HIGHLA-L Digest - 11 Jul 2002 to 12 Jul 2002 - Special issue
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Topics in this special issue:
1. Nostalgia (was-- Aye, Where has the time gone?) (11)
2. OT: Was Tracker cancelled? (2)
3. 30 Ways to be obnoxious on the list
4. Jim Byrnes guest appearance
5. The Sally Struthers Post by Kip
6. Nostalgia - HL Haute Couture (2)
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Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2002 20:19:45 -0700
From: K Swanson <swanson@telus.net>
Subject: Re: Nostalgia (was-- Aye, Where has the time gone?)
I'm enjoying this trip down memory lane.
I still have my list t-shirt hanging in my closet. I've got my pictures
from Gathering 2, including the pyjama party and Debbie receiving her whip.
I cried too while sitting at my monitor when the news came that Kip had died.
But one of my fondest memories of this list came in the fall of '96. Not
long after I gave birth to my son Perrin, a large box appeared in the mail.
Inside were many, many, presents from Highla-l list members for me and my
family. There were cards, letters, and a large card that had well-wishes
from dozens of listees that had been e-mailed and compiled together. Many
of the presents are long gone (the hand cream, bubble bath), and the
baby-mittens no longer fit, but the silver spoon with Perrin's birthdate
and "There Can Be Only One" engraved on it, and the Highlander wine glasses
are still proudly displayed, and never fail to bring me warm-fuzzies that
so many people were so kind.
And I miss the HL volleyball tournaments. <g>
Karyn (::waves to comet::)
swanson@telus.net
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Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 07:15:23 EDT
From: Bizarro7@aol.com
Subject: Re: Nostalgia (was-- Aye, Where has the time gone?)
In a message dated 7/11/02 7:35:26 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
kzimmerman3@cox.net writes:
<< Imagine a time far in the future, say 500, 1000, 2000 years. Some
archaeologist uncovers the Highla-L Archives, or Marina's stack of
posts. The archaeologist takes the disks back to his lab and
slowly, painfully deciphers them. Scholars, scientists,
anthropologists and theologians study them.
What would the scholars, etc. think of them? What conclusions
would they draw about life between 1992 and 2002? >>
Probably that we worshipped a goddess named "Bonny Portmore."
Leah
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Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 09:16:20 -0500
From: Kat <angelmyst@mindspring.com>
Subject: Re: Nostalgia (was-- Aye, Where has the time gone?)
At 07:32 PM 7/11/2002 -0400, ZK wrote:
>Imagine a time far in the future, say 500, 1000, 2000 years. Some
>archaeologist uncovers the Highla-L Archives, or Marina's stack of
>posts. The archaeologist takes the disks back to his lab and
>slowly, painfully deciphers them. Scholars, scientists,
>anthropologists and theologians study them.
>
>What would the scholars, etc. think of them? What conclusions
>would they draw about life between 1992 and 2002?
That we had a race of immortals (which would be funny as none would be left
living in their time so hmmm not very immortal) and there were factions
which worshiped specific ones and battled over them, and the battlefield
was littered with dead horses, weasels and rocking chairs! There was a
small faction called the geebiewannabee's which handed out chocolate mint
brownies in an effort to steal the masses following the geezers...........
Kat
angelmyst@mindspring.com
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Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 11:12:53 -0400
From: Dotiran@aol.com
Subject: Re: OT: Was Tracker cancelled?
Tracker's future will be determined in the next week or so. It will definitely *not* be sold again in syndication. Lionsgate is, however, actively trying to sell it to a cable network, and Doug Friedman of Lionsgate said they should know soon whether or not their attempts succeeded.
In an interview on his website, Adrian Paul admits to disappointment with the way Tracker worked out. Some of his comments are enigmatic and concern the "politics" of television. One does not sense from the interview that all things being equal, he would even want another season. But fans of Adrian Paul, who like the weekly "fix" of a television series and who enjoyed the basic premise of Tracker are holding out hope for a second season on cable. As you know, from having watched the series, the possibility for that was left wide open in the season finale.
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Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 11:17:12 -0400
From: Dotiran@aol.com
Subject: Re: OT: Was Tracker cancelled?
Tracker's future will be determined in the next week or so. It will definitely *not* be sold again in syndication. Lionsgate is, however, actively trying to sell it to a cable network, and Doug Friedman of Lionsgate said they should know soon whether or not their attempts succeeded.
