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To: Gauguin who wrote (27621)	6/5/1999 4:33:00 PM
From: melinda abplanalp	Respond to of 71178

2.99 wine....maybe that's what's wrong with you. I'd be pissed off too.

To: Gauguin who wrote (27621)	6/5/1999 4:36:00 PM
From: jpmac	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

The stuff issue rears it's beastly head again. The means to domination of the world's people is through piddling us into submission. No time to think, no time to protest. Too busy piddling through the morass of trumped up chores in a futile effort to stay on top of things. I'd rather be under the covers.

To: Gauguin who wrote (27621)	6/5/1999 5:59:00 PM
From: jbe	Respond to of 71178

Stuff makes me mad. I am too important for stuff. Me, too. I am a fire ant. Me, too. ...We don't really have a civilization, we have an anthill of insignificance. Billions of insignificant pissant activities, making more pissants. Seems like that sometimes, doesn't it? It's bull, and the bastards are going to die, and I am going to dance on all their graves. I'm going to mutilate their stiffened bodies before they're dumped by the side of the road............ I'm fine. Why do you ask? Hahahahahaha....Love it! jbe

To: Gauguin who wrote (27621)	6/6/1999 3:23:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

Wading through the mountains of smelly, moldy clothes (when will I learn not to put wet bathing suits with the dirty clothes in plastic bags on long trips?)I have staggered to the computer, which was turned off for the past 8 days, and it says malfunctioning something or other. Type in password I have never put a password in this computer. There is no password. I finally figured out I had to run setup again. I don't know why, but at least it got me to my little icon bar, which is my gateway to SI----and DAR--- and ohmigod!-- there are 1153 messages. No way can I read all these posts. So I wade in looking for something on which to hang a hello, but they all look intimidatingly intellectual, which is not at all where I am at the moment, if ever, and wait---YES! Always reliable Gaugs has written-Stuff makes me mad. Well, yeah! Ain't it the truth! Someone e-mailed me this this week, which seemed apropos as the Westbrook clan has worked hard all year to enjoy one week of the Bahamas. The American businessman was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the boat were several large Yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them. The Mexican replied that it took only a little while. The American then asked why he didn't stay out longer and catch more fish. The Mexican said that he had enough to support his family's immediate needs. The American then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?" The fisherman said, " I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my wife, Maria, and stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life, senor." THe American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds buy a bigger boat, and with the proceeds from the bigger boat, you could buy several boats; eventually you would have a fleet. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you would sell directly to a processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product,processing and distribution. You could move to Mexico City, then LA, and eventually New York where you will run your expanding enterprise." The Mexican replied, "But, senor, how long will this take?" The American answered, "Fifteen to twenty years." "But then what, senor?" "This is the best part! WHen the time is right you announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very, very rich!" "Rich, senor? But then what?" "Then you would retire, move to a small coastal village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your grandkids, take a siesta with your wife, and stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play guitar with your amigos."