Path: geech.gnu.ai.mit.edu!entropy From: entropy@alembic.acs.com (Mark-Jason Dominus) Control: rmgroup alt.slack Newsgroups: alt.slack Subject: Third Annual Mighty Marchday alt.slack rmgroup Message-ID: <5#23#119#001@geech.gnu.ai.mit.edu> Organization: Discordian Society Reply-To: entropy@alembic.acs.com (Mark-Jason Dominus) YOWZA! Greetings, miserable Earth beings, news administrators, and others! The stars have ridden their fiery courses to their appointed places, and are possessed of noble portent, for today is the long-awaited day of the THIRD ANNUAL MIGHTY MARCHDAY ALT.SLACK RMGROUP. EH? WHAT'S THAT, DEAR? Today is MARCHDAY (the First of March) and, partly in hopes of promogulating another fine net.tradition, but mostly just to be perverse, I am rmgrouping alt.slack again, as I have done for the past two years. You are invited to join me next March if you want to help promogulate the tradition or if you are also feeling perverse at that time of the year. WOW, MAN! TOTALLY RAD! For some, this is a joyous occasion, symbolic of the continual turning of the Wheel of Life. Some alt.slackers will CHUCKLE and WHOOP and flap their arms like CHICKENS. Some will REVEL in the sheer RANDOMNESS of FATE. Some will GRIN and send out a newgroup message right away, bringing back alt.slack, like the PHOENIX RISING FROM ITS OWN ASHES. Some will write PAMPHLETS about it. This is as it should be. PLEASE DON'T POKE OR TEASE THE MUNDANES. SOME, however, will not be so slackful. Some nonslackiferous self-styled devotees of "BOB" will be PISSED OFF that I have rmgrouped their favorite group. Last year, one was so pissed off, he wrote to my NEWS ADMINISTRATOR about it. He wanted my ACCOUNT taken away. I have news for you worms: My news admin is the news admin for the ENTIRE ORGANIZATION and he has only met me ONCE and he is NOT the system administrator of any machine I have an account on. Guess who is the sysadmin on my machines? I AM. So if you're pissed off, I suggest that you write to ME. Sure, let me know what you think. I'd love to hear from you. Incidentally, greyfaces, you'll note that this article was posted through ai.mit.edu, but I don't have an account at MIT, and that the return address is at alembic.acs.com, but I haven't used that account in eight months. So don't hassle anyone at either of those machines either. It won't do any good, and it will make some innocent bystanders upset. WHAT THE CRITICS SAY: ``I vote FOR the brutal and quick destruction of alt.slack.'' ``I vote that you rmgroup alt.slack and alt.xibology, and then create alt.kibology as a replacement.'' ``ASSHOLE.'' ``Agreed its mostly a boring load of rubbish...'' ``...give the pinks their own kibo-group.'' ``Yes, it's much more lame than rancid fish intestines however, so's much of the rest of usenet these days. Enough people seem to be posting to this and reading it that we actually generate some small change in revenue due to it. Hey, it might even have paid for a couple of my pens. So you see, it's really not so lame that capitalists can't actually benefit by it! What a country we live in.'' IF YOU'RE PISSED OFF: Play the official PISSED OFF AT MARCHDAY GUESSING GAME and try to attribute this passage: I hope this does piss you off, you DUMBASS ZEALOTS! Hell, go ahead, bring on those psychic curses! Beg your "BOB" to destroy me! I fear none of your pitiful witch-doctor hexes, based as they are on patently absurd superstitions, for the power of the almighty "BOB" gives me Dominion over you. Begone, unclean spirit! THE YEAR IN REVIEW. This was a good year for my Peace of Slack. I had sex with four women, three men, and assorted inanimate objects. I wrote many essays and stories and drew some good pictures. I participated in a fax art Project. I wrote some good programs. I did not take any more LSD. I smoked only four cigarettes. I fell in with bad company: anarchists and wobblies. The SCUM Manifesto came back into print. I made a Holy Pilgrimage to the Grave of Emperor Norton and introspected, eventually deciding that I was taking myself too seriously. (What else can you do at the Grave of Emperor Norton?) BLAH BLAH BLAH. WHAT'S MY POINT? The point of all of which is, of course, that Life is infinitely delightful in its bountiful multiplicity of unpredictable detail, and so I hope you will consider this control message as part of that delightful bounty of unexpected details. See you next year. Mark-Jason Dominus Grand Vizopterix, Discordian Society entropy@alembic.acs.com (Dick Feynman Epopterie)