In an interview on his website, Adrian Paul admits to disappointment with the way Tracker worked out. Some of his comments are enigmatic and concern the "politics" of television. One does not sense from the interview that all things being equal, he would even want another season.
But fans of Adrian Paul, who like the weekly "fix" of a television series and who enjoyed the basic premise of Tracker are holding out hope for a second season on cable. As you know, from having watched the series, the possibility for that was left wide open in the season finale.
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Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 11:41:23 -0400
From: RED57@aol.com
Subject: Re: 30 Ways to be obnoxious on the list
In a message dated Sun, 7 Jul 2002 12:52:40 PM Eastern Standard Time, KZIMMERMAN3@cox.net writes:
> There's one that's hawking computers on TV. Another, I believe,
> disappeared while floating through the air hanging from a
> hot-air
> balloon. I think one got lost in the Escher Dojo.
There were a couple of cows that had walk-on parts in the movie "Twister." Oops - sorry, they were fly-on parts.
"Cow!"
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Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 17:50:13 +0200
From: Marina Bailey <tmar@sifl.iid.co.za>
Subject: Re: Nostalgia (was-- Aye, Where has the time gone?)
ZK (who doesn't even TRY to get whapped anymore; I'm feeling
neglected *sniff*) wrote:
>Imagine a time far in the future, say 500, 1000, 2000 years. Some
>archaeologist uncovers the Highla-L Archives, or Marina's stack of
>posts. [snip]
>What would the scholars, etc. think of them? What conclusions
>would they draw about life between 1992 and 2002?
If they read the *entire* archive, they would probably think that
we all hated each other and did nothing but argue! A lot of the
threads on this list have been huge, knock-down, drag-out fights
without being flame wars as such. But I've really enjoyed them.
Even getting lambasted by Nina. :)
>(I confess that I can't look at the
>poker hanging on my fireplace without thinking of the Sally
>Struthers post)
I can't even hear the *word* "weasel" without imagining Kip
with all the couch cushions duct-taped to himself to defend
against the Weasel. :)
- Marina.
\\ "You've heard it said that living well is ||>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> //
// the best revenge? Au contraire - living || R I C H I E >> \\
\\ forever is the best revenge." - Lacroix ||>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> //
//=====Marina Bailey====tmar@sifl.iid.co.za====|| \\
\\=============Chief Flag Waver and Defender of Richie============//
On fandom: I probably need psychiatric help, but it's a lovely
madness and I don't want to be cured.
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Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 17:50:15 +0200
From: Marina Bailey <tmar@sifl.iid.co.za>
Subject: Re: Nostalgia (was-- Aye, Where has the time gone?)
John wrote:
>*click*
>
>I'm sorry but Daniel Jackson is not currently available at the moment.
>However if you have a scroll, stone slab or script you'd like to talk to him
>about, leave a message on this Dial-At-Home Device and ten thousand people
>will get back to you shortly.
>
>Have a nice day.
>
>*beep*
Thanks for the laugh! This makes me think of that cartoon of Leah's
in which Daniel comes back dressed like Oma Desala, and spouting
that zen-nish stuff. And O'Neill says, "I knew this wouldn't end
well." I love it!!
- Marina.
\\ "You've heard it said that living well is ||>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> //
// the best revenge? Au contraire - living || R I C H I E >> \\
\\ forever is the best revenge." - Lacroix ||>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> //
//=====Marina Bailey====tmar@sifl.iid.co.za====|| \\
\\=============Chief Flag Waver and Defender of Richie============//
On fandom: I probably need psychiatric help, but it's a lovely
madness and I don't want to be cured.
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Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 17:50:17 +0200
From: Marina Bailey <tmar@sifl.iid.co.za>
Subject: Re: Nostalgia (was-- Aye, Where has the time gone?)
Karyn (wow, you're still here!!) wrote:
>And I miss the HL volleyball tournaments. <g>
Me too. Not that I was there, but I always got a secret kick
out of Highlander beating the pants off the X-Files.
- Marina.
\\ "You've heard it said that living well is ||>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> //
// the best revenge? Au contraire - living || R I C H I E >> \\
\\ forever is the best revenge." - Lacroix ||>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> //
//=====Marina Bailey====tmar@sifl.iid.co.za====|| \\
\\=============Chief Flag Waver and Defender of Richie============//
On fandom: I probably need psychiatric help, but it's a lovely
madness and I don't want to be cured.
