Subj: BLCH1 Good Times Gazette Vol 4 Ed 8 (Part1) Date: 05/18/98************************************** Best Lil Chathouse 1 Good Times Gazette Vol. 4 Ed. 8 (Part 1) ************************************** Contents.... (Part 1) A Word from Me From the Cootie Grax Files Queries for Quinn (Part 2) The Birthday List Seen in BLCH1 BLCH Hosting Schedule Credits ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A WORD FROM ME...
{{{{ Gang*** }}}} Whatcha know... here it is time again for the Gazette. Well..... um, actually.... it is kinda overdue
But hey -- who's counting -- right?? Okay -- this is a Good News/Bad News kinda thingie here, so let me get right to it: Bad News: It is kinda hard for me to write this article for the Gazette, cause it will be my last article as the Editor for Gazette. <sigh> Unfortunately, because of my schedule IRL and my other on-line commitments, I am finding it hard to juggle all the responsibilities that I have heaped on my head these days. I have been giving this a great deal of thought and, well, honestly, I have no choice but to give up some things. Good News: We have found a wonderful new editor!!! YAYAYAYAYAY I would like all of you to take some time and welcome DRAGONZfyr as the new editor of the BLCH1 Good Times Gazette!!!! Now most of you know the DRAGON or have seen him flying around the room. Please be sure to say hiyas to him and welcome him on as the boss here at the Gazette ;) And finally -- thank you to all of the folks that have helped me over the last year!! I certainly could not have done it without each and every one of you!!{{{{{ Dizz***, Tee***, Jas***, Cootie***, Quinn***, Kalyn*** & Todd***}}}}}
Happy chattering to y'all and I will see around the halls of BLCH1!! Laura~~~~
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Hiya Gang!! Oooops... look who's taking the reins of the Gazette... I hope someone hasn't made a big mistake
I wish it was under happier circumstances though. Laura devoted alot of herself to the Gazette, and it's sad for me to see her go. Hehehe... next time you see her, give Laura a big hug and wish her the best ;)~ Todd :) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
From the CootieGrax Files...
So, I intercepted a letter from some kid at summer camp to his parents! What's the big deal about reading someone else's mail..........after all, I'm sharing it with you!! NOW, you'll read it too!!! Lake Typhoid Somewhere, USA Dear Mom and Dad, We are having a great time here at Lake Typhoid. Scoutmaster Webb is making us all write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and worried. We are okay. Only one of our tents and two sleeping bags got washed away. Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up on the mountain looking for Chad when it happened. Oh yes, please call Chad's mother and tell her he is okay. He can't write because of the cast. I got to ride in one of the search and rescue jeeps. It was neat. We never would have found him in the dark if it hadn't been for the lightening. Scoutmaster Webb got mad at Chad for going on a hike alone without telling anyone. Chad said he did tell him, but it was during the fire so he probably didn't hear him. Did you know that if you put gas on a fire the gas can will blow up? The wet wood still didn't burn, but one of our tents did; also some of our clothes. John is going to look weird until his hair grows back. We will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster Webb gets the car fixed. It wasn't his fault about the wreck. The brakes worked okay when we left. Scoutmaster Webb said that a car that old you have to expect something to break down; that's probably why he can't get insurance on it. We think it's a neat car. He doesn't care if we get it dirty, and if it's hot, sometimes he lets us ride on the tailgate. It gets pretty hot with ten people in a car. He let us take turns riding in the trailer until the highway patrolman stopped and talked to us. Scoutmaster Webb is a neat guy. Don't worry, he is a good driver. In fact, he is teaching Terry how to drive. But he only lets him drive on the mountain roads where there isn't any traffic. All we ever see up here are logging trucks. This morning all of the guys were diving off the rocks and swimming out in the lake. Scoutmaster Webb wouldn't let me because I can't swim and Chad was afraid he would sink because of his cast, so he let us take the canoe across the lake. It was great. You can still see some of the trees under the water from the flood. Scoutmaster Webb isn't crabby like some scoutmasters. He didn't even get mad about the life jackets. He has to spend a lot of time working on the car, so we are trying not to cause him any trouble. Guess what? We have all passed our first aid merit badge. When Dave dove in the lake and cut his arm we got to see how a tourniquet works. Also Wade and I threw up. Scoutmaster Webb said it probably was just food poisoning from the leftover chicken. I have to go now. We are going into town to mail our letters and buy bullets. Don't worry about anything. We are fine. Love, Cole This is CootieGrax...........NO MORE MAIL PLEASE!!!
