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       A-M00SE-ING ANECDOTES AND ILLUMINATION BY AND FOR THE PAWNS OF THE

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 Issue #11|  Disclaimer:  The Editor will place almost anything  |  Sep. 9, 1988

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 the issue, so don't  blame him for the  quality or  content of the submissions.

 Excepting those  he may have written  himself, the enclosed items do not in any

 way represent the Editor's opinions.  In fact, let's be real safe, and say that

 as far as this newsletter is concerned, he has no opinions at all.  Okay? Good.

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        Hello all.  As this issue is quite large, I won't include my own

editorial.  Also, I haven't written one yet.  However, the material in this

issue is (if I may say so) very good, and gives me hope that M00se Droppings

will not die due to a lack of submissions after all.

 

<< First, a lost-and-found notice....... >>

 

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  "                                         "

  "                  Place                  "

  "                Photograph               "

  "                   Here                  "

  "                                         "

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  Have you seen this lost M00se?  His name is Sabre (aka Eric Burns) and

  he  has been missing from the Net for some days now.  Suspicion has it

  that he has  been captured by the Brotherhood of Evil Relayers.  If you

  see him, please notify Wolverine at B45J@CORNELLA with info.  There is a

  reward.  We now take you back to your regularly scheduled program.

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<< We also have the following letter from Lord Rassilon: >>

 

 

      Here at Wesleyan, the socially-conscious and politically-liberal

are beginning to continue their activities toward Divistment.

 

   Any information you could furnish about the situation at your

own colleges would be helpful.

 

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<< THIS one speaks for itself.  Please send some reader response, because

the author does not wish to write episode 2 if everyone hates episode 1. >>

 

 

                ***-> The Adventures of Super-M00se <-***

                      --- ---------- -- ----- -----

 

                            by CHAOS Engineer

 

   Forward-  All that follows is pure fiction and fallacy, with most rip-offs

            being done on purpose.  All puns on purpose and all violations

            acknowledged.  Any resultant health problems due to reading

            these episodes are not the responsibility of the author.

 

 

 Prelude:

 

          In a forest in Maine, amongst the depths of the tall stands of

pine there was a m00se couple.  Not just any m00se couple, mind you.  They

had recently just escaped from the evil clutches of the U.S. Government,

after being subject to weird experiments beyond all description.  Mrs m00se

was currently in the throes of labour, giving birth to her and Mr. m00se's

first child.  It was a momentous event indeed.  Soon, the proud couple stood

over their son, but it was obvious that he was not an ordinary m00se.

        "Somehow dear, I just don't think our son is a normal m00se.  He

looks so much like those men we escaped from."

        "You're right, love, but dammit, I just gave birth to the tyke,

and he is our child, no matter what."

        "But we can't raise him here.  We lack the facilities to raise him

as a proper m00se.  We have no choice but to see to it that he receives

an education."

        Filled with remorse, Mrs. m00se acknowledged the wisdom of her husband.

Taking the picnic basket they had found on their way here, the m00se couple

put their first born in it, and headed off to the ranger station, filled

with remorse, but buoyed ever so slightly by the knowledge that they were

doing the correct thing.

 

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        Ranger Bob Was awakened early that morning by a wailing outside

his door.  What in the name of tarnation could it be, he wondered.  Stuffing

his feet into his slippers and pulling on his robe, Ranger Bob went to his

door to investigate, when what did he see but a picnic basket on his stoop

with a small babe in it.  "What in tarnation's name!" he exclaimed, as he

bent over to pick up the basket, and taking it inside out of the cold morning

air.  Odd he thought, no note.  Only m00se teeth marks on the basket's handle

(Ranger Bob knew the marks to be m00se teeth marks, since he was indeed

an expert on m00sey things.)  Well, I guess I'll just raise him as my own,

thought Ranger Bob.

 

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        As the years wound by, Ranger Bob found out that his adopted son,

Mark Kent (Ranger Bob's full name being Robert Clark Kent), was not an ordinary

boy by any accounts.  He grew fast, and was stronger than a normal boy.

