Originally posted by rborist1
The only animal to be caged in Bob's zoo here (and I am not ashamed to admit it)! Thanks for keeping it free Bob. At least I am free for all to see if someone wishes to enter the now infamous zoo.
Here was the response in a forum that doesn't censor:
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Conference:<u> Banished to the Zoo</u>
From: Bob Wulkowicz (
[email protected])
Topic: Introduction (1/1)
Date: Saturday, December 12, 1998 08:15 PM
Mark Twain wrote a short story about a man idly reading the instructions on the back of his train ticket while listening to the rhythmic clicks of the train wheels as he traveled to the West. "Punch in the presence of the passenger," the small ticket said--and with little else to do, he read and reread the tiny packet of words.
Soon, the text and the sound of the wheels merged into a little ditty that he couldn't get out of his head. I think it went something along the lines of "Punch, brothers. Punch with care. Punch in the presence of the passenger." (That may not be bad, considering I haven't read the story in 40 or so years.)
Anyway, the poor man couldn't get rid of the refrain. The train wheels clicked continously and the song endlessly repeated itself. Driven, he went from person to person, trying to pass it on. At the end of the story, he finally escapesd it--and you realize to your horror, that he got rid of the tune by giving it to you, the reader.
Now Craig is no Twain, but he does qualify as a little choo-choo by being the first occupant of our brand-new Zoo.
I don't delete letters in my forum, but I can ship them out here to the zoo. They still exist intact as free speech, but they're in a new context of fellow curiosities. Since there's no one else here yet, Craig remains a singular curiosity for a while.
His offense was to post a No Topic letter that follows below. Take fair warning note that if you follow the link, you are taken to a semi-addled-less-sense site that captures your browser and forces you to punch OK many, many times until you're released.
No finesse of Twain, these guys. It's a lot closer to sticky toilet paper that won't get off the bottom of your shoe than it is to the gently adhesive transparencies of Clemens. But, maybe it's cute to someone who's pushed a video game button all his life.
So, Craig's letter is now here, looking out from between the bars, staring back at us while we smile in at him. He's certainly free to write again, but he should be aware of the zoo keepers that persist in peeking around the corner once in a while and eyeing him suspiciously.
Perhaps if he had been more literate, perhaps if he had aspired to talk about trees a few times before he tried being funny with a boomers' sense of humour, he wouldn't now be fingering through the food bowl looking for a carrot.
Ah, well. See you next week, Mr. J. Take solace you're not in the petting section
Bob Wulkowicz
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From: Craig Jabs (
[email protected])
Topic: No Topic (1/1) (1/1)
Date: Saturday, December 12, 1998 04:17 PM
If your need'in a laugh here is a good one, things are not what they seem, so don't worry, be happy!
http://members.tripod.com/~nukiee/game.html
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