Date: Tue, 14 May 2002 14:06:58 -0400
Subject: Re: ALSO DON'T FOLLOW UP TO THIS POST
Status: R

In alt.religion.kibology, asweinbe@midway.uchicago.edu wrote:

The moving finger of Jeremy D. Impson wrote and then moved on:
>NO ONE^w^wFEW PEOPLE FOLLOW UP TO MY POSTS LATELY.  I guess I scare off a 

This is because you are not really here, but are a figment of Daniel
Dennett's brane-in-a-tank's imagination, buried under Tulsa and lecturing
in Houston.  Unless you're the one doing the imagining, in which case
you'd better not wake the White King up till he please.  Look! It's Fred
Hoyle steadily expanding out of state, turning the moon into melted cheese
as he flies past!  The workers in their subterranean grottos, turning
burnt-out lightbulbs on oversized clocks, peer up to the unarrived flying
cars and robot maids, endlessly scrubbing the shards of the American Dream
out of tailfinned color-coordinated ovens, surrounded and embraced and
unwarned by a green-lit nature, falling into Newton's single sleep.

Plorkwort
-- 
Spread slices of uncooked bacon with peanut butter.  Roll tight, fasten with
cocktail pick, and broil till done.  Stick a number of hot baconettes in a
large purple eggplant and pass at once.
	--"Appetizers: Baconettes," Sunset Host & Hostess Book, 1945