1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask... 2 ************************* INSTALLED: 20 AUG 85 ********************** 3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator 4 ************************************************************ 5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION 6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM. 7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned 8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public. 9 No restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is 10 privately owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which 11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be 12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved) 13 To leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the 14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the 15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace 16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up. 17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system. 18 ***************************************************************** 19 20 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 21 HEY ALFRED !!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT !!!!! better luck next time' 22 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<] 23 __________________________________________________________________ 24 Frustration in the name of love? Hardly a thought for the suumer- 25 time, but what of this finest of seasons, when the skies never 26 darken, but spirits are another story. We live our lives moment by 27 moment, yet when frustration is a constant companion, each moment 28 seems like an eternity that must be endured instead of enjoyed. I 29 tire of this muddle of a life I lead, where true happiness, what- 30 ever that elusive creature is, fails to fall into my grasp, no 31 matter how hard I try or how much I wish for it. Perhaps I am 32 trying too hard, wishing too much, but I know not what else to do. 33 To stop wishing and trying would be to admit defeat, and I am not 34 ready to do that yet. I am confused and bewildered. I am damned if 35 I do and damned if I don't. I can not go on like this. I am sick 36 as Hell and I'm not going to take it anymore. Please? 37 ______________________________________________________________c___ 38 39 --------------------------------------------------well, what about unicorns?--- 40 Thank you folks for your efferts at prose, I will be back to read more. 41 en 42 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 43 |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| 44 Thank you, Oh God, for Jesus Christ our pro, who shows us how to get 45 the right grip on life, to slow down in our back swing, to correct our 46 crazy hooks and slices, to keep our head down in humility and to follow 47 through in self-control. 48 May He teach us also to be good sports who will accept the rub of the 49 green, the penalty for being out-of-bounds, the reality of lost balls, the 50 relevancy of par, the dangers of the 19th hole and the authority of our 51 special rule book, the Bible. 52 And Lord, when the last putt has dropped into the cup; the light of 53 our last day has faded into the darkness of death; though our trophies be 54 few, our handicap still too low and that hole-in-one still only a dream; 55 may we be able to turn in to You, our tournament director, at the great 56 clubhouse, an honest scorecard. 57 Through Jesus Christ we pray, Amen. 58 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 59 |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| 60 To the above: And please don't forget to "Kick me, Jesus, through 61 the goalposts of life". 62 tO THE ABOVE: Darn, you beat me to it.^ That is my favorite song, right 63 before "A Boy Called Sue." 64 WKWKWKWKWKWK 65 ? MIG ?: S.P.N. STORY SOOON? 66 WKWKWKWKWK 67 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 68 L'homme: Yes, It's on the 24th. 8:30 to 2:00. Hopefully, I'll attend the 69 PorSFiS picnic afterward. 2:30, I believe, at Mt. Tabor park. I've got the 70 map around here somewhere... 71 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 72 ((( Ripple )))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*))) 73 Juggler, ok. 74 eagerly waiting 75 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))((( Ripple))) 76 *%_#@*%_)@#*%@)_#*%@#_)%*_)*%!@_)*%!@*%!%*)_%&#)_^*_)@^&)@_*^@)_*^)_@*^)_@*^ 77 Milch: OK, but I probably won't see you either place. Good luck. If you have 78 any last minute questions, please call voice-line. 79 Mikey: Merci beaucoup for your help today. I am still working away on the 80 8086 dump program, nothing much happening yet. No blinky on Copylink either. 