Ranger Bob knew that someday he would have to reveal to Mark his mysterious

background.  After twenty some odd years had passed, and Mark had completed

college, Ranger Bob sensed that it was now time to tell Mark of his background.

        "Mark."

        "Yes father"

        "I have something to tell you Mark.  It concerns your past.  I know

that I have told you that you are my adopted son, but there is more.  When

I found you, you were on my stoop in a picnic basket that bore no identifying

marks save m00se teeth marks on the handle.  I knew these to be m00se teeth

marks since I am an expert on m00sey things, and have passed the m00se lore

onto you as well.  Also I have noted that you are much stronger than a normal

man your age, as you are aware.  I suspect that you have a hidden past that

neither of us are aware of.  Thus, I believe that you should go into the woods

and perform the sacred m00se dance that I taught you and seek to contact

Leviam00se and learn your true origin."

        "You believe that this will be of use father?"

        "I do my son, since I am wise in the ways of m00sey things, as were

my fathers before me, the sacred m00se lore passed down from generation to

generation."

 

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        Mark ventured out into the pines, taking with him the necessary

items to complete the scared m00se dance.  Walking a great distance, Mark

eventually came to the copse his father had told him of.  Clearing out the

fire pit, Mark made ready to perform the dance.  Make the fire in which

to burn the dried m00se droppings incense.  Paint the face in ritual way

of the m00se.  Ready, Mark danced and chanted, every so often tossing the

incense into the fire.  He felt the power in him rise, and began to feel

light and heady.  Soon, he was ready to meditate and complete the ritual

to call upon Leviam00se.

        "Leviam00se."  nothing

        "Leviam00se!"  still nothing

        "LEVIAM00SE!"  bellowed Mark, and he was rewarded.  His vision hazed

over, and cleared to the sight of the pyramid.  Eleven tiered, with the

single eye and the antlers.  Leviam00se.  Sitting in a large straight back

chair at the foot of the pyramid was a tall man with the head of a m00se,

the brown fur amply dosed with gray.  Strange that Leviam00se should choose

to manifest himself in this way.

        "Greetings, Mark, adopted son of Ranger Bob and child of Mr. and

Mrs. m00se."  Leviam00se spoke to mark in amazingly good english considering

that the formation of his jaw structure should have made it impossible for

him to do so.

        "Greetings O great and wise Leviam00se" replied Mark.  "How is it

that you speak such good english when your jaw structure should not allow

you to do so."

        "It is a m00sey thing, Mark.  You need not concern yourself with

it.  But, let us get to the point.  You are here at the urgings of your

adopted father to seek your past, so gaze now into the eye of the pyramid

of Leviam00se, and let all be revealed."  Mark watched raptly, as he saw

his true mother and father being experimented on by scientists of the U.S.

Government, doing horrible and perverse things to them, saw how they escaped

to the woods where he was born, how he was taken to Ranger Bob to be raised

and educated.  The rest he knew, and the spectacle stopped.

        "Now Mark, let me continue.  You are possessed of great powers,

and must use them to combat the forces of anti-m00sey-ness.  Henceforth,

whenever you say my name, the full force of your abilities shall be unleashed,

and the foes of Leviam00se shall tremble in fear at the powers of

 

                  *********** SUPERM00SE ***********

 

(for dramatic effect, please imagine that there is a blaring triumphant

 fan-fare/symphonic score in place here.  Something like Beetohven's fifth

 would be appropriate.)

 

say now my name, Mark, and feel your power and birth-right."

 

        Mark stood, feeling a bit perplexed and more than a bit awed at

the immensity of it all, and spoke Leviam00se's name.  "Leviam00se!"

        There was a sharp peal of thunder, and in Mark's place stood

Superm00se, tall, strong, powerful.  A man, tall, powerfully built, garbed

in a very tacky pink suit with the pyramid symbol on the chest in fluorescent

green, but most importantly, with a m00se's head, with a MAGNIFICENT set

of antlers.