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Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 11:44:15 -0400
From: RED57@aol.com
Subject: Re: Jim Byrnes guest appearance
In a message dated Mon, 8 Jul 2002 9:54:42 AM Eastern Standard Time, kzimmerman3@cox.net writes:
> Yeah! I saw that too! He looks great, btw. Nicely
> trimmed hair
> and beard; looks very trim.
Okay. HOW MANY of us saw that very brief shot of Jim in the preview for Dead Zone and thought "Aha!! If I run real fast and post this I *might* be the first one with the news to HIGHLA-L?
I'd guess at least ten. We've got pretty sharp eyes (geezers and dpf-bn's alike).
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Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 17:50:19 +0200
From: Marina Bailey <tmar@sifl.iid.co.za>
Subject: The Sally Struthers Post by Kip
Someone wanted this reposted, so here it is.
Subj: An Important Public Service Announcement For All List Members!!
Date: 95-09-08 00:40:15 EDT
From: kguinn@DU.EDU (Kip Guinn)
To: HIGHLA-L@PSUVM.PSU.EDU (Multiple recipients of list HIGHLA-L)
"Hi. I'm Sally Struthers, and if my voice sounds even more tremulous and
uneven, it's because I'm about to break down at the thought of what is going
on all around us! These special creatures <pulls a weasel in from off-
screen> are under great duress now, a pressure that is constant and terrible,
a danger to their very way of life! Just look at this poor thing!" <looks
down at the weasel, which appears very sad indeed in his crumpled,
threadbare pinstripe suit, his fur flat and dull, whiskers drooping, eyes
large and doleful, a look of chagrin on his face...>
"Yes, something bad is happening right here in our midst." <She begins
walking... The weasel walks with her briefly, but falls behind. He's
joined by other weasels, looking natty in expensive suits, fur slicked back,
teeth showing.> "You see, there was a time when weasels practically ruled
this whole domain, roaming free, alone or in groups, or occasionally in
special elite teams charged with particularly nefarious tasks!" <The
weasels trailing her are laughing at the first weasel, pushing him around,
making fun of his made-up dull fur, pulling on his suit. They take turns
mocking his dreary expression, making their eyes big, etc. Suddenly, he
bares his fangs and jumps on the nearest weasel. The other weasels pile on
instantly, and there ensues a huge roiling fight, complete with growling,
howls, and the cries of pain as the weasels bite and scratch each other...
Sally continues walking on, oblivious...>
"These proud and strong, and let's face it, not-so-noble creatures struck
fear into the heart of Newcomers! People would hesitate for days" <a group
of ferrets dressed in coveralls and work hats runs behind her, crossing the
screen> "or even weeks before they spoke up!" <The ferrets come back
onscreen carrying an unconscious weasel, who is badly mauled... Another
weasel runs behind them, cuffing them repeatedly while glancing at Sally.
It's obvious they don't want to be seen. Three other weasels fall into step
behind her, dusting off their suits, etc. and watch as the ferrets leave...>
"And even when they finally got the courage to say anything, if they
included even the slightest slip-up -- or God Forbid an actual Weasel
Reference! -- they were sure to be set upon by the ruling List Weasel! An
air of fear and trepidation weighed heavily on the whole place!" <She looks
back caringly at the trio of weasels, who all smile uneasily -- it's obvious
they are trying to hide their fangs... She gives them an understanding
smile, and at that moment, all three weasels each trigger a mechanism that
makes a small fake halo spring up from their backs, to wobble and sway above
each of their heads. Sally smiles broadly...>
"Because of the terrible and biting wit displayed, added to an inate air of
disain for lesser creatures," <They come to an apartment building -- Sally
begins climbing the stairs to the second floor> "they were feared and
loathed, admired and worshiped! They generally shaped the atmosphere of the
whole List!" <One of the weasels, obviously bored with her, begins to
prepare to pounce on her from behind -- he waves to the others to help him
push her down the stairs -- imitating her bouncing a few times, with a
"knocked senseless" look on her face -- but the others motion for him to
quit and hold hold him back. He looks disappointed, but the other weasels
point toward the camera. The weasel catches himself and smiles innocently,
bobbing his head a bit to make the halo sway... > "And the weasel's friends
and admirers helped out, keeping Newcomers and Members alike in order by
posting long treatises on topics, pointing out other's mistakes, deriding
their lack of scholarly logic etc., and tying people down in endless
painstaking semantics, which freed the Weasel and her minions to focus on
keeping the List Members, one and all, under their chilling influence!"
