours, hmmmmmm? Snooty old fart. :) I'll miss you the most, Scarecrow, and good luck getting The Duke's Domain back in action - I don't think the people realize how lucky they are that the Snark is out of commission. Max Hye: You, like the Duke, barely had time for other BBSes when Druid's Keep went up. Steal *MY* remote from me, will you? Well, I guess I got him back, altho in a most unfortunate way - with your board going down. You also dissapeared after that, so I guess this is moot, but it had to be said - Druids do not typically live in keeps. Endrigman: I've got no clue why I'm saying this, but thank you for calling even for the limited time you did. For those who read it, the "Too Sexy for WTWTA" song was adapted by Endrigman and myself. I dunno, it made *ME* laugh. Good luck, wherever you are, you little nipper. Coughdrop: Too busy at track practice to go to the parties, are we? PBBBBBT. At least you came to my "surprise" birthday party. Thank you muchly for Baby Ernie. He's adorable, and I'll take him to 'Tech with me to scare people off (maybe I'll hang him or something, I haven't figured it out yet). Ernie, contrary to popular myth, will not die on Sesame street. The voice of Ernie passed on with the puppeteer, but they are *NOT* going to teach kids about death by having Ernie die. Just wanted to calm your fears. Your sister is too gullible. Orcman: "You were the wind beneath my wings." Well, not really, you didn't have much to do on Where the Wild Things Are, but I hope you enjoyed the Ren & Stimpy sounds you downleeched. I'll never forget ranching the ducks (boy, did they quack!) and throwing those awful chicken bones at them. I don't think TSO appreciated your (hind leg running style) rowing abilities. You probably would have beat Punkin and I had you not been too busy splashing your comrades. Good luck to you, and next time, use Blue Cheese - it's clumpier. Kiri/Kiri_2: It's not my fault you lost your password. You helped pull a lot of convos out of the dirt, and was all the life on the Foreign Language sub - Chesh loved you for it, anyway. I always enjoyed your debates, and it was a good change of pace to set up a sane debate sub in the midst of all the wilderness that surrounded it ('course, a few revelers would always sneak into the debates, but that was just a fact of life here at Where the Wild Things Are). Good luck in college (wherever the heck you are), and I hope you get this message, 'cuz otherwise I'll feel bad for not thanking you for your time. Stray Toaster: Pizza Boy! I'm sorry for telling you that you had the HPFB look. I'll never forget the time after Wrathchild had finished ordering our Spam Sea Monkey Gumbo Pizza from Pizza Hut when you sauntered in with your unobtrusive smile. A pause. . (Satan, I think) "Are you the pizza boy?" "Who are you?" "I'm Stray Toaster. Who are you?" Stray, I'd never been happier having you as my remote. You kept me sane, deleted a lot of leeches, read the logs when I didn't, and warned me of potentially disasterous situations before (or sometimes a little after) they arrived. A lot of your advice hit home, 'specially about Avatar and Master Cooly. I'm sorry we didn't get them off the board before they scared away Hoorigan (don't you shake your heads, Stiletto and Satan, you two were just as bad). Next year, when you're a "ramblin' wreck at Georgia Tech/And a helluva engineer," you'd better write me. Add about 50 BBSes to your "remote - WTWTA" list and post it proudly. I think the tag team voting questions were the best. (Stray and I did the Crayon one and the If I were Sysop questions together). No, Stray, you are *NOT* the prize for the 7000th caller (unless you're the 7000th caller. Then I'd give you to yourself.) Trailblazer/Emil Frankenbubble/Lime Franks&Bubbles/Googolplex Snartbeest/etc.: I remember the day you made yourself known to me by asking if I had any advice on how to start a BBS. Did I ever! You got the Link the Triune survival kit, including the Duke's "So you want to be a sysop" text, any external programs you needed to run, sub suggestions (INCLUDING A GENERAL SUB, YA DOOFUS), and even the opening ansi, I'm so proud to admit. (Takes a while to wade thru the grass, if you'll pardon the pun, but I liked my buried cat. I would assume that Fenris would, too). Thank you for the remote access for Stray and myself. We've been having fun. You take chances letting us two, Satan, and Fenris run amuck unmitigated, but no problems that I've seen. Thank you for the chats we've had, and the advice as well - even we pros need some every once in a while. GrendelThatch: You're named for a roof, friend. I'm sorry you came in so late, Grendel. You would have made yet another perfectly suited Wild Thing, each coming in assorted shapes, sizes, and degrees of mental instability. You asked to be forwarded some mail, so I started forwarding all those random forward letters at you. (Anything to help a user!) Incidently, who started all that forwarding tomfoolery, anyway? Nevermind. Nobody ever tells me anything. Anyhow, Grendel, despite a short stay, I hope you enjoyed Where the Wild Things Are. Whether it's an honor or not, I've appreciated your company, and you rank up here with those who I feel made WTWTA a great BBS, thus this message. Magic Mist: No kiddin', if you stomp on a duck hard