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Photo Forum / Film Photography / Darkroom / May 2004Another Michael Scarpitti?
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,114256,00.html Well, only 'our' Michael can answer this... Michael...? > http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,114256,00.html > Well, only 'our' Michael can answer this... > > Michael...? > > > http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,114256,00.html First, Fox news isn't. Its more of a conservative outlet for crap (notice the book advertisement on that page...for the Conservative book club). And yes while the story is true, I doubt our very own MS would take that much time away from posting the dreck he does here to do something useful as confront the timber industry. > > Well, only 'our' Michael can answer this... > > [quoted text clipped - 8 lines] > that much time away from posting the dreck he does here to do > something useful as confront the timber industry. USEFUL? Confront the timber industry? Are you mad? They provide paper! > USEFUL? Confront the timber industry? Are you mad? They provide paper! However the PULP fiction YOU write does not require it.  SignatureWould you like to know the precise date of your own death? What if anything is too serious to be joked about? Do you ever spit or pick your nose in public? Yes useful. I do not find clear cutting, especially large amounts of Redwood tracts, a good practice. Proper forest management, and land management after harvesting timber, with respect to proper replanting of saplings and mindful of animal life, and their affect on the ecosystem, are MUCH more important than making paper. Perhaps if people would not follow most of your advice, there would be less of a demand for photo paper, which might save a few trees. LOL!!! Alexis > > > Well, only 'our' Michael can answer this... > > > [quoted text clipped - 10 lines] > > USEFUL? Confront the timber industry? Are you mad? They provide paper! > Yes useful. I do not find clear cutting, especially large amounts of > Redwood tracts, a good practice. Proper forest management, and land [quoted text clipped - 7 lines] > > Alexis Why don't you join THAT Michael Scarpitti? You apparently have more, much more, in common with him than I do.. You...envirolunatic.... > > Yes useful. I do not find clear cutting, especially large amounts of > > Redwood tracts, a good practice. Proper forest management, and land [quoted text clipped - 12 lines] > > You...envirolunatic.... I have on some levels, and should the situation arise again, I'd gladly do it. Beats sitting on my duff, writing dreck like you do. Alexis > > > Yes useful. I do not find clear cutting, especially large amounts of > > > Redwood tracts, a good practice. Proper forest management, and land [quoted text clipped - 16 lines] > > Beats sitting on my duff, writing dreck like you do. You flatter yourself... You could never reach the quality level of writing that I have achieved... Go join my namesake in prison, Michael 'James' Scarpitti Michael Anthony Scarpitti > Alexis > You flatter yourself... > You could never reach the quality level of writing that I have achieved... Of course if he chooses something other than toilet paper he may even surpass it. SignatureWould you like to know the precise date of your own death? What if anything is too serious to be joked about? Do you ever spit or pick your nose in public? > You flatter yourself... > You could never reach the quality level of writing that I have achieved... > > Go join my namesake in prison, Michael 'James' Scarpitti > > Michael Anthony Scarpitti How many names do you have??? I realize you use "Hans Beckert" on photo.net because your a.s got canned over there... Why so many, Mike? It isn't hard to figure out when both Hans and Mike spout the same dogmatic statements and post the same (poorly photographed) images as examples. You are a real smart guy... so answer this: what is your real name? > > You flatter yourself... > > You could never reach the quality level of writing that I have achieved... [quoted text clipped - 11 lines] > > You are a real smart guy... so answer this: what is your real name? Inge Landgut > > You flatter yourself... > > You could never reach the quality level of writing that I have achieved... [quoted text clipped - 11 lines] > > You are a real smart guy... so answer this: what is your real name? ( ) ** $J 1 00 %^M[] That's using the archaic spelling, which hasn't been used since the third century BCE. > From: mikescarpitti@yahoo.com (Michael Scarpitti) > Organization: http://groups.google.com [quoted text clipped - 22 lines] > That's using the archaic spelling, which hasn't been used since the > third century BCE. Yep, your knowledge of photographic materials is that dated for sure, Mr. Ladislav Loewenstein, III. >>> How many names do you have??? I realize you use "Hans Beckert" on photo.net >>> because your a.s got canned over there... [quoted text clipped - 12 lines] > Yep, your knowledge of photographic materials is that dated for sure, Mr. > Ladislav Loewenstein, III. Hey Scarpitti/Beckert/Loewenstein I see you got canned from Photo.net for lying about your identity. Man, you sure do lie a lot! Hmmm, you lie, you have dubious knowledge in the darkroom, and your photographs are pathetic. Guess I would go around faking names too... > Guess I would go around faking names too... Or just being the troll you normally are. >> Guess I would go around faking names too... > > Or just being the troll you normally are. Hey Mike! Shoot any rhinos at the zoo? Post some more of that yearbook crap you call photography! Come up with a more creative name next time on photo.net, so it doesn't only take me thirty seconds to get your a.s kicked off again. >Hey Mike! Shoot any rhinos at the zoo? I am beginning to think I need to filter all of the people who are not capable of filtering this idiot. Regards, John S. Douglas, Photographer - http://www.darkroompro.com Please remove the "_" when replying via email > From: John <use_net@darkroompro.com> > Organization: Posted via Forte APN, http://www.forteinc.com/apn/index.php [quoted text clipped - 6 lines] > > I am beginning to think It is about time. Don't open your mouth next time until you do. >>> Hey Mike! Shoot