        "You are now Superm00se, Mark.  You must now go forth and battle

as the champion of m00se-kind and those non m00ses oppressed by evil-doers.

You must however, ware well your one weakness.  I call it m00se-ite, but

that is not it's true name.  It is the foul concoction with which your mother

was injected before your birth.  It is a mixture of caffeine free diet

Coke, Illudium Pu-38, Vidal Sasson hair spray, and Limburger cheese, a foul

and devious mixture if ever there was one.  It will rob you of your m00sey

abilities.  I suggest you avoid holding heavy objects over your head if

you run a good chance of being exposed to it."

        "You are very wise, O Leviam00se.  It shall be as you say."

        "Go now Mark, and do my bidding."  Mark's vision became obscured,

and when it cleared, he once again found himself in the clearing, a man

of normal appearance.

 

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        Returning home, Mark was met by his father at the door.  "How did

it go son?"

        "I saw Leviam00se, and he did tell me what I must do, and he gave

unto me my birth-right and full powers.  I now know what I must do.  I shall

go to Gothopolis, and get a job with _The_Daily_Gonad_ as a mild mannered

reporter.  There, I will be able to do battle against those who would seek

to harm and oppress m00se kind."

        "Why, that's a noble thing to do son.  I wish you luck."

 

 

 

********->  Next episode, watch as Mark goes to Gothopolis and gets a job

            and has his first encounter with the evil forces that oppose

            m00se kind.

 

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<< And now, for two rather hilarious contributions by Wolverine.  I don't know

where they come from originally. >>

 

 

What with Tom Sellick appearing on Murder She Wrote, Jessica appearing

on Magnum P.I., and characters from Dynasty and Dallas constantly

getting cofused as to which set they should go to, have you ever

wondered what would happen if this was followed to it's natural

end?  For example, suppose Captain James T. Kirk met the Roadrunner.

This means, of course, that we must somehow integrate the Saturday

Morning Laws of Physics into the Star Trek universe.

 

i.e.:  1) Sentient creatures do not fall until they realize they are

      about to.

 

       2) Objects fall at a rate inversely proportional to their mass

       (otherwise known as "Anything falls faster than an anvil")

 

Now, if we assume that this is an effect of the Road Runner, as opposed

to some general joke of the universe (although, I admit I have never

seen an anvil descending over Kirk's head while he was falling), then we

can expect other effects, as well.  Notably:

 

1) Anything struck by a deadly weapon (presumably including phasers) is

not killed, but merely singed and stunned (somehow "He's covered with

soot, Jim" just doesn't carry, though).

 

2) Crewmembers surprised by the Roadrunner jump much higher than gravity

should allow.

 

Now, the difficulty here is that there must be some reason for the

encounter.  Remembering that the Roadrunner is a fairly self-centered

beast, the motivation for the episode must come from the Federation in

some form.  Let us suppose that the Enterprise is doing some sort of

research mission to an unknown planet.  I think the Captains Log would

be worth a look:

 

Captain's Log, Stardate 54324.5:  Starfleet Command has directed the

Enterprise to do a preliminary exploration of planet --- in advance of a

full research team.  Scanners report the atmosphere to be breathable,

but are recieving confusing readings with regard to life forms.  I am

beaming down with a landing party composed of all our chief officers

except for poor Scotty.

 

Supplement:  Redshirt Riley has received a head injury, apparently while

exploring under a high rock shelf.  He reports only hearing a loud sound

and jumping before being struck.  After examination by Dr. McCoy he has

been judged capable of continuing duty.

 

Supplement:  We have encountered an alien creature on this planet.

While it does not itself seem menacing, a unfortunate occurance took

place when it was present.  Specifically, on my orders Lt. Sulu

withdrew his phaser.  The creature disappeared leaving a puff of smoke,

immediately following which a loud noise was heard next to Sulu.  Sulu

fired, hitting Ens. Chekov.  Oddly enough, although Sulu's weapon was

set to stun, Chekov was also covered with a black powder similar to

soot.  Mr. Chekov has been sent back to the ship for examination and

quarantine.