"But some people tried to counter the Weasel's influence" <She goes into an
apartment. The weasels with her rub their paws together with unmistakable
glee.> "by engaging the List Weasel and her minions by whatever means
available to them!" <She stands in front of Kip's couch bunker. You can
barely discern Kip's head as he peers over the back of the couch, his eyes
shifting back and forth. He sees the weasels, and his eyes grow huge in
surprise and shock. The tip of a Weasel Poker appears beside his head...>
"And they paid for it, paid dearly! Just look at what has become of this
Frequent Poster. He started off like all the rest, but couldn't stand to
see the weasels hold such power, and tried to help the List by attempting to
curb the weasel's influence, to make things even among all Members!" <She
motions toward the bunker.> "Now look at him -- an almost cartoon-like
figure barely hanging on to what little of his sanity he had with him in the
first place!" <Kip's eyes focus on Sally, giving her a dirty look...
Meanwhile, the weasels taunt him, making slashing motions with their claws,
baring their fangs and pretending to begin to pounce, making slicing motions
across their throats while pointing at him. Only Kip's eyes can be seen,
still, but the Poker goes up and down, stabbing forth at the weasels...>
"This gave the weasels enormous satisfaction!" <She walks across the living
room, the camera following her. The weasels see their chance, and start
moving toward the bunker. Suddenly Kip leaps to his feet. He's in full
Battle Array, with modified couch cushions duct-taped to him, leather
wrappings on his legs, a wide belt with number of what look like miniature
Pokers stuck in it. He proudly dons a large metal sieve, placing it on his
head, pulling the chin strap down and placing the safety goggles over his
eyes. In his right hand is a full-length Weasel Poker. The weasels are
unimpressed, and leap to the attack.
"Yes, now the weasels had a focus for their attacks! They could make an
example out of one person, to show others what folly it would be to try to
fight the weasel influence!" <Kip throws Mini-Pokers at the incoming
weasels, poking one severely. She drops short of the bunker, angrily
hissing and growling as she rubs her leg where she was hit... The other two
weasels land on Kip, knocking him over. Terrible noises ensue as they fight,
with weasels sometimes visible as they leap into the air, or are tossed,
only to again land behind the couch. A few yelps are heard as the Poker
finds its mark... The weasel that was hit leaps over the couch to join the
fray. Another weasel appears with the metal sieve, which he promptly bites
and tears apart...> "This continued on for a long time, with everyone
apparently content -- those that didn't care about the weasels and their
influence simply ignored the various tauntings and pokings that appeared,
others watched, mildly amused, and a few cheered the effort, even making
small forays on their own against the awesome creatures!" <She turns to
look behind her. As she is doing so, the weasel with the sieve throws it
aside, and quickly plops down on the couch, smoothing his fur and assuming a
casual sitting pose. The weasel smiles and gives a little wave as Sally
stares fondly at him. The noise of the fray gets louder, as books, a
computer keyboard, a boot, one weasel, and other debris all make an
appearance in the air behind the couch. Yells of pain come from all the
combatants. Sally gives a confused look to the weasel, who smiles and
shrugs, with a "Who knows?" air about him. Sally, realizing the camera is
rolling, quickly continues...>
"But now things have changed! Other people spoke up -- a whole group of
Newcomers who challenged the way things were! They said people shouldn't
have to get chewed up by the List weasel! They even said that the weasel's
friends were being too hard on them, arguing with them and deriding their
efforts, making them feel small, helpless, and generally put-upon! <Sally
leaves the apartment. The weasel on the couch pulls one his companions over
the back, pointing to Sally as she leaves. They chatter and yell urgently
to their comrade as they straighten up their suits as best they can. Kip
rears up, hopping on one foot toward the other end of the living room. As
he leaves the back of the couch, the remaining weasel comes into view,
attatched to his leg, gnawing furiously. Kip holds the Poker in his hand --
it's bent and broken -- and tries to pry the weasel off his leg with it,
while yelling out loud with pain. He is completely mauled, the couch
cushions and sieve helmet gone, goggles hanging off one ear, pieces of duct
tape stuck all over... The other weasels run over and grab their companion
by the legs, pulling him until he is stretched out full-length. Finally, he
relents, letting go of the leg. The leather wrapping is stuck in his fangs
as he flies into the weasel pair, knocking them over. Kip hops into the
back wall and falls to a crumpled heap. The weasels leap up, brushing each
other off, straightening their ties, trying to un-bend each other's halos as
they chatter and hurry toward the door. Coughing and hacking violently, the
weasel with the leather wrapping in his mouth finally extracts it. Giving
one last menacing leer to Kip, they exit and catch up with Sally...>
"... no angels! Some other people came forward and said that while they had
been mauled, it wasn't a completely bad experience! The List Weasel and her
minions weren't that horrible after all! It was pointed out that weasels
