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From: John Fields on 10 Apr 2010 12:53 On Sat, 10 Apr 2010 04:58:42 -0700 (PDT), "oparr(a)hotmail.com" <oparr(a)hotmail.com> wrote: >>Ah, you're going away now. Good news. > >Yep, riding off into the sunset. I'll post the "circuit" on my website >for maximum mileage. A nanosecond of fame here just isn't woth it. You >probably know the adage regarding "throwing your pearls to swines". >Farewell "screwface Allison". --- "oparr" was a strange little duck who thought that he'd just turn to luck and "reveal" to the world (while keeping them furled) some "pearls" he picked up from the muck. He wanted a pathway to fame but knew that his sojourn was lame so he thought up a plot that he thought was quite hot: not to prove, but to dictate his claim. And so onto USENET he trolls with a tale that's soon shot full of holes 'bout a circuit so fine it was nearly divine but whose workings he kept with the moles. "I'll _not_ share with swine types like you, my pearls." said the arrogant shrew, "But they'll be on my site, so that others might bite, and not gag on my lies, like you do." And so he got into his hearse, and drove west for better or worse, and thought how to learn about how he could turn his ear into a fine silk purse. JF
From: oparr on 10 Apr 2010 17:40 Dusk gave way to night as Oparr and his trusty steed made distance between themselves and the camp of the Butoski. Behind were the hills and vales of Kamora and before lay the Ameridian plains, home to Alfe the sacred river which ran through many a cavern and bottomless pit. Much had been said of its healing powers and bestowal of immortality to the greatest of the great. Little did Oparr know that already Butoski men were singing praises to his greatness and their women writing poems and stories for their young. For they had seen his might and power, spontaneous stellar conversion, a gift from Jasofar. Thus began the legend of Oparr, The Magnificent, Last of the great Krystal warriors. Chapter 97 of the Akashic During the reign of Jasofar the most high Planet Krystal, galaxy Arbitron (8.2 trillion light years from the Milky Way) On Apr 10, 12:53 pm, John Fields <jfie...(a)austininstruments.com> wrote: >
From: John Fields on 11 Apr 2010 09:56 On Sat, 10 Apr 2010 14:40:52 -0700 (PDT), "oparr(a)hotmail.com" <oparr(a)hotmail.com> wrote: >On Apr 10, 12:53�pm, John Fields <jfie...(a)austininstruments.com> >wrote: >> --- "oparr" was a strange little duck who thought that he'd just turn to luck and "reveal" to the world (while keeping them furled) some "pearls" he picked up from the muck. He wanted a pathway to fame but knew that his sojourn was lame so he thought up a plot that he thought was quite hot: not to prove, but to dictate his claim. And so onto USENET he trolls with a tale that's soon shot full of holes 'bout a circuit so fine it was nearly divine but whose workings he kept with the moles. "I'll _not_ share with swine types like you, my pearls." said the arrogant shrew, "But they'll be on my site, so that others might bite, and not gag on my lies, like you do." And so he got into his hearse, and drove west for better or worse, and thought how to learn about how he could turn his ear into a fine silk purse. JF >Dusk gave way to night as Oparr and his trusty steed made distance >between themselves and the camp of the Butoski. Behind were the hills >and vales of Kamora and before lay the Ameridian plains, home to Alfe >the sacred river which ran through many a cavern and bottomless pit. >Much had been said of its healing powers and bestowal of immortality >to the greatest of the great. > >Little did Oparr know that already Butoski men were singing praises to >his greatness and their women writing poems and stories for their >young. For they had seen his might and power, spontaneous stellar >conversion, a gift from Jasofar. Thus began the legend of Oparr, The >Magnificent, Last of the great Krystal warriors. --- Traveling the Ameridian plains for years, Oparr eventually crossed into the land of Usenet and ventured into the village of sed, a gathering-place of fierce warrior-philosophers who practiced the art of debunkery. Within hours of his pretense to glory, Oparr's words were shown to be false, his honor besmirched, his credibility ruined, and thus ended the legend of Oparr, forever after known as Oparr of the Forked Tongue. JF
From: Jim Thompson on 11 Apr 2010 20:47 On Sun, 11 Apr 2010 08:56:07 -0500, John Fields <jfields(a)austininstruments.com> wrote: >On Sat, 10 Apr 2010 14:40:52 -0700 (PDT), "oparr(a)hotmail.com" ><oparr(a)hotmail.com> wrote: > >>On Apr 10, 12:53�pm, John Fields <jfie...(a)austininstruments.com> >>wrote: >>> >--- >"oparr" was a strange little duck [snip] Who apparently lives in or near Chandler, AZ. If someone can locate his supposed website I'll track down his employer :-) ...Jim Thompson -- | James E.Thompson, CTO | mens | | Analog Innovations, Inc. | et | | Analog/Mixed-Signal ASIC's and Discrete Systems | manus | | Phoenix, Arizona 85048 Skype: Contacts Only | | | Voice:(480)460-2350 Fax: Available upon request | Brass Rat | | E-mail Icon at http://www.analog-innovations.com | 1962 | The only thing bipartisan in this country is hypocrisy
From: krw on 11 Apr 2010 21:37
On Sun, 11 Apr 2010 17:47:32 -0700, Jim Thompson <To-Email-Use-The-Envelope-Icon(a)On-My-Web-Site.com> wrote: >On Sun, 11 Apr 2010 08:56:07 -0500, John Fields ><jfields(a)austininstruments.com> wrote: > >>On Sat, 10 Apr 2010 14:40:52 -0700 (PDT), "oparr(a)hotmail.com" >><oparr(a)hotmail.com> wrote: >> >>>On Apr 10, 12:53�pm, John Fields <jfie...(a)austininstruments.com> >>>wrote: >>>> >>--- >>"oparr" was a strange little duck >[snip] > >Who apparently lives in or near Chandler, AZ. > >If someone can locate his supposed website I'll track down his >employer :-) AZ_Nomad? (or whatever its name) |