 

Stardate 54326.2, Mr. Spock reporting:  Tricorder readings indicate that

the creature we encountered earlier is constantly moving at great speed

over the surface of the planet.  We have encountered the creature once

again.  In an attempt to slow the creature for study, I attempted to

fire on it.  The creature, however, appeared to move faster than the

phaser beam.  Regretfully, the beam struck an outcropping of rock above

the Captain's head, causing it to break off and fall.  Although it

appears that several tons of rock fell squarely on the Captain, he was

driven straight into the ground but apparently not seriously injured,

though stunned.  The Captain has been beamed up to Sickbay, leaving me

in command of the research party.

 

Captain's Log, Stardate 54342.1:  The creature is still at large on the

planet surface.  While Mr. Spock continues to lead a research party I am

currently at work with Mr. Scott on an Acme Pressure Cooker for our lab,

for when the creature is finally apprehended.

 

Captain's Log, stardate 54342.3.  The strange occurences that have

dogged the landing party since our arrival at this planet have led me to

believe that the creature is in some way directly responsible for them.

Mr. Chekov and I have both been declared fit for return to duty, though

Dr. McCoy has entered in his medical log that he feels we should be kept

under observation.  Mr. Spock has constructed a device which he suspects

should be able to counteract the creature's incredible speed as follows:

We have placed a dish of birdseed out in the open, with several signs

pointing to it.  The dish is atop a cleverly concealed trap door, which

will open when any weight falls on it.  The creature will then travel a

slide, eventually being deposited in a cage constructed of sheets of

transparent aluminum.  We will then be free to analyze it at our

leisure.  Meanwhile, I have forbidden all beaming down to the surface of

the planet except on my or Mr. Spock's direct order.

 

Captain's Log, supplemental.  The plan failed.  The creature was indeed

lured by the birdseed, as expected.  It sped to the dish, consumed the

bait, and sped off without setting off the trap.  Mr. Spock is as

puzzled as I, and has begun tests to discover the flaw in the design.  I

have sent out three search parties to see if we can box the creature in,

one headed by Mr. Sulu, one by Mr. Chekov, and one by Sociologist

Xontel.

 

Captain's Log, stardate 54342.8.  Sociologist Xontel has been

temporarily incapacitated.  In pursuing the creature, he and his men

somehow managed to cross the place where Mr. Spock's trap was set just

as he completed the corrections to it.  The trap was sprung, and all

four of my men were suspended for a moment in mid-air, puzzled, just

before they fell into the cage we constructed.  We are now trying to

release them with phasers, as the lock was inadvertently smashed by the

impact from Sociologist Xontel's foot as he fell.  I consider this a

major setback.  Mr. Spock considers it "fascinating."

 

Captain's Log, stardate 54343.4.  In an all-out attempt to stop the

creature once and for all, I have had a phaser rifle beamed down from

the Enterprise.  The creature has behaved in an extremely cunning

manner, yet I am unsure whether this is a sign of actual intelligence.

Lt.  Uhura has been unsuccessful in her attempts to raise Starfleet

Command.  Meanwhile, Mr. Scott informs me that our dilithium crystals

are deteriorating at an alarming rate.  He has juryrigged a system that

will prevent the decay for a time, but it is imperative that we find new

crystals soon.

 

Captain's Log, supplemental.  Mr. Sulu reports high energy tricorder

readings from an area of the planet in which the creature has not yet

been sighted.  He has taken a small party, including Mr. Spock, to the

high-elevation spot from which the readings emanate.  I have begun to

analyze the creature's movements.  It seems to travel consistently over

a set path.  Perhaps we can corner it in a tunnel it seems to pass

through frequently.

