"Keith Hosman KC8TCQ" wrote in message
...
Know thyself. If you need
help, call the C.I.A.


Go placidly amid the noise & waste, & remember what comfort there may be in
owning a piece thereof.
Avoid quiet & passive persons unless you are in need of sleep.
Rotate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself and heed well their advice
even though they be turkeys;
know what to kiss and when.
Consider that two wrongs never make a right but that three lefts do.
Wherever possible, put people on hold.
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity & disillusionment and despite
the changing fortunes of time, there will always be a big future in computer
maintenance.
Remember the Pueblo.
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, & mutilate.
Know yourself; if you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs, especially with those persons
closest to you.
That lemon on your left, for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls would scarcely get
your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore; it will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth, birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan;
and let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
Hire people with hooks.
For a good time, call 606-4311; ask for Ken.
Take heart amid the deepening gloom that your dog is finally getting enough
cheese; and reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot, it could only
be worse in Milwaukee.
You are a fluke of the universe; you have no right to be here,
and whether you can hear it or not, the universe is laughing behind your
back.
Therefore make peace with your God whatever you conceive Him to be:
Hairy Thunderer or Cosmic Muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises & urban renewal, the world continues to
deteriorate.
Give up.

Brenda Ann Dyer wrote:

"Keith Hosman KC8TCQ" wrote in message
...
Know thyself. If you need
help, call the C.I.A.

Go placidly amid the noise & waste, & remember what comfort there may be in
owning a piece thereof.
Avoid quiet & passive persons unless you are in need of sleep.
Rotate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself and heed well their advice
even though they be turkeys;
know what to kiss and when.
Consider that two wrongs never make a right but that three lefts do.
Wherever possible, put people on hold.
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity & disillusionment and despite
the changing fortunes of time, there will always be a big future in computer
maintenance.
Remember the Pueblo.
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, & mutilate.
Know yourself; if you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs, especially with those persons
closest to you.
That lemon on your left, for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls would scarcely get
your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore; it will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth, birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan;
and let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
Hire people with hooks.
For a good time, call 606-4311; ask for Ken.
Take heart amid the deepening gloom that your dog is finally getting enough
cheese; and reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot, it could only
be worse in Milwaukee.
You are a fluke of the universe; you have no right to be here,
and whether you can hear it or not, the universe is laughing behind your
back.
Therefore make peace with your God whatever you conceive Him to be:
Hairy Thunderer or Cosmic Muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises & urban renewal, the world continues to
deteriorate.
Give up.

Please give credit for this...

"dxAce" wrote in message
...


Brenda Ann Dyer wrote:

"Keith Hosman KC8TCQ" wrote in message
...
Know thyself. If you need
help, call the C.I.A.

Go placidly amid the noise & waste, & remember what comfort there may be
in
owning a piece thereof.
Avoid quiet & passive persons unless you are in need of sleep.
Rotate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself and heed well their
advice
even though they be turkeys;
know what to kiss and when.
Consider that two wrongs never make a right but that three lefts do.
Wherever possible, put people on hold.
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity & disillusionment and
despite
the changing fortunes of time, there will always be a big future in
computer
maintenance.
Remember the Pueblo.
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, & mutilate.
Know yourself; if you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs, especially with those persons
closest to you.
That lemon on your left, for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls would scarcely
get
your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore; it will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth, birds, clean air, tuna,
Taiwan;
and let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
Hire people with hooks.
For a good time, call 606-4311; ask for Ken.
Take heart amid the deepening gloom that your dog is finally getting
enough
cheese; and reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot, it could
only
be worse in Milwaukee.
You are a fluke of the universe; you have no right to be here,
and whether you can hear it or not, the universe is laughing behind your
back.
Therefore make peace with your God whatever you conceive Him to be:
Hairy Thunderer or Cosmic Muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises & urban renewal, the world
continues to
deteriorate.
Give up.

By Tony Hendra - 1972 (as performed by National Lampoon)

Please give credit for this...


Sorry, thought I had gotten the writer in there in the first place. Always
give credit where it's due.

Brenda Ann Dyer wrote:

"dxAce" wrote in message
...


Brenda Ann Dyer wrote:

"Keith Hosman KC8TCQ" wrote in message
...
Know thyself. If you need
help, call the C.I.A.