81 Life can sometimes be good... 82 %*_)*%_@*%)#@*%_@#&^_)@&#_^)@#&^_)@&^ L'homme sans Parity **%@#_)%*_@#*%*@#% 83 L'homme: What calculations? I just looked up the chart of positions in 84 Astronomy magazine. You might be interested to know that Mars was in 85 *conjunction on July 18th, only a few days before the night in question. 86 Since that means it was on the *other side* of the sun.... 87 _________________________________Leonard_______________________________ 88 Bard thought to himself, "I'd better ask Trainor about these 89 measurements, 5 *parsecs* doesn't seem right. That'd be over 16 light 90 years!". Of course there had been the time on that space-going aircraft 91 carrier... What was that guy's name again? Starduck? Something like that, 92 anyway they had a unit called a 'parsec'... more like an AU... and 93 'microns' as a measure of *time*?!! 94 He was drawn out of these musings by Emu making contact. But with 95 who, he wondered. Piper or ... 96 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 97 while we're on the subject of songs... for some reason, the Pell-Mell 98 brings to mind "Plastic Jesus"??? 99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 100 ____________________________________________________________________ 101 And sickness is indeed the problem. We become disheartened and des- 102 pondant over little things that mean nothing to those who care not 103 what we feel. We live under a cloud of unmeet desire and need. We 104 reach out yet there is only substancless shadow that meets our grasp. 105 We turn and cry in the night for lost dreams. Yet the hope springs 106 eternal, we wish and pray and hope that an answer will be found, that 107 the prayers will be answered. Always we keep trying, reaching. And still 108 the confusion and frustration flows in our minds sapping our strength, 109 leaving the world a gray wash devoid of color. Until the need is 110 met, until the delema is solved there is no answer. So we keep on 111 trying, hoping for brighter days, waiting for the spring of love. 112 _______________________________________________________________d___ 113 ******************************************************************** 114 prayer? you can only have hope that your choices are the right 115 ones. your mind controls your destiny, gee for "heavens" sake 116 that is why we have one.(a mind) if you cannot grasp "happiness" 117 then you are looking in the wrong place. 118 *****alwayshappy****kathyd***sometimesfrustratedbutalwayshappy***** 119 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 120 121 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- 122 Glancing through a window of the Inn I take notice of a figure or two 123 far down the way that had been left behind many an hour ago. (This entry 124 is a little messed up.) Knowing what they must feel, missing the trip of a 125 lifetime, I chose for once to leave the warmth of this shelter to offer a 126 few words of friendship in their new solitude. 127 I had stumbled only a step or two past the old, weathered door when I 128 saw that one of the beings was hopping slowly away while making harsh 129 breathing sounds. Or were they sobs? 130 Walking down the dusty path that lead away from the Inn, towards the 131 enbankment where sat one being, now alone. Not really stirred or extremely 132 dismayed by the departure, she maintained her spirits by taking a twig that 133 lay along the wayside and began to create images in the sand that conveyed 134 a sense of meaning. They were simple drawings, but they gave the feeling 135 that behind them lay deeper spories yet untold. 136 As one such drawing came to its finishing touches she gave it a 137 critical eye, adding a stroke or scratch to give it more character and then 138 wiped the ground smooth, ready for another image to spring to life from the 139 end of the twig that moved in the clutches of her hand. 140 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- 141 Ripple - I'll try to go with the paper, using the book for details only... 142 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -JUGGLER- -+- -+- -+- 143 144 145 UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU 146 Clo, Feb 20 147 I've just walked through a town that has suffered many hardships. With 148 the landing of the shells has come the landing of the rooftops. Hours 149 on end do the common people work to repair that which has crumbled 150 around them in their innocence. Rest, for some, shall not come until 151 hours of work with chisel in hand has provided them with a few score 152 more of bricks from the frames of their broken homesteads -- removing 153 the old mortar so that the bricks might once again be used to give 154 shelter and protection from the night. 