* Message extracted by frazZle via Telegard 3.00
 * Message extracted Thu 04 Jul 1996  12:35a
       Message to : frazZle
             From : Merlyn
          Subject : Re: Chat #1 - hey hey lookout fer the penguin hunters hey hey hey
        Date/Time : Tue 02 Jul 1996  6:55p

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Ú(ø) quoting frazZle@ dated Sun 30 Jun 1996  5:51p
À(ù) quoted Merlyn in a box of rain 'bout Re: Chat #1 - hey hey lookout fer

fr>      i was working!
fr>      but thanks for letting me know :)

Well, since you missed it, I am now obligated (by law, actually. not
intentionally by law, it was a typo in some corporate tax bill, but by law
nonetheless) to make you feel like you missed something reallly good.

Which you did.

Trans-continental audio/video linkup with chicago and then LA. The people from
LA completely matched their stereotypes. Wow. And then you got to miss people
you know completely and utterly outclass a bunch of americans with some cool
poetry. Of special note, a really satirical, yet fairly subtle jab at
scientoligists by that Josh guy, after which, the people in LA announced that
half of them were scientologists. Hee heee. Then off to find Falafals. Dancing
a polka in gastown for the tourists! Woo! Lots of stuff happens. Lamp-post is
moved. Confontation of sorts with police. Have very pleasent conversation with
one of the officers, the other guy's a grump. Then we send off that Josh guy to
the hospital to get 11 stitches in his hand. Cthulu and Candide and James Joyce
and Akasha and Merlyn all go back to house of Cthulu, endowment lands, lots of
stuff, kept awak by orchaestra of snoring of Cthlu and Akasah and James Joyce.
Candide and Akasha and James Joyce and Merlyn go get breakfast ant benny's, go
play on sand bars at spanish banks, drop off James Joyce, somehow end up in the
bowels of north Van, etc etc, yadda yadda yadda.