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To: Janice Shell who wrote (12634)	7/5/2000 5:30:15 PM
From: Razorbak	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 32871

I think Bob has handled himself with extraordinary grace and perseverance during this entire fiasco, which was, BTW, not of his making. That is a testament to him as an individual. Razor

To: Janice Shell who wrote (12634)	7/5/2000 7:13:07 PM
From: 2MAR$	Respond to of 32871

Silicon Investor is a Slow...slower....slowing slug...slowly slugging.. dying on the back of a sloth.. ..slurred & slammed.. .crashed and crossed , misplaced and lost like cookies that get tossed exploded and imploded till no spark is left , the last fizzle in the black-hole of space.... In this dark place we crawl, over maimed and mutated micro glass shards tiny towers of babel of broken code splinters that painfully rip and pierce our torn belly's , though we crawl on... welcome to this deformed and cruelly crippled place where nothing is sacred not even our names this is our home ... in the deep-freeze of space , an eternally still, unmoving, and wretched void we once saw so alive, we once saw rolling so hi.... now so strangled and mangled this nether region we call SI.... In these lonsesome latter years an angel throng, bewinged bedight sat in a theatre to see, a play of hopes and fears and the programers plight... The programmers , mere puppets they who at bidding of vast formless things behind the scenes , shift the sceney to and fro and flapping from out their condor wings invisable endless and eternal woe and hidden in the hopeless morass of endless chaos and dashed plight of broken codes and broken plots.... ...the ravens whisper nevermore, never more , and ye can hear their frightful call: "May we have another bug please !" ;) Edgar~Allen~2mars~Poe