155 This labor of the bourgeoisie is so much more remarkable now that I am 156 no longer amoung them in the simple way. 157 Today I've even seen a flower that has in some small way lived through 158 the struggle of cold. Its beauty once again reminds me of you. If only 159 you could be here with me, the waters of Dnepr are murky with your 160 absence. In the morning we will leave Roslavl behind, there I will have 161 mailed this letter. I miss you. 162 Osram 163 UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU diary 164 165 /=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/ 166 Even though I said I was finished, I wasn't. I knew it would take at least ten minutes for her, 167 or them, to get to here and that would allow just enough time to finish with the last of the 168 repetitious duties required during the daily grind. 169 All by myself at the end of my working day, my "office" has transformed from a room of organized 170 chaos filled with whirs, buzzes and lights of disarray to one of darkness, silent except for the 171 sound of running water. We can put a man on the moon, but the instruments of my trade are still 172 cooled by water. Yes, modern technology is fun. 173 Piner. 174 /=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/ 175 ((( Ripple )))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*))) 176 Juggler: I now have a copy of the paper. That should help. 177 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))((( Ripple ))) 178 .............................................................. Why unicorns? .. 179 _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ Why not? _~_~_~_ 180  181 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 182 Fire and Ice 183 Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. 184 From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. 185 But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate to 186 say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice. 187 Robert Frost 188 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Darbon+++++++++++++++++++++++++ 189 -+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+> 190 Hmm...Just a new border for the permanently depressed terranoid. 191 Seems my circuitry just wasn't wired for sound. I will call upon the rather 192 useless inner self for SOME sort of a story...Maybe I'll burn an E-prom. Ahh...you know, Micronauts have strange ways of reading193 characters. I seem to remember a few burned in when I was manufactured... 194 PRINTREMINPUTCHR$(1234567890)INTRNDLEFT$LEN(Who?) 195 Oops! wrong file....---click--- 196 SNAP! Wow not there...! Maybe I'll see them here somewhere, Sometime. Mean while, in Metropolis, a lonely and thoroughly de- 197 pressed terranoid take its toll................ 198 -+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+> 199 Micro----click---- 200 -+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+> 201 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))((( unicorns sound good to me ))) 202 '-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'- 203 I looked into her eyes, our fingers touched for a moment, then she was 204 gone. I was hooked. The sign of a true romantic, eh? 205 206 Hmmmm... I'm just learning to appreciate the phrase 'between the devil 207 and the deep blue sea'. I'm stuck in the middle and don't know whether to 208 quit or ride this thing out. But then it isn't entirely my decision... a 209 single word from her and we're done. 210 211 I am lured by the Siren's song of desire... beneath the veil lie all 212 my fears and pain. 213 214 Everytime we enter a new situation... we are guided by our memories 215 and experiences... our fears, dreams, sucesses, and failures. Usually the 216 result is the same. God, how I want to change. Can love make a difference? 217 218 The paths of opportunity unfold about me, and yet I struggle to climb 219 the steepest, travel the most dangerous, and not just for myself. Why? 220 Perhaps at the end I catch a glimmer of a new life... and I cannot walk 221 that path alone. 222 223 Aha! I do believe it's time to write. 224 '-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-' The Jung and Restless '-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'- 225 226 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 227 HEHEYHEY MILCHAR, GUESS WHAT I IT'S ML MEBTERM TIME..... 228 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 229 @@@ OOOPPPPSSSS!!! FORGOT, DELS ARE 230 CHR$(20) UNTIL I GET THE TRANSLATOR 231 WORKING... @@@ 232 @@@ Well, now the translator is working... @@@ 233 @@@ Cistop: please delete these last few lines... @@@ 234 [/] 235 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 236 237 OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 238 Rushed in the crowd, shoulder to shoulder, there is no one out 239 here for me. I keep walking in the hope that someone I know will by 240 chance eventually bump into me, or I into them. I can always hope. 241 The naked city with its thousands of stories just waiting to be 242 told, just waiting to be heard, just waiting... I walk down the avenues 243 aimlessly, destiny is what I rely on to pull my feet to their goal. 244 Multitudes of singles and couples cross my path and the sound of 245 this angry global village fills my ears till all I hear is the rushing 246 of the wind. Being alone fills my senses, my mind runs in tiny circles, 247 and my heart does not find the rest it needs for it pounds only to keep 248 me alive... half its function goes unfulfilled. 