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Well, due to an overly-zealous spell checker, you have all been receiving the wrong adress to send me your questions, so if this was a problem for anyone, SORRY!. The correct address, with two(2) N's, not one, is mail4quinn@aol.com Please put something like "newsletter Question" in the subject area. Thanks! I freely admit that with the struggles to get my store ready for the pool season, and now that I am on my 7 days a week schedule again, I haven't really thought about an article for this issue. Then again, no one had any questions for me either, so everyone must sitting fat and happy these days, lounging in their hammocks, sipping a mint jullip, while Leon Redbone sings "Dancin' on Daddy's shoes" on the cd player... sorry, I was thinking about what I'd like to be doing, instead of sitting here in the store, waiting for more customers. Besides, I have too much work to do planting new rose bushes, heather, ground cover, etc. before I can even think about actually USING my deck. ( I think I just found my topic!) Sitting here, staring at my " labour saving device" (the Personal computer) I just started wondering where all that free time went. You know; the free time that all these modern conviences were supposed to provide. Sure, you can do your work faster, but some S.O.B. at the competeing business, or the guy at the next desk is going to use his computer to get MORE work done, and you have to compete with him for business or a promotion, so YOU get to do MORE work now too. In my case, the PC means I can save money by not paying the accountant as many hours to process the business taxes, and I can better control my store inventory, and I can process water tests faster. The computerization of my company means I can save money because I also don't need to hire full time help, just a part-timer, who only comes in three days a week. Ah, the PC, responsible for my having no one to talk to at work all day. (can we say "stir-crazy" ?) Needless to say, this is what happens every time we get a " labour saving device". Look at the washing machine and dryer. When they were luxuries, you tlaked to the other women as you were banging the clothing on a rock, and spreading it out on bushes. Then you got a swanky, brand new washer with the ringer! You still were able to talk to the neighbors over the back fence while hanging cloths out on the line, and as time progressed, those who couldn;t afford the luxury could go to the laundromat, instead of the olcal stream rock pile. This is no longer the case. Well, yes, you can meet people at the laundromat, but the folks who still use a laundromat are not the cleanest looking folks in the first place, compared to the days when the washer was a luxury item. Frankly, I don't WANT to meet them, as I found out recently when my washing machine died. Now you have time to talk, but no place to go do it. OOPS! sorry, The gal next door just went to work, so she could buy a wahser and dryer, with her free time. Honey, gee, maybe you should get a job too? We did always want to get central air. ARGH ! ! ! ! In general, every luxury eventually becomes a necessity, and suddenly, the time it saved is being spent doing something else. If you didn't "need" the modern devices like air conditioning, cell phones, surround sound big screen televisions, sattelight dishes, etc., how many hours WOULD you need to work? Now you know why I do historic re-enactments. The special equipment doesn't cost as much as a boat or any more than a set of golf clubs, and there is no membership to deal with every year. More importantly, at night, when the tourists are gone, with no televisions, radios, telephones, or AOL (no really), people gather together to sit around the campfire, make thier own entertainment, and share that increasingly vanishing art in society today, good conversation. Well, a customer just came in, so I need to test thier swimming pool water, so they can work a few more hours to keep the pool clean, so they can entertain and provide a distraction at home for the children, since just talking isn;t good enough any more. Thanks to movies, video games, cars, amusement parks, etc, you have to "do" something these days. You can't just stay home, unless home IS an amusement park, so I need to close. I have to get back to perpetuating/helping solve the problem, LOL. ( No, I don't own a pool or a hot tub. I swim when it gets too hot sitting in the canoe when I go fishing (which I MAY get to do, once every few years), or I prefer to float down the river in an innertube for a few hours. You get to meet people, and the scenery is always changing. Mom had a pool. We filled it in.) Until next time... Quinnalt, Cranky Old Curmudgeon in Training for the BLCH-1 Editors Note: If you have a subject, questions or comment for Quinn - please write to him a Mail4Quinn ~~ we newsletter folks really do like to hear your suggestions!!! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
And on to Part 2...