Go placidly amid the noise & waste, & remember what comfort there may be
in
owning a piece thereof.
Avoid quiet & passive persons unless you are in need of sleep.
Rotate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself and heed well their
advice
even though they be turkeys;
know what to kiss and when.
Consider that two wrongs never make a right but that three lefts do.
Wherever possible, put people on hold.
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity & disillusionment and
despite
the changing fortunes of time, there will always be a big future in
computer
maintenance.
Remember the Pueblo.
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, & mutilate.
Know yourself; if you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs, especially with those persons
closest to you.
That lemon on your left, for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls would scarcely
get
your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore; it will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth, birds, clean air, tuna,
Taiwan;
and let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
Hire people with hooks.
For a good time, call 606-4311; ask for Ken.
Take heart amid the deepening gloom that your dog is finally getting
enough
cheese; and reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot, it could
only
be worse in Milwaukee.
You are a fluke of the universe; you have no right to be here,
and whether you can hear it or not, the universe is laughing behind your
back.
Therefore make peace with your God whatever you conceive Him to be:
Hairy Thunderer or Cosmic Muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises & urban renewal, the world
continues to
deteriorate.
Give up.

By Tony Hendra - 1972 (as performed by National Lampoon)

Please give credit for this...


Sorry, thought I had gotten the writer in there in the first place. Always
give credit where it's due.

Thanks, it's a nice piece and deserves credit.

"dxAce" wrote in message
...


Brenda Ann Dyer wrote:

"dxAce" wrote in message
...


Brenda Ann Dyer wrote:

"Keith Hosman KC8TCQ" wrote in message
...
Know thyself. If you need
help, call the C.I.A.

Go placidly amid the noise & waste, & remember what comfort there
may be
in
owning a piece thereof.
Avoid quiet & passive persons unless you are in need of sleep.
Rotate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself and heed well their
advice
even though they be turkeys;
know what to kiss and when.
Consider that two wrongs never make a right but that three lefts do.
Wherever possible, put people on hold.
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity & disillusionment and
despite
the changing fortunes of time, there will always be a big future in
computer
maintenance.
Remember the Pueblo.
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, & mutilate.
Know yourself; if you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs, especially with those
persons
closest to you.
That lemon on your left, for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls would
scarcely
get
your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore; it will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth, birds, clean air, tuna,
Taiwan;
and let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
Hire people with hooks.
For a good time, call 606-4311; ask for Ken.
Take heart amid the deepening gloom that your dog is finally getting
enough
cheese; and reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot, it
could
only
be worse in Milwaukee.
You are a fluke of the universe; you have no right to be here,
and whether you can hear it or not, the universe is laughing behind
your
back.
Therefore make peace with your God whatever you conceive Him to be:
Hairy Thunderer or Cosmic Muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises & urban renewal, the world
continues to
deteriorate.
Give up.

By Tony Hendra - 1972 (as performed by National Lampoon)

Please give credit for this...


Sorry, thought I had gotten the writer in there in the first place.
Always
give credit where it's due.

Thanks, it's a nice piece and deserves credit.




It's called "The Deteriorata," and the last time I saw it was on vinyl on
the LP "National Lampoon's Radio Dinner."

There's some really hilarious stuff on there.

-- Stinger

Stinger wrote:

"dxAce" wrote in message
...


Brenda Ann Dyer wrote:

"dxAce" wrote in message
...


Brenda Ann Dyer wrote:

"Keith Hosman KC8TCQ" wrote in message
...
Know thyself. If you need
help, call the C.I.A.

Go placidly amid the noise & waste, & remember what comfort there
may be
in
owning a piece thereof.
Avoid quiet & passive persons unless you are in need of sleep.
Rotate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself and heed well their
advice
even though they be turkeys;
know what to kiss and when.
Consider that two wrongs never make a right but that three lefts do.
Wherever possible, put people on hold.
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity & disillusionment and
despite
the changing fortunes of time, there will always be a big future in
computer
maintenance.
Remember the Pueblo.
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, & mutilate.
Know yourself; if you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs, especially with those
persons
closest to you.
That lemon on your left, for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls would
scarcely
get
your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore; it will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth, birds, clean air, tuna,
Taiwan;
and let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
Hire people with hooks.
For a good time, call 606-4311; ask for Ken.
Take heart amid the deepening gloom that your dog is finally getting
enough
cheese; and reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot, it
could
only
be worse in Milwaukee.
You are a fluke of the universe; you have no right to be here,
and whether you can hear it or not, the universe is laughing behind
your
back.
Therefore make peace with your God whatever you conceive Him to be:
Hairy Thunderer or Cosmic Muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises & urban renewal, the world
continues to
deteriorate.
Give up.

By Tony Hendra - 1972 (as performed by National Lampoon)

Please give credit for this...