enough, it's penis will come out. You'll forgive me for trying to get Satan to actually COOK his meat before he eats it (savage). I don't want to see him get poisoned off before Fenris and Jam Jobe get him to will his computer to them. If Satan is the God of Telemate, does that make you the Goddess? You two made for a fun couple at parties, even when we first met and Satan and I were twisting the map around, trying to figure out where the heck we were! (Thank you for bringing the map and the video tape to me - or trying, anyway). Punkin got jealous when you told me that I "smell like a guy." I'm still flattered. Because of you and Satan, and a timely forwarding, I was actually able to perform one serious task as the sysop of a very unserious BBS, and I'm glad I got that mess all cleared up. Nothing should come between you two, so keep Satan on his toes once in a while for me. You're too gullible. The Painted Zebra: When I picked you as a Co, friend, I had expected you to *DO* something. You didn't. You called to enjoy the fringe benefit of having more time than everybody else. That's ok by me, too. You're still a lot of fun, no matter what alias you go by (tho MTLM was a nice, weird alias, too), and what macro you're using (mine was better, but yours was technicolor). Good luck to you and TSO (next thank-you) on your board, and I'm glad you got such a good deal at the computer show. The Screaming Ogre: When I think of you, I often find myself thinking also of TPZ. That's because you two are darn nigh-inseperable. I remember a lot of phone calls where you told me about Stan's computer being awesome, Operation Overkill (it's YOUR FAULT that I'm hooked on it, now) and it's Action Combat, and how you and TPZ kept butting heads about your computer set up and the steals you got at the computer show. Glad you called tho, TSO. You were always welcome. You never dl'ed that noid-laugh that reminded me of you, but 'eez ok. David Copperfield: David Copperfield! David Copperfield! David Copperfield! David Copperfield! David Copperfield! David Copperfield! David Copperfield! David Copperfield! David Copperfield! David Copperfield! David Copperfield! David Copperfield! David Copperfield! POOF! (You were a big help in Tradewars, but you don't know how to spell 'tentacal' worth beans - or beanies, for that matter) Peregrin: Long distance caller. Toy: You dissapeared, smart boy. This message may not catch up to you, but I'm glad I harrassed you into calling WTWTA for the few times you did. It was worth seeing a smiley face I knew and the plethora of weird posts you left behind always made me chuckle. Ever ready to play, indeed. Casper: I watched that Casper cartoon on Channel 20 for you because you reminded me of it. Aren't you proud? Oh, the lengths I go to for my users. (Actually, it's not half bad, compared to most of the crap on TV they call cartoons. A little sappy and weak, plot-wise, but you can't buy casper toys anywhere, so I feel good about watching it) And no, I'm *NOT* a five year old, like you said. I'm THIS many years old (holding up 6 fingers - you figure it out) Forgetfu: I would have written you something, but I... Petra: Steubenville, Ohio, indeed. "My company requests information on the status of yours." :) Remember that net letter to you? I'll miss you and your crosses - sorry that I said it looked like a bunch of 3's - how was I to know that Bitcom couldn't display ASCII characters? Punkin: Sorry, kids, you guys don't get to see my goodbye to Punkin, because goodbye implies parting, and I don't want to. Ditto: Your alias matches your tactics, copy cat. Go find your own board name. Actually, I'm quite flattered. But at the same time, I don't want you to follow so closely in my footsteps. Most of the board that you emulate so much was forged by what charisma I have and what completely random things fitted the whims of the userage. Please let time and your own ideas make your board great - don't flounder in the shadow of another, 'kay? Psycho: You non-poster you. Actually, the reason I'm saying hello to you is because I like you as a friend. Psycho is Punkin's li'l bro, everybody. You didn't call much, and you recommended a real leech to the board, but hey, nobody's perfect (a voice perks up in the back) Ok, Stiletto, whatever you say. Galen: PBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBT. You're a prince on your own board. Wish you'd keep that in mind when you call out, because sometimes you can be a real pain in the Master Cooly. Jam Jobe: Jimmy Jam Jobe and I don't care... :) I liked having you on the BBS. You're quiet and outspoken, unlike Fenris, who is not at all quiet, and needs sometimes to wait and think out his actions, but you compliment each other the same. I'm sorry you don't like your alias. I like it. Next life, pick something that you *DO* like as your alias, ok? You're the haunt of the music sub, regardless, and I hope you have a lot of fun in the future. Fenris: I bet everybody was waiting for this one. Do you know how many times I wondered if I would be better off deleting you? Neither do I. I didn't, tho. Three reasons. First, it would be like committing BBS suicide. Second, because everybody else would raise a big stink about it. Third, because I'd miss you. It's true. You're facinatingly morbid - I just wish it was