were polite most of the time, and even though some of their more ardent
supporters got a little out of hand, the overall consensus was that things
were fine the way they were! " <She walks down the steps. The same weasel
that wanted to pounce on her before now pleads with his two weasel comrades
while showing how easy it would be to topple her. They hold him back, which
causes a few bared fangs and low-level growling back and forth.> "Even
though some people still felt that they were too mean, many more came
forward to try to explain them, and to try to inform the Newcomers that
sometimes, when a factual posting is not completely accurate, the persons
who posted it must be prepared to have someone else point this out!" <A
large, black stretch limousine eases down the street, coming to a stop at
the end of the block. Sally gives it a small wave and starts walking toward
it. The weasels with her now furiously start trying to clean themselves up
-- and they discard the halos.>
"Now, sadly, it looks very bad indeed for these great and special
creatures!" <Her voice is on the verge of cracking.> "Now there's talk of
a special announcement in the introduction message, warning people of
weasels, as if they were a menace to be singled out! Why, even the List
Weasel herself has come under fire!" <Two figures come into view from the
limo's sunroof. It's the List Weasel and Danny. The trunk is triggered,
and a team of ferrets, heads popping up and whiskers quivering as the lid
ascends, scramble out and begin setting up a table with champagne,
hor'd'ourves, etc... They are smartly dressed in waiter's uniforms. The
table is soon set up, complete with white linen cloth and fresh flowers.>
"It seems that Newcomers will be given the impression that there are "bad"
people on the List who have to be guarded against! Is that right?"
<Champagne for two is poured. A ferret takes the glasses and stands beside
the limo, while two of his co-ferrets lift him up in a smooth, smart motion.
He hands the glasses to the two at the sunroof, and vaults down smartly.
It's obvious they've practiced this before. The trio of weasels with Sally
can't contain themselves any longer, and run ahead to the limo.> "It makes
you wonder what happened to the good old days, when people experienced the
List at their own risk! Was it really all that bad? I don't think so!" <A
ferret stands beside the limo with a tray of snacks, and is smartly lifted
to the sunroof. The List Weasel and Danny, looking bored, peruse the tray
and pick off a few bits... The ferret again vaults down, not spilling a
thing.> "Sure, now that people have spoken up, the announcement has been
re-written!" <In the background Danny and the List Weasel toast each other,
happy with the news.> "Now no one person or group is singled out, except for
some important information for the List itself! But what will happen in the
future? Will the weasels and their friends still feel welcome?" <Sally
turns to look at the limo, and Danny and the List Weasel adopt sad looks,
each shaking their head.> "Will these people feel like they can be
themselves without reservation, without censure, without lurkers everywhere
cowering in fear like the good old days?" <She turns again, to see them
shake their heads and shrug.> <The trio of weasels has reached the limo,
and they eagerly loom over the table, inspecting the trays laid out. One of
them cuffs a ferret, pointing to the champagne. The ferret, recovering,
points up to the List Weasel. She looks down disdainfully, taking in the
ferret's rather worn appearance. The trio all leap back, coming to a sort of
attention, smiling eagerly, trying to ingratiate themselves. They grow
nervous under the unrelenting gaze of the the List Weasel. One of them
suddenly remembers, and pulls out the bit of leather wrapping taken from
Kip's leg. He holds it up triumphantly. The List Weasel looks closer, and
with a disdainful wave of her hand approves. The weasels, overjoyed, crowd
the table, eating the snacks and taking glasses of champagne poured by now
obsequious ferrets...>
"Only time will tell, I suppose! But look at what has already happened!
The List, wanting to be thought of as a nice place, reacted badly to people
feeling hurt! No one wants that! They spoke out against people making
Newcomers feel hurt! This made the weasels and their friends feel bad and
unwelcome, feel like criminals in the very place they helped create!" <She
reaches the limo, and can't help looking at the food laid out, peering over
the weasels who crowd around the table. The ferrets give her obvious looks
of disapproval, and insinuate themselves between her and the limo, table,
etc. She backs up, giving an angry look to assembled party, and continues.>
"After all, no one wants people to feel they have to be something else to be
a part of the fun and joy of the List! Even if that something is a weasel,
or something else" <she glances back at Danny, who gives her a annoyed look>
"entirely! Whatever you are, however you are, as long as you are not overly
rude or vulgar, you should be allowed to be yourself!" <The List Weasel
drains her champagne glass and snaps her fingers. The ferrets immediately
begin packing things up, one of them lifted again to the sunroof to collect
the glasses. One of the other weasels isn't done, and is trying to quickly
finish his champagne when the glass is taken by a ferret. She goes to cuff
him, but the ferret eyes her coldly and looks back up toward the sunroof.