Sorry, thought I had gotten the writer in there in the first place.
Always
give credit where it's due.

Thanks, it's a nice piece and deserves credit.




It's called "The Deteriorata," and the last time I saw it was on vinyl on
the LP "National Lampoon's Radio Dinner."

There's some really hilarious stuff on there.

Indeed, I was very much aware of what it was. Simply wanted credit given.

"dxAce" wrote in message
...


Stinger wrote:

"dxAce" wrote in message
...


Brenda Ann Dyer wrote:

"dxAce" wrote in message
...


Brenda Ann Dyer wrote:

"Keith Hosman KC8TCQ" wrote in message
...
Know thyself. If you need
help, call the C.I.A.

Go placidly amid the noise & waste, & remember what comfort
there
may be
in
owning a piece thereof.
Avoid quiet & passive persons unless you are in need of sleep.
Rotate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself and heed well
their
advice
even though they be turkeys;
know what to kiss and when.
Consider that two wrongs never make a right but that three lefts
do.
Wherever possible, put people on hold.
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity & disillusionment
and
despite
the changing fortunes of time, there will always be a big future
in
computer
maintenance.
Remember the Pueblo.
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, & mutilate.
Know yourself; if you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs, especially with those
persons
closest to you.
That lemon on your left, for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls would
scarcely
get
your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore; it will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth, birds, clean air,
tuna,
Taiwan;
and let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
Hire people with hooks.
For a good time, call 606-4311; ask for Ken.
Take heart amid the deepening gloom that your dog is finally
getting
enough
cheese; and reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot, it
could
only
be worse in Milwaukee.
You are a fluke of the universe; you have no right to be here,
and whether you can hear it or not, the universe is laughing
behind
your
back.
Therefore make peace with your God whatever you conceive Him to
be:
Hairy Thunderer or Cosmic Muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises & urban renewal, the world
continues to
deteriorate.
Give up.

By Tony Hendra - 1972 (as performed by National Lampoon)

Please give credit for this...


Sorry, thought I had gotten the writer in there in the first place.
Always
give credit where it's due.

Thanks, it's a nice piece and deserves credit.




It's called "The Deteriorata," and the last time I saw it was on vinyl
on
the LP "National Lampoon's Radio Dinner."

There's some really hilarious stuff on there.

Indeed, I was very much aware of what it was. Simply wanted credit given.


I see. As far as I know, the album isn't available on CD, but I have seen
some fairly low-quality MP3's floating around of some of the cuts.

-- Stinger

Stinger wrote:

"dxAce" wrote in message
...


Stinger wrote:

"dxAce" wrote in message
...


Brenda Ann Dyer wrote:

"dxAce" wrote in message
...


Brenda Ann Dyer wrote:

"Keith Hosman KC8TCQ" wrote in message
...
Know thyself. If you need
help, call the C.I.A.

Go placidly amid the noise & waste, & remember what comfort
there
may be
in
owning a piece thereof.
Avoid quiet & passive persons unless you are in need of sleep.
Rotate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself and heed well
their
advice
even though they be turkeys;
know what to kiss and when.
Consider that two wrongs never make a right but that three lefts
do.
Wherever possible, put people on hold.
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity & disillusionment
and
despite
the changing fortunes of time, there will always be a big future
in
computer
maintenance.
Remember the Pueblo.
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, & mutilate.
Know yourself; if you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs, especially with those
persons
closest to you.
That lemon on your left, for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls would
scarcely
get
your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore; it will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth, birds, clean air,
tuna,
Taiwan;
and let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
Hire people with hooks.
For a good time, call 606-4311; ask for Ken.
Take heart amid the deepening gloom that your dog is finally
getting
enough
cheese; and reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot, it
could
only
be worse in Milwaukee.
You are a fluke of the universe; you have no right to be here,
and whether you can hear it or not, the universe is laughing
behind
your
back.
Therefore make peace with your God whatever you conceive Him to
be:
Hairy Thunderer or Cosmic Muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises & urban renewal, the world
continues to
deteriorate.
Give up.

By Tony Hendra - 1972 (as performed by National Lampoon)

Please give credit for this...


Sorry, thought I had gotten the writer in there in the first place.
Always
give credit where it's due.

Thanks, it's a nice piece and deserves credit.




It's called "The Deteriorata," and the last time I saw it was on vinyl
on
the LP "National Lampoon's Radio Dinner."

There's some really hilarious stuff on there.

Indeed, I was very much aware of what it was. Simply wanted credit given.


I see. As far as I know, the album isn't available on CD, but I have seen
some fairly low-quality MP3's floating around of some of the cuts.