an act. Cheer up, Fenris. I always wanted to coax you into a smile when you're *NOT* wearing your malicious grin, the same one used to send Wrathie's HD into an endless loop or to hose Punkin with coke (sorry about shoving you, primal reactions, and I feel bad about losing control when I think about it). Your taglines were better then Stan's (hah hah, Stan, I think you stole 'em from Fenris!), and most of 'em made me roll over with laughter when I first read them. The posts were good, 'cept when you uploaded "How to Seduce a Horse," which, I'm sure, is useful knowledge, but could have been better phrased. :P Live a long life, Fenris. If you don't like your life when you're old enough to know, then I guess it's ok to want to end it. Me, I don't know *WHEN* I'll be old enough to know whether I've had a good life or no, so don't count on hearing my obituary in the paper for many moons, Running Bear. I don't ever expect to see yours, 'kay? Hoorigan: You'll never see this, so I'll bawl out everybody else in your fashion - You reave Hoorigan arone next time or Rink the Tliune wirr be vely angly! Air Bear: "You're a queer old duck." I can't tell whether it's because you're quiet, or it's because you're old enough to know better, but I don't think you ever got into the BBS world like the rest of us did. Still, I liked ya. I'm sorry I didn't get to spend a lot of time with you - I never caught you in chat, you didn't post publically very much, and during the party, I was having a rough time stopping people from killing off half the kids on the swings with the football! Still, what I got to know of you I liked. Poor Nix. She didn't get as Wild as she should have been. My first impression of you, Nix, and Aristotle are very strong - 3 people who look like they should be elsewhere, amble up, look at us, and suddenly realize that they should be elsewhere. :) Maybe so, but while you were realizing, you were every bit a Wild Thing. Fireman: You and Grendel, I swear. Such fine potential to be Wild Things, so little time to do it in. I still say you're a Wild Thing, tho. You'll be a fine user no matter where you go, just don't forget one of the boards you called along the way, this 'un. ********************************************************************* That wraps it up for the thank you's. Now, for the no-thank you's... No thanks go to: All the users who called once and, having gotten validated, never called back. All the users who called, read the line that says, "no games" and hung up. All the users who simply should not have a modem! Leeches in general. People who call to play foodfite. People who *ENJOY* playing Max's Mansion. Wayne Bell for not knowing his peon code enough to tell me the proper settings for Com 3. Registration messages "WOMR IS UNREGISTERED!" Park pigs. The people at Giant for their rotten chicken. Users who called me D00d and thought they were k00l. All the users who applied and asked for eLiTe access (]<-rad!). Lynne Noys. Lightning for picking off the Duke's Domain. College. Time (Life, Newsweek). Cryptic installation instructions for transfer protocols. Zmodem's tamper detector "There is a rat in the community - Omen's technology has been changed!" that was really fearsome. All the newspaper articles that make people with modems look like Satan the Hacker Antichrist. Micheal J. Fox, the Anti-Elvis. People who watch Doug. People who hate Ren and Stimpy (You bloated sac of protplasm). Yearbook deadlines. Users who know too much about the system that make bets with their unwitting sysops for 255 access points. Gas station attendants (just 'cuz). Nature show hosts who show scenes of monkeys with huge, swinging testicles. The QVC home shopping network. People who pause Tiny Toons looking for hidden messages (like me). Sysops who advertise their board in annoying persistance. The d*mn b*tch who "set up" Marion Barry, God of Snow. Mustard bottles that burst when you squeeze them. Things that don't work even after you've given them a good thumping. My computer for not having a RESET BUTTON! The makers of those annoying Dashboard Dieties with the bobbling heads. People who expect the Spanish Inquisition (nnnnobody expects them). The Ferrengi. Corbomite devices. That annoying, faceless teacher in Food Fite. The sinister people in charge of making mute rubber bath duckies. Roaches (for Magic Mist). Sea Monkey diseases. Abnormal program termination messages. Cavity creeps. Ingrown hairs. And lastly, MIMES! AIIIIIIGHHH! Last page, I promise. Here's my adress for all to use. If you're thanked above, you're not required to send me a letter. But it'd SURE be nice to give your petulant sysop SOMETHING to do, now that he's unemployed! Jerry Hinn (or Link the Triune, or both) 220 Barringer Hall Blacksburg, VA 24060-0001 RE: WTWTA Remember... Taxes are for the little people. Be aware of wonder. And when Max returned, his dinner was waiting for him - and it was still hot. Look for The Spanish Inquisition or Mr. Potato Head in onliners and you'll know I've been past. I'll always keep the word "Link" in my alias, so chances are you'll always find me - somewhere (over the rainbow). Fake left and sail the seas of cheese. Rosebud! ILY,PO. I did it... for Johnny! Sea Monkeys! Wow! L i n k t h e T r i u n e S y s o p : W h e r e t h e W i l d T h i n g s A r e