The weasel backs off, with the ferrets give him a silent laugh. The entire
table and its contents disappear into the trunk with amazing speed. The List
Weasel and Danny sink into the limo as the doors swing open. Sally looks
back, startled to see everything packed up so quickly. She starts moving
toward the limo.> "After all, we're all here because of that great TV show,
Highlander! Well, *you* are all here (she motions toward the camera,
smiling) to discuss the show -- I've never seen it, personally! Always
looked kind of silly to me!" <The weasels pile into the limo, except for
the one that was wanting to push her down the stairs. He can't take it
anymore. He hurries back to the trunk, where the ferrets are jostling and
rolling over each other as they climb in. He grabs one, who looks annoyed,
and whispers in his ear, gesturing toward Sally. The other ferrets look on,
puzzled.> "But that's what makes this place so great -- the fact that
people can be themselves and discuss things in a warm atmosphere! Please
don't destroy that!" <She stops, wanting to make a point. Looking deep
into the camera, she continues.> "The List is a great place! If you feel
hurt by what someone says, then say so! The chances are very good that they
didn't mean to make you feel bad! Even the weasels and their friends don't
want that! Well, not all the time! Sometimes, sure!" <Everyone in the limo
looks out of windows, the sunroof, etc. -- all staring hard at Sally. They
are not pleased. Meanwhile the one weasel at the trunk waits as the ferrets
chitter and chatter quickly among themselves, becoming more and more excited.
They look back at the weasel and at Sally many times as they huddle together,
gesturing wildly. It's clear they reach a decision, and pile out. They
begin searching around the trunk while the weasel urges them to hurry.
Sally looks back at the limo, jumping a bit as she sees everyone staring at
her.> "I mean, not even sometimes -- what am I saying!" <Gives a small
laugh and a preemptory glance over her shoulder.> "No, no! Rarely if not
ever do they actually mean to be, uh, well, be mean! Really! Ummmm....
Well! That's all I have to say -- I hope you've enjoyed this little chat as
much as I have! So Please!! Save the Weasels! Allow them and their Friends
to go about their business as before! Everyone is aware of what is going on
now -- and there is no need to be afraid or to worry at all!" <She looks
back at the apartment building.> "There never *was* any need to worry, now
was there?" <She looks deeply into the camera.> "I didn't think so!" <She
smiles broadly.> "Goodbye!!"
<Behind her the ferets are working furiously, crowded together. They finish,
and hammering can be heard. Parting, they hand a large sign on a pole to
the weasel. He looks at it, gives them a wide smile, and moves up to the
limo doors, showing the sign to all there.> <Sally starts toward the limo.>
<He holds the sign so the List Weasel can see. She sees Sally approaching
and quickly nods her approval and looks at Danny, who is smiling broadly.
She waves at the weasel to intercept Sally, and she and Danny both sink down
once again into the interior. The weasel runs over to Sally and gives the
sign to her.> "What's this? Oh, a sign! What? Oh, I see! Oh, well, it's
silly isn't it?" <The weasel moves close, pouring on all the charm and
persuasiveness he has.> "Well! If I'll get a bonus, then sure! OK!"
<Sally turns and faces the camera. The weasel smiles evilly and gets into
the limo. It backs up and then smoothly accelerates away, the ferrets in
the trunk holding the lid up enough for them to see as they drive off,
laughing hysterically... Sally turns, surprised.> "Wait! Don't I get to
ride back to the airport with you? Wait!" <The limo disappears in the
distance. She looks around in confusion.> "What am I supposed to do? Do I
ride back with you guys?" <The camera swings from left to right.> "I guess
so! But wait -- I have to hold this sign up so you can get a picture of
it." <She holds up the sign. It says simply: 'Yay Ritchie!!' Sally holds
it up for a long moment, then waves it back and forth half-heartedly.> "OK.
I guess that's enough!" <The camera is moving away quickly. The picture
jumps around, and a windshield comes into view. It's obvious the cameraman
is getting into a van or truck.> "Wait! Wait for me!! What are you doing?