249 Then it happened. My path is crossed by another and the 250 colliding of bodies drops us both to the pavement in a scurry to regain 251 our dropped possessions, the breeze flutters the half filled sacks. In 252 an attempt to cover for my clodish action I offer the helping hand of a 253 good samaritan so that we may put our embarassments behind us as we will 254 soon both be on our ways to forget our stupidities and to remember our 255 petty deadlines. The sound of the village is gone. 256 With an outstreched hand I return the dropped package to her 257 grasp, her hand mine. Shyly I look down at the parcle, then up into her 258 face. It is the face of an angel. Our hands grip tightly, our eyes 259 lock, and our souls begin to intertwine. This has never happened 260 before... ever. 261 The crowd continues to rush on, and we are equally oblivious of 262 them. That which has fallen to the ground from our hands is soon 263 forgotten as we are no longer in the material realm. All that has been 264 left behind us, our seperate lives are no longer a reality. We are now 265 one and my heart beats with the full commitment of maintaing our single 266 life force. 267 No one exists any longer for in my universe there is but one, 268 and we are happy in our isolation, happy to be the sum of all existance. 269 The creation of the future is of no importance as we only consider that 270 which is of the moment, that which is now. 271 Rushed in the crowd, shoulder to shoulder, there is no one out 272 here for me. I thought there was once, but now I can't even recall 273 the face. My daydreams irritate me all the more. 274 OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO One on One OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 275 276 change "her hand mine" to read "her hand takes mine" 277 278 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 279 The human brain processes sensations. Deprived of its input, it manufactures 280 its own. The sensorium of the human, when constantly bombarded with sensation, 281 achieves a rough balance with its environment by desensitizing itself. As 282 the sensory input decreases, the organism attempts to maintain a sensory 283 balance by increasing the sensitivity of the sensory organs. 284 To the piper, time had long since ceased to have meaning. The first bolt 285 of fear that had filled him with the realization that he could see nothing, 286 the anaesthesia that deadened his sense of touch, the leaden quiet that 287 kept him from even hearing the throb of his own heart, all seemed like only 288 preludes as he became disconnected from the more subtle senses that we all 289 own but do not name. The tiny sensory feedback loops that tell us the position 290 of our limbs, the vague "digestive sensations", the reports of skeletal 291 pressure, muscle tone, the operating feedback loops of the marvelously complex 292 machine that serves as a vehicle for our conciousness, all dwindled into the 293 soft greyness that filled space around the piper, interpenetrating his 294 entire being. 295 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 296 ---- balderdash !!!!!!!!!!! 297 -=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+> 298 Moicro-SNAP!-nauts 299 -=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+> 300 I think...or rather calculate, that the above border is better than the first, 301 because of the simple addition of the 302 -=+> 303 ^ 304 rather than just the ole' -+> 305 anyway, 306 K . I . S . net 307 rules!! 308 The old AW is back (just a a new ~name.)~ 309 and with 3 DRIVES!! Dr #3 has 3000 lines! 310 well... 311 be sensi ya 312  micro---forget it 313 -=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+> 314 315 ---- alwayshappy ---- balderdash !!!!!!!!!!! 