marty@ism780c.UUCP (Marty Smith) (08/14/86)
Once, when I was depressed, I collected empty toilet paper rolls. By the time I got back to normal I had over seven hundred. I kept them in a large cardboard box that I painted baby blue, like the sky above the clouds above Seattle. I made art forms out of them, by gluing them together side by side but skewed so they were not end to end. One looked like an abstract sailing ship, another like an unraveled DNA molecule. I was going to enter them in the Puyallup Fair art contest, but I was afraid someone would laugh at me. So I stayed home. It rained that day, and there was a terrible accident on the same road I would have taken to the fair. I would've been dead now, all because I saved that first empty toilet paper roll. I'm a lucky man, aren't I? Martin Borges Smith
jeffs@quad1.UUCP (Jeff Sonstein) (08/15/86)
> > > Once, when I was depressed, I collected empty toilet paper rolls. By the > time I got back to normal I had over seven hundred. I kept them in a large > cardboard box that I painted baby blue, like the sky above the clouds > above Seattle. > > Martin Borges Smith there IS no sky over Seattle (or Eugene, for that matter)... just more clouds...
inc@fluke.UUCP (Gary Benson) (08/18/86)
Marty, Old Bud,
Once, when you were depressed, you collected empty toilet paper rolls. By
the time you got back to normal you had over seven hundred. You kept them
in a large cardboard box that you painted baby blue, like the sky above the
clouds above Seattle. You made art forms out of them, by gluing them
together side by side but skewed so they were not end to end. One looked
like an abstract sailing ship, another like an unraveled DNA molecule. You
were going to enter them in the Puyallup Fair art contest, but you were
afraid someone would laugh at you. So you stayed home. It rained that
day, and there was a terrible accident on the same road you would have
taken to the fair. You would've been dead now, all because you saved that
first empty toilet paper roll. You're a lucky man, aren't you?
--
Ensign Benson
-Space Cadet-
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-The Digital Circus, Sector R-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_bill@sigma.UUCP (William Swan) (08/23/86)
In article <583@quad1.UUCP> jeffs@quad1.UUCP (Jeff Sonstein) writes: >> Once, when I was depressed, I collected empty toilet paper rolls. By the >> time I got back to normal I had over seven hundred. I kept them in a large >> cardboard box that I painted baby blue, like the sky above the clouds >> above Seattle. [...more drizzle, uh drivel...] >> Martin Borges Smith >there IS no sky over Seattle (or Eugene, for that matter)... just more >clouds... Hey! That *is* the sky, whaddya talking about? That blue stuff you see elsewhere's gotta be somekinna pollution! Not like here's, with the pure clear drizzle, anna moss, anna slugs (uh,oh)..