 

Captain's Log, stardate 54344.7.  Mr. Sulu has located a cache of ACME

dilithium crystals atop a high cliff.  Regretfully, while collecting

them, the edge of the cliff broke off, and he and Mr. Spock plummetted

several hundred feet to the ground below.  Strangely enough, they both

survived the fall with no more than raising a cloud of dust on impact,

although they did pass the chunk of rock on the way down and end up

completely buried.  A rescue excavation has commenced, and they should

be safe shortly.

 

Captain's Log, stardate 54344.9.  Mr. Spock has beamed up to the ship

with them to assist Mr. Scott in their installation, as he forsees

compatability problems.  Back on the planet's surface, Mr. Chekov led

seven men into the tunnel in an attempt to capture the creature in

transit.  A loud BEEP, BEEP was heard, and Chekov aimed the phaser rifle

and commanded his men to spread out.  I wish to state for the record

that I would have acted similarly, and that Ensign Chekov should in no

way be held responsible for the unfortunate circumstances arising from

the unexpected appearance of an old Earth-style freight train.  He has

been beamed back up to the ship with minor injuries.

 

Captain's Log, stardate 54345.1.  Dr. McCoy has beamed down with a hypo

containing a mixture of kyranide, tri-ox compound, Scalosian

concentrate, a theragram derivative, and some other items he found in

unmarked containers in Sickbay.  By injecting a small amount into each

member of the landing party, I hope to be able to deal with the creature

on its own high speed terms.

 

Captain's Log, supplemental.  The latest experiment to deal with the

strange creature has failed.  As Dr. McCoy was injecting a measured dose

of the compound, it abruptly appeared behind him and uttered a loud

BEEP, BEEP!  Dr. McCoy, understandably flustered, accidentally pressured

in the entire contents of the hypo into his arm.  A full security team

is in pursuit of him, waiting for the effects of the drug to wear off.

 

Captain's Log, stardate 54345.2.  I have ordered the landing party

transported back to the ship.  The new dilithium crystals have been

successfully installed.  On my responsibility, the ship is preparing to

engage main phasers to attack the creature, which continues on its

semi-erratic course across the planet's surface.

 

Captain's Log, supplemental.  This is a warning to all other starships

that may pass this way.  Do not approach this planet!  The illogical

events occuring here are too much to overcome with simple science.  If

you have heard the events transcribed in the rest of this log, you will

learn that this creature is nearly undefeatable.  We channelled full

ship's power through the phaser banks.  Theoretically, the creature

should have been destroyed; however, the energies were too much strain

for the ACME crystals.  The full force of the phasers backlashed over

the Enterprise, engulfing her completely.  At first, the only noticeable

effect was a complete failure of all systems save emergency gravity and

life support.  Then a web of black lines spread through the Enterprise's

superstructure.  Next, the ship began breaking up, piece by piece,

falling through the atmosphere to land on the surface of the planet.

When the ship had collapsed entirely, my crew was left hanging in space

for a short time, and finally each of us began to fall to the planet

below.  We have no theories on how any of us survived, but every

crewmember has reported nothing more than a sense of uneasiness,

followed by the realization that they were several hundred miles up in

the air, a sinking sensation, and then a gradual drop:  first the feet,

then the body, and finally the head, usually wearing a resigned

expression of perplexion.  We are attempting now to communicate with the

creature in the hopes that it will prove intelligent.  Perhaps we can

communicate our peaceful intentions to it.  Mr. Spock has constructed a

crude rocket launcher from the wreckage of the ship, and with this we

hope to send the recorder marker up into space, where hopefully someone

will find it.  Captain James T. Kirk, of the United Federation of

Planets, Captain of the Starship Enterprise, recording.

 

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                 AT&T Customer Service Memorandum

 

 Please stop submitting compliants.  This is our system.  We designed

 it, we built it, and we use it more than you do.  If there are some

 features you think might be missing, if the system isn't as effective

 as you think it could be, TOUGH!    Give it back, we don't need you.

 See figure 1.

 

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                             Figure 1.