316 317 -------------------------------------------------Unicorns or Virgins, why either 318 __________________________________________________________________ 319 Hope springs eternal, even in summer, fall, and winter. Yet not 320 even hope can reach down into the depths of the soul and rescue a 321 floundering person from the vast shoreless ocean of depression. If 322 a drowning man in the sea has no hope but the sharks and the jelly 323 fish, what possible hope can the drowning man awash in this vast 324 ocean have? Man is afraid of the water just as he is afraid of 325 depression. It is a feeling of remoteness and helplessness that 326 causes the initial panic. The panic is soon followed by a defense 327 mechanism that quickly gives way to utter hopelessness. And there 328 we stand, the circle now being complete, back to hope, and the 329 lack there of. Hope gone, love gone, life gone. There is no other 330 end or means. 331 ______________________________________________________________c___ 332 CALL K.I.S. NOW!!!!!! 333 lemme guess, not an AE board right? 334 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. 335 Emu had an interesting idea. Actually, the more he thought about it, 336 the worse it sounded - but it might just work. The basic risk was that it 337 could easily kill them all. 338 "Okay everyone," Emu anounced to the gathered adventurers, "we've got 339 a problem. We've lost one of our friends, and we have to get him back. 340 However, Piper *is* in a position to feed us information on this ZEB 341 creature. If Cragmore can maintain communications with Piper and get the 342 information from him, we might learn how to defeat the creature." 343 "I propose a plan " Emu continued "one that we must all agree upon 344 before we can implement it. First, as long as Piper can hold up, with 345 Cragmore's help, we gather as much info as possible. Second: Trainor, 346 I've noticed that you do have capabilities for extending the Pell-Mell' 347 gravity field to the exterior of the ship. Do you think that we could 348 tighten the field, and aim it at an object, creating a tractor beam of 349 sorts?" 350 "Well, I suppose..." 351 "Good. Tin, since you seem to know what you're doing with grav 352 systems, would you and Fencer assist Trainor on the needed conversions. 353 Now, Bard, how accurate is our guidance and physical jump control? In a 354 five parsec jump, can we hit a one hundred yrd radius target?" 355 "At that distance? That's getting awfully tight." 356 "But can we do it?" 357 "With practice, and a helluva lot of luck, maybe." 358 "Okay, this is what I'm thinking." Emu took a deep breath, than 359 continued: "When Piper can't hold out any longer, we'll plot for a position 360 within the ZEB creature and within tractor beam range of Piper. We grab 361 Piper with the beam, and jump back out as quickly and as far as we can, 362 without loosing Piper. That's the easy part, providing that our friend 363 ZEBie doesn't decide to blast us to kingdom come. The trick will be to get 364 Piper out of raw space and into the ship. I'm hoping that with the tractor, 365 we'll be able to pull him to the airlock." 366 Tin Man cut in. "You know, Emu, we might be able to set up an air bubble 367 in the gravity beam to wrap Piper in." 368 "Good idea, Tin Man." Emu responded. "Now, the big question: does 369 everyone think that this is worth trying? Trainor? It's your ship, and 370 you know more about ZEBie than the rest of us. What do you think?" 371 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.Emu 372 __________________________________________________________________________ 373 Drowning, we can gasp and choke. Our lungs filled with dark water. The 374 ocean is hopelessness which streaches endlessly around us. It consumes us. 375 The light falls short of eternity's edge. The water is dark at its depths 376 and man lies in its thickest darkness. Man is not like the fish who flounders 377 on land. When he allows himself, he will float to the ocean's surface. He 378 can not remain in the deathstate too long. Slow, quick, he will come to the 379 airy world like a babe emerging from the womb. He must let go of dispair, 380 clinging to the darkness, and allow the light to shine. 381 ____________________________________________________________________e___ 382 (((*))) 383 ]]]][[[[]]]][[[[ 384 so who's the evangelist? 385 [[[[]]]][[[[]]]] 386 I live 387 U live 388 We live 389 *%_#)@*%_@#)*%_@)#*^)_#@*)_@#(%@#)@#&^)_@*)_@&^_)@*%_)@#%_)*%_*_*_%_@*_@#)_@%_)^)&@)_@%_)@#&%)_&^@_)*^)@*^@)_&^*@)_^*@ 390 We interrupt these stories for an important technical message... 391 Mikey: On the CPM disks... What does VA.COM do? Does READCPM allow the IBM to read Kaypro? Does it need to be RUNned 392 or is it MSDOS? What part of the CPeMulator does REENTER play? What does SAVE.COM do? When running the INSTALL.CPM for 393 the MTBASIC, I get an ERROR 20 <- invalid operation code. I get the same except with a 28 when running MTBASIC.CPM, 394 and a 08 when running COPY.CPM. PIP.CPM runs ok, is it the same PIP we all know and love? SPACE.CPM says BDOS Begins 395 at EC00 when run, is this correct? WRDCLEAN works - for WS right? COMPRESS works, GENLYNC works, and AMDINST works. 