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From: Wieland Willker <willker@chemie.uni-bremen.de>
Date: Mon, 04 Dec 1995 08:19:36 -0100
Subject: From the archive...
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From: Doug Alan <nessus@ATHENA.MIT.EDU>
Subject: Through rain or wind or snow...
Date: Wed, 23 Nov 88 14:02:31 EST
As many astute readers of The Love-Hounds Digest will probably already
know, due to mailer problems, The Love-Hounds Digest sent out this
morning went out incomplete, and did so about ten times. I am very
sorry about any problems this may have caused you with your disk
quota, phone bills, and system manager. The cause of this problem is
that IED posted a 220Kbyte article, the size of which causes many
mailers a serious case of indigestion.
PLEASE REFRAIN FROM DOING THIS AGAIN.
[Today it's history and we can all smile about it, right?
"The cause of this problem is that IED posted a 220Kbyte article..."
sounds just tooo good. --WIE]
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IED on this:
"Incidentally about thirty other IED postings sent to Love-Hounds in October
and
November have STILL NOT APPEARED...|>oug!"
[THIRTY!! Where are you now, IED? --WIE]
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A while later:
"As Love-Hounds know, IED has no scruples about cluttering up the
Love-Hounds airwaves with excessive wordblocks. Here are the "complete"
lyrics of _December_Will_Be_Magic_Again_, Lizooshka."
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Do you know, that IED had a digital love-affair with auntie Lizoo?
And now: The extra hard KT question: Who is uncle Bertie?
[Convention question 1996?]
Yeah, goode ole times...
What has become of youhohoo...
Best wishes
Wieland
"The other night MarK and he held another marathon SymKatesium, and
afterward IED was forced to come to the conclusion that the only thing in
life worth wasting any thought on at all is Kate Bush. Everything else is
just killing time."
-- Andrew Marvick
(staring at the phosphour through the eyes of a zealot.)