tombl (03/09/83)
Agree.
jfw (03/10/83)
How about if we all mail our uucp sources to rabbit!root, causing the disks there to fill until rabbit dies [hmmmm] unless someone gives rabid!bimmler suicide lessons...
rtm (03/10/83)
The net.suicide community is being much too hard on Bimmler. Suppose she gave up and went away? What, then, would you all have to think about, argue about, and flame at? Life would not be worth living if all of you had homogenious brains.
berry (03/11/83)
#R:cbosgd:-323000:zinfandel:11700013:000:219 zinfandel!berry Mar 10 09:07:00 1983 That will only work if rabbit has a source license.... If not, we could all be committing net.suicide by mailing uucp source to them. Berry Kercheval Zehntel Inc. (decvax!sytek!zehntel!zinfandel!berry) (415)932-6900
li134ad (03/14/83)
Too hard on Bimmler? Gods! The person is showing all the humanity and sensitivity of a pile driver! Freedom of speech I agree with, but the dissemination of venom I don't. I don't hate her, but I wish she'd be a little more polite (at least) or friendly (better). Anything wrong with being friendly? annoyed and concerned, Jack of Shadows.
gnu (03/15/83)
Just mail /etc/termcap to rabbit instead. It's public domain, and besides, if bimmler ever tried to merge all of them she'd stop having time to submit inflammatory articles.
iy47ab (03/15/83)
I have only one last thing to say on the subject of bimmler, and then I will be forever silent. I refuse to actively condemn someone, but I have been deeply hurt by being sneakily poked into revealing something about myself that I didn't really want publicly known and so I feel I have to tell this little story, which happened about two years abou ago. (sorry!) I used to be the main female writer on another net when I was working for San Diego City Schools, and one day I was surpri surprised and delighted to find another woman's name on the net. I wrote her a little hello letter, and soon we began corresponding. Within about a month we were fast friends. She was the girl I'd been searching for as a confidante; enough like me that we could get along, not as phony as the women I worked around, and very very likeable. Well, finally, after spilling my guts to her all over the net, I got an anonymous phonecall one day from some male personage telling me that this girl I had become so fond of was in fact a creation of one of his male friends; a fellow I'd met over the net, and had been exceedingly bored by. I didn't believe him, but he kept calling, and finally one day Kevin (the boring one) himself called and admitted his trick. I still didn't believe it, but the girl stopped writing, and I felt very, very hurt. After all, it wasn't that I had so many deep dark secrets; only that I would have liked to know who it was I was telling these things to. Hurt and disappointed, I soon stopped netwriting, and the message/mail programs were removed two weeks later; I had voiced my upset and all the netters ended up boycotting the net. It was removed for lack of use. I think we were all suddenly afraid that the person we were talking to wasn't real. Enough said. Arwen