 

 Forget about your silly problem, let's take a look at some of the

 features of your AT&T computer system.

 

 * Options

 

 We've got lots of them.  So many in fact, that you would need two

 strong people to carry around the documentation if we had bothered

 to write it.  So many that even we don't know what most of them do.

 Don't ask us for any of these options, because we probably can't

 find the PEC for it anyway.  Even if we find the PEC, we probably

 can't order it either (just TRY asking for nroff on a 3B2).  If you

 don't like it, call Technologies.  They'll tell you to see Figure 1.

 

 

 * Hot Lines

 

 If you need technical help, call our hotline.  You say that the guy

 at the other end doesn't know any more than you do?  Too bad.  If we

 could afford to pay qualified people to answer the phones, we'd be

 paying them to make our computers work in the first place.  Besides,

 you don't ever need to do anything sophisticated anyway.  If you do,

 see Figure 1.

 

 

 * Integrated Voice and Data

 

 What the hell is integrated voice and data?  All it means is that

 you can talk on the phone while you are typing on your terminal.

 So what if the terminal and the phone aren't integrated; that's

 not what we advertise.  Besides, you probably can't even walk and

 chew gum at the same time, much less talk and type.  If you can,

 see Figure 1.

 

 

 * Unix

 

 We invented it; it's perfect, and we're the only ones who do it

 right.  We're so happy with it, we put it on every kind of computer

 we make.  We even try to keep it the same from release to release,

 but usually we blow it.  If you want a computer with stable file-

 systems, get a VAX.  Another thing: those nerds from Berkeley are

 just troublemaking hackers who have a productivity complex.  They

 took our operating system and made it useful, so we told them to see

 Figure 1.

 

 

 * Applications Software

 

 We give you MS-word; what else do you want?  So what if it is a

 clumsy port from another operating system, it works doesn't it?

 Well, OK, it sort of works.  If you want applications software, get

 an IBM PC.  You can get lots of it and they even support it

 sometimes.  If you already bought one of our computers and are

 unsatisfied, you're stuck with it.  We spoke with our applications

 software people about this, and they think a lot like we do; they

 said "see Figure 1."

 

 

 * Shells

 

 We have two shells; one we sell and one we use.  The Bourne shell is

 plenty good for trivial little hacks, which is all you do anyway.

 Don't ask for the Korn shell either.  It's great, everybody at AT&T

 has a copy, but we won't give it to you.  Besides, if you want to do

 anything important, write it in C.  We told our shell programmers to

 see Figure 1 a long time ago.

 

 

 * The C Programming Language

 

 We like it so much we named a book after it.  You can do anything

 our machines can do, which is not very much.  Where else can you

 put so much unreadable code in such a small space?  Besides, you

 probably should be programming in the shell anyway; C is too hard

 for you.  We told our C programmers to see Figure 1 a long time

 ago anyway.

 

 

 * Floating Point Hardware

 

 We have the WE32106 Math Accelerator Unit, one of the fastest chips

 around.  It's so special that you need a special compiler to use it.

 Nobody knows how to get you a copy of the compiler?  That's right.

 We don't release it because we are writing another one.  When it's

 ready, we might give it to you, but probably not.  In the meantime,

 you have to stick with the interpreter, live with the slowness, and

 see Figure 1.

 

 

 * Support

 

 We have thousands of service people out there, but most of them are

 busy.  If your computer breaks, you will just have to wait.  Our

 techs are rehashed phone installers, so don't expect them to be very

 helpful unless it involves tip and ring.  Oh, if something breaks

 between 5:00 PM and 9:00 the next morning, don't waste your time

 calling us, we're out.  We also take lots of lunch breaks.  If you

 need real support, see Figure 1.

 

 

 In conclusion, stuff your complaint.  Love your AT&T computer or

 leave it, but don't bitch to us.  We don't give a shit.  We don't

 have to.  We're the phone company.

 

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The Penn State chapter is now a thr0ng!

 

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