Article: 288700 of talk.bizarre From: firstname.lastname@example.org (Seán Sheehan) Newsgroups: alt.basement.graveyard,alt.angst,alt.bitterness,talk.bizarre Subject: Wham, Spam, Thank you Ma'am Date: Mon, 02 Dec 1996 07:31:17 GMT Organization: Need for Speed Ltd Lines: 33 Message-ID: <email@example.com> Reply-To: firstname.lastname@example.org USENET is dead. Not really. It's just buried in a basement somewhere. Spam abounds, get rich quick, see my dick (or someone else's purporting to be mine since it's bigger) in technicolour (or 256 colours of your choice) ... whatever. The time has come to exhume the mouldy USENET of old... rusty shovels biting hungrily into humus-rich loam: a meal for the dead and dying; last rites for the sick. Call a spade a spade, not a manually-wielded digging implement. Seek and ye shall find. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The white bleached bones of errant posters (as opposed to poseurs) of old lie open to the midday yellow light of a 60W bulb, deep in the bowels of the earth (or as far as the basement staircase allows). Seek we excrescence? Nay, the jewels of yesteryear. The posts with the most. The playback from way back. The rave from the grave. Are you one of these? Doth thou wit and wisdom provide subsoil for the humus of deja news? Now you know where to gather. Seán The ability to entertain (in whatever form) a must. Home of THE Who's not Who on Alt.Angst http://mickey.iafrica.com/~alleycat/home1.htm email to: email@example.com "She's going shopping ... shopping for shoes ..."