I recall listening to the LP at one time or another. That was a long time ago.

dxAce wrote:

Stinger wrote:

"dxAce" wrote in message
...


Brenda Ann Dyer wrote:

"dxAce" wrote in message
...


Brenda Ann Dyer wrote:

"Keith Hosman KC8TCQ" wrote in message
...
Know thyself. If you need
help, call the C.I.A.

Go placidly amid the noise & waste, & remember what comfort
there
may be
in
owning a piece thereof.
Avoid quiet & passive persons unless you are in need of
sleep.
Rotate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself and heed
well their
advice
even though they be turkeys;
know what to kiss and when.
Consider that two wrongs never make a right but that three
lefts do.
Wherever possible, put people on hold.
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity &
disillusionment and
despite
the changing fortunes of time, there will always be a big
future in
computer
maintenance.
Remember the Pueblo.
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, & mutilate.
Know yourself; if you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs, especially with
those
persons
closest to you.
That lemon on your left, for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls would
scarcely
get
your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore; it will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth, birds, clean air,
tuna,
Taiwan;
and let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
Hire people with hooks.
For a good time, call 606-4311; ask for Ken.
Take heart amid the deepening gloom that your dog is
finally getting
enough
cheese; and reflect that whatever misfortune may be your
lot, it
could
only
be worse in Milwaukee.
You are a fluke of the universe; you have no right to be
here,
and whether you can hear it or not, the universe is
laughing behind
your
back.
Therefore make peace with your God whatever you conceive
Him to be:
Hairy Thunderer or Cosmic Muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises & urban renewal, the
world
continues to
deteriorate.
Give up.

By Tony Hendra - 1972 (as performed by National Lampoon)

Please give credit for this...


Sorry, thought I had gotten the writer in there in the first
place.
Always
give credit where it's due.

Thanks, it's a nice piece and deserves credit.




It's called "The Deteriorata," and the last time I saw it was on
vinyl on
the LP "National Lampoon's Radio Dinner."

There's some really hilarious stuff on there.

Indeed, I was very much aware of what it was. Simply wanted credit
given.

So what are you the author or just some jerk with too much time on his
hands? The only thing I have seen you author here is some juvenile
posts calling people names. So that must mean you are just some jerk
with too much time on his hands. Am I right?

Grundig wrote:

dxAce wrote:

Stinger wrote:

"dxAce" wrote in message
...


Brenda Ann Dyer wrote:

"dxAce" wrote in message
...


Brenda Ann Dyer wrote:

"Keith Hosman KC8TCQ" wrote in message
...
Know thyself. If you need
help, call the C.I.A.

Go placidly amid the noise & waste, & remember what comfort
there
may be
in
owning a piece thereof.
Avoid quiet & passive persons unless you are in need of
sleep.
Rotate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself and heed
well their
advice
even though they be turkeys;
know what to kiss and when.
Consider that two wrongs never make a right but that three
lefts do.
Wherever possible, put people on hold.
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity &
disillusionment and
despite
the changing fortunes of time, there will always be a big
future in
computer
maintenance.
Remember the Pueblo.
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, & mutilate.
Know yourself; if you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs, especially with
those
persons
closest to you.
That lemon on your left, for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls would
scarcely
get
your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore; it will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth, birds, clean air,
tuna,
Taiwan;
and let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
Hire people with hooks.
For a good time, call 606-4311; ask for Ken.
Take heart amid the deepening gloom that your dog is
finally getting
enough
cheese; and reflect that whatever misfortune may be your
lot, it
could
only
be worse in Milwaukee.
You are a fluke of the universe; you have no right to be
here,
and whether you can hear it or not, the universe is
laughing behind
your
back.
Therefore make peace with your God whatever you conceive
Him to be:
Hairy Thunderer or Cosmic Muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises & urban renewal, the
world
continues to
deteriorate.
Give up.

By Tony Hendra - 1972 (as performed by National Lampoon)

Please give credit for this...


Sorry, thought I had gotten the writer in there in the first
place.
Always
give credit where it's due.

Thanks, it's a nice piece and deserves credit.




It's called "The Deteriorata," and the last time I saw it was on
vinyl on
the LP "National Lampoon's Radio Dinner."

There's some really hilarious stuff on there.

Indeed, I was very much aware of what it was. Simply wanted credit
given.

So what are you the author or just some jerk with too much time on his
hands? The only thing I have seen you author here is some juvenile
posts calling people names. So that must mean you are just some jerk
with too much time on his hands. Am I right?

Yet another new identity with the first post to usenet only yesterday!