Hey!!" <The camera stays on Sally as the van passes her. She runs out into
the street to hit the van.> "Hey!! Wait for *me*!! I still have your
microphone, you know!! You *can't* leave me behind!!" <The picture jumps
around wildly, showing the roof and interior of the van. The cameraman is
moving toward the back. The picture focuses out the back window, getting a
shot of Sally running down the street, waving the sign and her arms around
wildly.> "You bastards! I'm keeping this microphone!!!" <She is fading
into the distance. She can be seen slowing to a walk.> "That's the
absolute *last* time I work for *any* weasel! No matter what my agent says!!
'C'mon, Sally, it's work! -- it doesn't matter who's writing the check!', my
Aunt Fanny! This is it! I'll go back to those mail-order school ads! At
least you get to work inside and don't get left by yourself in some run-down
neighborhood!" <Her voice is drowned out by the noise of a helicopter.
It's swooping down quickly, coming to a rough landing on the street behind
her.> "What's going on?" <She can barely be heard --the microphone begins
cutting out.> "What the heck is this?" <She looks back at the copter as a
person leaps out of the back.> "Who are *these* people? Hmmm -- maybe I
can get a ride with them! Hello? Hello there!" <The person who dismounted
from the copter pulls out a huge flag mounted on a thick flagpole. As the
van with the camera begins to round a corner, the last thing seen is Sally
being repeatedly struck over the head with the flag...>
--------
I miss you, Kip.
- Marina.
\\ "You've heard it said that living well is ||>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> //
// the best revenge? Au contraire - living || R I C H I E >> \\
\\ forever is the best revenge." - Lacroix ||>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> //
//=====Marina Bailey====tmar@sifl.iid.co.za====|| \\
\\=============Chief Flag Waver and Defender of Richie============//
On fandom: I probably need psychiatric help, but it's a lovely
madness and I don't want to be cured.
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Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 17:28:55 +0100
From: Jette Goldie <jette@blueyonder.co.uk>
Subject: Re: Nostalgia (was-- Aye, Where has the time gone?)
Ace Miracle:
> List shirts! I still have mine. And now I have comet's sweatshirt. (This
> is how comet cleans her house--by passing her stuff off on her friends.)
> ;)
>
Still got mine too.
Jette
(aka Vinyaduriel)
"Work for Peace and remain fiercely loving" - Jim Byrnes
jette@blueyonder.co.uk
http://www.jette.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/
http://bosslady.tripod.com/fanfic.html
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Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 19:09:52 +0200
From: Marina Bailey <tmar@sifl.iid.co.za>
Subject: Re: Nostalgia (was-- Aye, Where has the time gone?)
Jette wrote:
>Ace Miracle: List shirts! I still have mine.
>Still got mine too.
Still *got* mine? I wore mine two days ago!
(I actually have two. Bartered for them because of the bad
exchange rate. <g>)
- Marina. (I also have a Richie Forever shirt, 2 Clan Denial
shirts and a PWFC sweatshirt. And I still wear all of them! In
fact, someone complimented the Clan Denial's emblem the other
day.)
\\ "You've heard it said that living well is ||>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> //
// the best revenge? Au contraire - living || R I C H I E >> \\
\\ forever is the best revenge." - Lacroix ||>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> //
//=====Marina Bailey====tmar@sifl.iid.co.za====|| \\
\\=============Chief Flag Waver and Defender of Richie============//
On fandom: I probably need psychiatric help, but it's a lovely
madness and I don't want to be cured.
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Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 13:29:10 -0400
From: RED57@aol.com
Subject: Re: Nostalgia - HL Haute Couture
Ace Miracle mentioned earlier:
> > List shirts! I still have mine. And now I have comet's sweatshirt. (This
> > is how comet cleans her house--by passing her stuff off
> on her friends.)
> > ;)
My current tally of Highlander-related shirts and other clothing items:
1 2 "H I G H L A N D E R" AOL chat shirts with graphic of "Press Enter to enter room" graphics (obviously a screenshot from a Mac display, the Windows entry looked different way back then). Mostly worn for yardwork and heavy cleaning jobs.
2 the famous/infamous "Joe's" T-shirt from Gathering I (I'm sure Jen would want me to say 'hi' to the list). Wore this once to a small local gathering with Jim Byrnes at his restaurant, got a good double-take from him (and a whiskery smooch, woo-hoo!).
3 2 "swords" shirts from the "Highlander Store Garage Sale" con (one of which was ZK's that she lent me/I swiped from her). The other one is autographed by Anthony DeLongis and will never be worn or washed. Gush, gush, swoon swoon, etc. etc.
