Since, of course, I'm seeking my fair or unfair share of brownie points, I decided to write a dripping letter of congratulation to the UP bunch. This about sums it up: I laughed so hard I still hurt. (Kevin J. Turneau kjt6545@is2.NYU.EDU)
Did you know that I can't access most of the links from the Utopia Parkway? I keep getting 404 Not Found messages. Wassup wid dat? (Matt powersm@elwha.evergreen.edu)[Sorry guys - because of - *ahem* - disk space considerations (let's just say we've got enough GIFs crammed in here to choke the most magnanimous of sysadmins. No, really. It's happened.), we've got our stuff spread around a number of obliging servers. And often, one or more of them is down. Please be patient and try again later...We *are* working on a plan that will alleviate most of these problems. But you have to understand, our plan to dominate the universe has to come first. Thanks. -ed.]
Pretty keen. So keen, in fact, that merely saying "keen" doesn't seem like an adequate enough reward for all your work. However, not having the money to buy you a small fiefdom (besides, you already live in a castle and have that cyber-fief anyway), I must instead read to you from a random entry in "Mrs. Byrne's Dictionary of Unusual, Obscure, and Preposterous Words": (rifling through pages) Ah. Here we go -- "quoz (n.) - something ridiculous, absurd, or strange." And another: "quonking (n.) - side-line chatter that disturbs a performer (slang)." (The Highly Illustrious Randyman randyman@netcom.com)
One of the best i have ever seen!!!! As it happens I am at work and within view of a "Box of Rags" box!!!! You knew that, didn't you???? (Patrick Brooks pbrooks@printnet.com)
...oh... and i was wondering... whose feet are those on your page? (Jesse A. Kozloski jakozlos@turing.uncg.edu)[An excellent question. We're delighted to inform you that those are the feet of Gerald R. Ford there on the right, and Mr. Boutros Boutros-Ghali himself on the left. -ed.]
Yes. Please sign me up. I apologize for ending a sentence in a preposition, but these things happen. My address is: wmpe72c@prodigy.com, my name is: Judy van Wingerden[Well, Judy, we understand the difficulties you encountered, but we think it's asking just a *bit* much to think we could forgive you for. This grave error in. Judgement on. This particular area of. Grammar in. Our beautiful mother toungue around. ...nevermind. -ed.]
I thought I'd let you know that I am filing a suit against you and your fellow Utopia creators. My Utopia is nothing like this, and I feel you have mislead me in my own attempt to find Utopia. I could have been climbing mountains in Tibet, or seeking solace in Brazil, but instead I have floundered around your web page, looking for Utopia. You can expect a summons and other legal stuff in the days to come. (David A. Gilman dgilman@ix.netcom.com)[Bet you didn't count on us calling 1-800-LAWYERS, did you? Ha ha *HA*! Now go back to your so-called utopia, your false reality. But do drop by for tea next Tuesday? -ed.]
chug a chug a Jess train! chug a chug a Jess train! chug a chug a Nathan train! chug a chug a Nathan train! chug a chug Lesley train! Chug a chug a Lesley train! chug a chug a Matt train! chug a chug a Matt train! chug a chug a fast train! chug a chug a fast train! bleepy bloopy robot girl! bleepy bloopy! robot girl! It's cold outside and they will kill you if you don't cry for your mother.(beanie@golden.org Robert Hickey)
I've decided to skip the middle man. I'm making my own RAM. All it takes is some honey, some thread, and some plastic. I'm upgrading to a gig of RAM. I'll make you some too. (beanie@golden.org Robert Hickey)[Wow, sounds like a real gravy train. -ed.]