396 The .HEX file for AMODEM is about 58k long. In order to convert this from Intel hex format to loadable format I need 397 to run it through DDT right? I do not have LOAD or MLOAD, so it must be DDT. I will let you know how it works on the 398 LNW. Thanks for your help. 399 We know return to your regular programming... 400 *)_*%#$)_*%@#)_*@#)_^@#)_^*@)&%@)_%@_)%& L'homme sans Parity *%_@*%_)*%@_)#*%@#&^)_@#&%)_@#_^&$@_)&_)%!_)&%_!#)&!_)&%_) 401 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 402 Max: 100% ML? Not P-Code, or ML created by a subset compiler? Interesting. 403 L'homme: Will do, if need arises. I'm just wondering how I'm going to get to 404 PSU in the first place, if Tri-Mess drivers go on strike. Must arrange 405 alternate transport, pronto. Hmmmm... 406 +++++++++++++++++++++++++ 407 "All magical spells are balanced in power. Energy that is channeled from 408 other planes of existance must be replaced, usually by the destruction of 409 matter in this plane. Normally, the matter that is destroyed is the air 410 exhaled during the spellcasting itself. Other objects, however, may be more 411 desirable. Not all matter supplies return energy in equal amounts. [See Also 412 Spellcasting, Diverting Magical Energy, Argentium, and Material Components]" 413 [Exerpted from 'Dweomer Dictionary', fourty-second edition] 414 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 415 "No ideas come to mind immediately. Tell you what, I'll sleep on it", the 416 Doctor said. He stared at the large black oval hovering above the basement 417 floor, and tugged at his ear, nervously. 418 Grann approached it, cautiously. "Is it aware?" 419 "No, Grann. Not in itself. Intelligent creatures may be monitoring it, 420 though. Some may be travelling along it now. Assuming we want to find the 421 cause of the Convolution, and I can't imagine why else we would be here, we'll 422 have to follow it to either end." 423 "I can rig up something to track it Spacetime wise, but you'll have to deal 424 with the rest of it, Milch. Wait, 425 can you modify the program in the TARDIS computer?" 426 "No. There was a measurable force pulling us to the destination. This time, 427 there isn't." 428 "How do we know that? The Black Box on the control panel might have switched 429 destinations." 430 "Then why show us this in the first place? Why not just go directly in?" 431 We decided there was nothing for it but to return to the TARDIS and find out. 432 The Doctor braced himself for another spell, and the trip back was less 433 eventful than the trip out. 434 We entered the control room, scanned it quickly. The box had vanished. 435 "So much for that idea," the Doctor mused. "We still don't know who/what sent 436 it. Or why." 437 "One way to find out, Doctor. Do whatever you can, Grann and I must find some 438 heavy-duty components for the spells I feel we'll need. Now Grann, Argentium 439 is a rare mineral, but can be found in quantity in particular deposits-" 440 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++++++ 22 Aug 85 - 8:50pm +++++++ 441 run 442 443 baseball has been very very good to me 444 445 *********************************************************************:: 446 L'Homme: So many questions! Where do I start... 447 VA.COM rename it to VA.CPM. then, use RUN VA FILENAME.TXT. Once loaded, hit 448 the escape key, it will show you the menu. Yes, READCPM allows the IBM to 449 read kaypro disks. To run, put Kaypro disk in B, then type READCPM B:. 450 SAVE.COM emulates the CP/M "save" command. Allowing you to save data to disk 451 from the CP/M transient memory (SAVE 150 FILENAME). MTBASIC is a Kaypro Z80 452 program, it will not run under the emulator. Same with COPY.CPM. PIP.CPM is 453 the PIP.COM that we all know and hate. What SPACE.CPM says is correct, it 454 shows the highest point of free memory within the CP/M transient memory. 455 WRDCLEAN is for WS files. You can use LOAD or MLOAD on the .HEX file, or use 456 DDT followed by the SAVE to save the image to disk, or just use DEBUG (normal 457 IBM prg) to load the HEX file and save it again. (DEBUG AMODEM.HEX< 458 NAMODEM.COM< W< Q< and you're done.) 459 Also, do you have access to any users group addresses? Thinking of sending 460 free copy of adventures as a promo. Yet another way to spread it around. 461 Looking at both IBM and Tandy groups. Try to get the disks into their libraries. 