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To: rudedog who wrote (79245)	3/9/2000 7:50:00 AM
From: rupert1	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 97611

COMPAQ and SI Part 1 rudedog: actually a selection of your posts, along with victor and el, might make good reading for cpq people... This is how it works. Friday night, "CPQ people" leave the office. They would say "TGIF", but they're too pooped. On the way home they stop at a roadhouse. EP is there, singing "My Way" to Karaoke in a charming Bavarian accent. The fractured light from the spinning crystal ball animates his coiffure. In the corner Rosen is trying to be one of the boys. He holds court in blue shirtsleeves, his tie casually unknotted and an "Ask Jeeves" baseball cap. Young Micheal Capellas is a laughing at all his jokes, the sweat on his bald pate reflects the luminous green neon Heineken sign over the juke box. EP finishes to catcalls from the Rosen crowd. Young Michael grabs the mic. He dedicates his song "to the wisest person in the whole wide world, to my own personal Svengali". The Karaoke starts up the intro to "New York, New York". In Frankie Sinatra lounge lizard style, Michael trails the mic cord and sings to Rosen "....if you can make it here you can make it anywhere....". That evening all over Houston, COMPAQ people hunker down for the weekend. It starts with beer and long immobile sessions staring at the TV. They watch wild animal documentaries especially the kind showing predators stalking and eating their prey. By 2 a.m. they are sated, and switch to lots of re-runs of Curly, Larry and Mo. They are slipping into a state of semi-hibernation which carries over to Saturday. Like zombies they go about their family duties, shopping, washing the car - drained, detached and beginning to entertain hihilistic thoughts. By Sunday they are ready for rejuvenation. Some of them go to church, but most of the them surf the TV channels looking for the best bits from the TV evangelists. Then its football. The Steelers or the Rams the Cowboys or the Bulls become the COMPAQ's the DELLS the IBM's. Suffused with religious fervour from the morning's TV watching they luxuriate in the righteous agression of their champions, they feel the crunch of bones and they taste blood. The football is interrupted by a trailer about the FI season. The black and silver of the BMW-Williams car screams across the screen at 200 miles an hour, with "COMPAQ" splashed all over it.