4 A Pinky and the Brain/Revelations 6:8 crossover shirt with Methos and Kronos as played by two white lab mice, trying once again to take over the world. Fun to wear at work to freak the mundanes.
5 Con shirts from Gathering I and II, plus one from Anaheim. The last one gets worn at the health club a lot. Met another local fan there once who was wearing a gorgeous HL leather jacket.
6. one or two pewter Celtic knot hair thingers, elastic all shot, but can't bear to toss them out.
7. sterling silver dragon head katana pendant
8. long sleeve "surf shirt" with "HIGHLANDER" down the sleeve. Very worn, I wear this one a lot for hiking and in cool weather. Nearly dustrag status now.
9. 2 "Clan MacAOL" baseball caps (that would be "hat couture").
When was the last time you saw a stranger wearing a Highlander shirt? It's always good for a few friendly words of conversation.
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Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 13:43:35 -0400
From: L Cameron-Norfleet <cgliser@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: Nostalgia - HL Haute Couture
Ginny tallied her stash
>My current tally of Highlander-related shirts and other clothing items:
Mine:
Con Shirt from Anaheim--sitting in bottom drawer of dresser where I
periodically rediscover it and say "Oh, I should wear this more
often".
2 MFWC t-shirts (worn to barn a lot)
3 MFWC henleys (worn in the winter)(or on chilly show mornings)
1 MFWC ballcap (with name and rank)(worn to horse shows)
1 MFWC sweatshirt (hanging on my office door for when it gets chilly)
852 PWFC tshirts/sweatshirts/henleys of varying design (okay, so
maybe there are only 10 or so)(rarely worn now)
silver ring (worn for extended periods of time, then traded for another)
silver pendant (ibid)
1 PWFC totebag (now used to cart the dogs toys and bowls, etc when we
go somewhere)
1 highla-l button, made by Joanne Curme for Syndicon 96 (on bulletin
board at home)
1 "In the end, there can be only Geezers" button (on bulletin board at work)
1 pair "Watcher Socks"--grey wool socks with the Watcher logo
embroidered onto them by ~cats (worn in the winter)
1 pair "cavalry socks"--same, but with cav logo (worn in winter)
Liser
--
Lisa Cameron-Norfleet ** cgliser@earthlink.net
--
How bout no longer being masochistic/How bout remembering your divinity
How bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out /How bout not equating
death with stopping -Alanis Morissette: Thank U
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Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 14:16:30 -0400
From: Terry Howard <howardtl@muohio.edu>
Subject: Re: Nostalgia (was-- Aye, Where has the time gone?)
Somewhere in the dim past I recall a few people being asked to leave a news
group because they were taken up to much space talking about Highlander.
Some one forwarding e-mail to a peoples addresses.
THE brith of HIGHLA-L.
And then there was Chicken McNugget!
At 09:54 PM 7/10/2002 -0400, you wrote:
>There are more geezers here. I remember when I read Kip had passed
>away. I was sitting at my computer at work with tears streaming down my
>face for a man I had never actually met -- but was glad to say I knew.
>
>I was also there when two of our list denizens met for real -- they
>later married!
>
>Julie
>Founding Geezer
>
>--
>jbeamer@infi.net
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Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 14:21:48 -0400
From: Sandy Fields <diamonique@comcast.net>
Subject: Re: Nostalgia (was-- Aye, Where has the time gone?)
I still have my Highla-l tshirt and sweatshirt. Also still have my AOL HL
chat room t-shirt.
And my Highla-l button from SyndiCon (Hi Joanne!!)
And I don't even want to think about all the other HL-related tshirts I
have... DFW, PEACE, con shirts, shirts from ThunderCastle, etc. I buy
shirts at every con.
Lots of PEACE stuff -- coffee mug, tote bag, fanny pack, jewelry, etc.
Great show, great fans, great cons, great fun!
-- Sandy
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Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 14:30:39 EDT
From: Highlandmg@aol.com
Subject: Re: Nostalgia (was-- Aye, Where has the time gone?)
Hi
Shirts way to many I get at least one at every con. I have shirts from the
fan clubs, coins the store and some people made. I never did get a AOL chat
room shirt :( or that famous school bus shirt road trip one) Buttons, photos
video and jackets and other stuff from con's and the Store. Way to much
highlander goodies. My latest addiction Highlander Shooting scripts. I still
in chat room and still attending con's
Mary
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