462 It would be worth the advertising to get the disks to them. 463 *************************** CISTOP MIKEY ************************************** 464 ***************************************************************************** 465 yep, that's me.... 466 ***************************alwayshappy**********kathyd*********************** 467 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 468 Deprived of external sensations, the piper's brain began to provide its own 469 inputs. Pitched to an extraordinary degree of sensitivity, the accidental 470 firing of a neuron became a major event for the brain. That tiny activity was 471 taken, expounded on like an item of gossip in a small town, passed from cell 472 to cell, across synapses aching with activity, and transformed into events 473 indistinguishable from reality. 474 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 475 -=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+> 476 Micronauts 477 -=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+> 478 I guess that my message got erased by the devious ctrl-c! I just hung up! in a hurry I guess...I'll try another day...when my 479 curcuits can handle....bye now.... 480 -=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+> 481 %*_@*%_@*%_)@#*%_@#*_!%!_*%!_&%!_%(!)_*%_&%)_*!_)@%)_!#*%_!#)(%!+%*_!)*%@#_)% 482 STOP THE PRESSES (and the disk duplicators) - Mikey, the sysop of Fido105 483 informed me that the ability to skip the AdventureWare message by pressing 484 the spacebar was a bad idea. He suggested that I clear the kb buffer out, 485 which is difficult to do when the destination machine is unknown. The pokes 486 on a real IBM are different than those on a Tandy or a Sanyo. You saw what 487 pokes can do to a 99 44/100ths compatible like the Zenith 150. Therefore, I 488 am going to put another pause loop in the program before it asks for the 489 . What does all this mean? New versions! Was that a sigh I heard? 490 Well, no rest for the wicked... I will be recompiling tonight, and I will get 491 a disk out to you ASAP. As for the user groups, I will take a disk out to 492 the IBM club, and Tom Almy has given me information on the new Tandy 1000/ 493 1200/2000? group in town. I will find out more, and possibly get the programs 494 to them too. Fido sysop will be uploading the programs to some east coast 495 biggies at 2400 baud as soon as I get the new versions to hip (upload)... 496 Maybe someday I can sit back and never have to worry about programming these 497 things again..... nah.... 498 Thanks for the CPM info. I wasn't aware I could use debug on CPM programs. 499 I guess it sometimes pays to have upward compatibility in your processors - 500 Teehee. 501 _*#_^)*#$_)*_!)*^)_!#*^@#)_*_@)^*@#^*@_ L'homme sans Parity %*)#@*%_@)*%@_)#%* 502 503 HMMM WELL WELL WELL WELL WELL WHAT DO WE HAVE HEARD A BBS YES AND IT'S AWESOME, BUT ONE THING I WANT TO DO 504 505 MOB RULES 506 MOB RULES 507 MOB RULES 508 SageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSage 509 "In my life, I have seen a procession of people. Which procession are you 510 asking about?" Quizzed the Sage, alert with a new question to answer. 511 "This procession does not have a name, although their vessel does," 512 "What is the name of the device, and when were they headed?" He quizzed 513 once again. This time less interested, and less alert. 514 "Their device is or was, will be, oh fooey. It is the 'Pell-Mell' and 515 it was headed off to meet an awfull bit of antimatter goo or something." 516 The sage sat for a moment and stared at his visitor rudely. He said, 517 you want me to believe a gang of paratemporals got in the something that 518 was described as the 'Pell-Mell' and took off after a blob of antimatter 519 goo or something. And if I believe this, we are going to see if they were 520 mentioned in a history book somewhere? Anywhere? Sideways in time, maybe?" 521 "Yes," Said our hero. 522 The Sage looked at his guest even more rudely now. 523 SageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSage 524 525 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 526 527 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*Zymphrumple op Cargh*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 528 With throbbing slowness levered his felloid from the scarred wooden table 529 and sat painfully up. 530 "woo thats rich" he said to no one in particular. "That house brew must 531 truely be a nectar of the Ghod(s). Potent it be for mortals such as we." 532 As the dizzyness in his head subsided it was replaced by a recurring melody 533 that could not be drivven off so easily!: 534 Oh I like little unicorms, I like the way they krunch 535 Yes I like little unicorns, there a kitterfly's favorite lunch... 536 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 537 Elseware Charmichael was also struggling up from the depths of morphius. 538 The first thing he noticed was the clean, sweat smelling bed beneath his 539 back. Try as he might, he could in no way remember getting there. Likewise 540 therefor he had not the slightest notion of how he had gotten there. 541 The second thing he noticed was a subtle yet all-pervasive sense of vibra- 542 tion. The dimly yet uniformly lighted room seamed almost alive with it from 543 every surface. Somehow, making a wild guess to himself, I must be on a ship. 544 Impulsively overwhealmed by a compulsion to satisfy his newly aroused 545 curiosity he roled up on one elbow and tried, too quickly, to sit up. An 546 impulse he instantly regreted. The rush of blood away from his brain almost 547 put him back under. 548 Flopping back down he waited for his pulse to stabelize at a more managable 549 level. It was then that he noticed the glowing word: 'call' on a single button 550 built into the night stand near his head, right next to what appeared to be 551 a speaker grill. 552 Cautiosly this time, and slowly, he brought his other arm over and touched 553 it with his thumb, then lay back, sighed and waited to see what would come next. 554 As he waited, a few dim memories begain swimming up, unbidden to concios- 555 ness. The first of these was of being scaried shit-less at having been dis- 556 couvered in a tire carrier under a truck! 557 Whait! Could anything that bizarr be a real memory he wondered. But then 558 he recognized the rough paiute face as belonging to an old friend who had been 559 his supervisor briefly during the year or so he had worked for the 'Suffering 560 Pathetic Railroad' 561 He rembered now. Before eather of them could speak he heard a loud noise 562 and his erstwhile 'friend's' face seemed to crumple in on itself. 563 That was the last he remembered before he passed out. Now he was here; 564 wharever here was... 565 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 566 simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple 567 568 she was quiet. so quiet that she was able to stand beside me for several 569 minutes. watching me as i stood at the arcade game, busily eradicating 570 insectoid images on the screen. i might have noticed her if i had been less 571 excited by the game. 572 which is no matter. she was obviously endowed with intelligence and 573 prettiness. i was obviously interested in the qualities. we were as well 574 matched at most couples at our age. 575 i turned on my heel. after loosing the eternal struggle of insect versus 576 2163 a.d. fighter aircraft. i ran into her, having suprised her. the 577 collision forced a familiarity of sorts. 578 suprised as we were, giggling commenced. neither of us stopped, and by 579 the time we had, her friends had noticed us. of course, they began to 580 giggle. we stood giggling. 581 i decided against persuing a relationship on tried and true grounds. i 582 voiced these grounds. "oh sure, we might fall headlong into love. it might 583 even last for a few months, but then what? our musical tastes would clash. 584 soon our fashion and entertainment tastes would too. after a while, our 585 only foundation for a relationship would be a sense of stability. in years, 586 we might marry, have children, grow old together, die peacefully. all 587 because of our, collision!" 588 quite an outburst, even for myself. she seemed even more suprised, she 589 giggled. i seemed impatient, a tiny bit regettful. she giggled again and I 590 smiled. 591 she calmed quickly and said, "Why not give it a try?" 592 593 John Dryden 594 Somewhere in Germany 595 February, 1985 596 597 simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple 598 599 {_} {-} {_} {-} 600 "I feel like a number..." 601 {_} {bob seger} 602 ---DS--------------------------------------Ride Across the River--------------- 603 I'm a soldier of freedom in the army of man 604 We are the chosen, we are the partisan 605 The cause it is noble and the cause it is just 606 We are ready to pay with our lives if we must 607 608 Gonna ride across the river deepe and wide 609 Ride across the river to the other side 610 611 I'm a soldier of fortune, I'm a dog of war 612 And we don't give a damn who the killing is for 613 It's the same old story with a different name 614 Death or glory, it's the killing game 615 616 Gonna ride across the river deepe and wide 617 Ride across the river to the other side 618 619 Nothing gonna stop them as the day follows the night 620 Right becomes wrong, left becomes right 621 And they sing as they march with their flags unfurled 622 Today in the mountains, tomorrow the world 623 624 Gonna ride across the river deepe and wide 625 Ride across the river to the other side 626 ---DS--------------------------------------Brothers in Arms-------------------- 627 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- 628 -+- Yes, I knew you were out there all along... -+- 629 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -JUGGLER- -+- -+- TOTAL NUMBER OF LINES = 629