any rhinos at the zoo? >> >> I am beginning to think > >It is about time. Don't open your mouth next time until you do. Done Regards, John S. Douglas, Photographer - http://www.darkroompro.com Please remove the "_" when replying via email > It is about time. Don't open your mouth next time until you do. Just because you were correct, does not excuse you as the bozo patrol. >> It is about time. Don't open your mouth next time until you do. > > Just because you were correct, does not excuse you as the bozo patrol. Who asked you, captain dickless? > >> Guess I would go around faking names too... > > [quoted text clipped - 4 lines] > photo.net, so it doesn't only take me thirty seconds to get your a.s kicked > off again. You're next. > From: mikescarpitti@yahoo.com (Michael Scarpitti) > Organization: http://groups.google.com [quoted text clipped - 13 lines] > > You're next. Two to zero Mike/Hans... you lose. Which is appropriate for a loser. > > Guess I would go around faking names too... > > Or just being the troll you normally are. And who might YOU be, Sir? What do YOU know about anything? > And who might YOU be, Sir? What do YOU know about anything? I know you have pea size brain and a false sense of grandeur,.....I guess Jon was correct after all. But then again had he left your poor pathetic flea bitten butt alone you would have been a nice doggy and slept. Do us all a favor now, go back to sleep. On 4/6/2004 1:16 PM Ivan Kuturcockoff spake thus: >> And who might YOU be, Sir? What do YOU know about anything? > > I know you have pea size brain and a false sense of grandeur,.....I guess > Jon was correct after all. But then again had he left your poor pathetic > flea bitten butt alone you would have been a nice doggy and slept. Do us all > a favor now, go back to sleep. I thought the correct form for your name was "Ivanna Kuturcockoff". Signature... but never have I encountered a guy who could not be bothered to make his own case on his own show. - Eric Alterman on his appearance on Dennis Miller's bomb of a show on CNBC (3/17/04) > > And who might YOU be, Sir? What do YOU know about anything? > > I know you have pea size brain and a false sense of grandeur,.....I guess > Jon was correct after all. But then again had he left your poor pathetic > flea bitten butt alone you would have been a nice doggy and slept. Do us all > a favor now, go back to sleep. (93849708236456261396487`23578`235697056) . (8137783412473762,09) . (345130744123476-6304847) (Heh heh heh......) > From: mikescarpitti@yahoo.com (Michael Scarpitti) > Organization: http://groups.google.com [quoted text clipped - 9 lines] >> flea bitten butt alone you would have been a nice doggy and slept. Do us all >> a favor now, go back to sleep. Konrad Veidt, II? Gee Mike, you are as pathetic at creating fake names as you are as a photographer! > > From: mikescarpitti@yahoo.com (Michael Scarpitti) > > Organization: http://groups.google.com [quoted text clipped - 14 lines] > Gee Mike, you are as pathetic at creating fake names as you are as a > photographer! If you have something to say, shut up. Suggested reading for you, Jon: 'Bipedalism: Is it for You?' > From: mikescarpitti@yahoo.com (Michael Scarpitti) > Organization: http://groups.google.com [quoted text clipped - 28 lines] > > 'Bipedalism: Is it for You?' Suggested reading for you, Mike/Hans/whomever you fantasize you are today: "The Dummies Guide to Being a Complete f.cking Loser: How to create useless names for a pathetic person" Not that changing your name changes you--same poor darkroom knowledge, same lame photographs. Doesn't look like that will change. > > From: mikescarpitti@yahoo.com (Michael Scarpitti) > > Organization: http://groups.google.com [quoted text clipped - 36 lines] > Not that changing your name changes you--same poor darkroom knowledge, same > lame photographs. Doesn't look like that will change. This is what we expected from you. > From: mikescarpitti@yahoo.com (Michael Scarpitti) > Organization: http://groups.google.com [quoted text clipped - 45 lines] > > This is what we expected from you. "We"? Do you have a mouse in your pocket or by 'we' do you mean all your fake names? Or 'we' as in photo.net moderators that kicked your trolling a.s off the site? Here is your next fake name: Ima P. Loser. 'P' is for pathetic. > > From: mikescarpitti@yahoo.com (Michael Scarpitti) > > Organization: http://groups.google.com [quoted text clipped - 53 lines] > > Here is your next fake name: Ima P. Loser. 'P' is for pathetic. We are not amused, Onan... > From: mikescarpitti@yahoo.com (Michael Scarpitti) > Organization: http://groups.google.com [quoted text clipped - 65 lines] > > We are not amused, Onan... Get your hand out of your pants and then you will realize there is only one of you. And quit being such a loser... well, I guess you have proven that that isn't possible. > > We are not amused, Onan... > > Get your hand out of your pants and then you will realize there is only one > of you. And quit being such a loser... well, I guess you have proven that > that isn't possible. Do you think that your responses bother me? > Do you think that your responses bother me? Obviously he bothered you enough to get you to respond. > > Do you think that your responses bother me? > > Obviously he bothered you enough to get you to respond. (92481579801265198589561924) > From: mikescarpitti@yahoo.com (Michael Scarpitti) > Organization: http://groups.google.com [quoted text clipped - 10 lines] > > Do you think that your responses bother me? It is irrelevant what you think--the fact of the matter is that you are a deceitful loser, with an ego that is large in inverse relation to your darkroom knowledge. Thank you for your consistent dogmatic whine on photo.net--now newbies will not have to be UnScarpitti-ed since you have been kicked off. > > From: mikescarpitti@yahoo.com (Michael Scarpitti) > > Organization: http://groups.google.com [quoted text clipped - 16 lines] > photo.net--now newbies will not have to be UnScarpitti-ed since you have > been kicked off. Yeah...they will learn falsehoods taught by ignorant boneheaded zone-worshipping cretins like you..... > From: mikescarpitti@yahoo.com (Michael Scarpitti) > Organization: http://groups.google.com [quoted text clipped - 26 lines] > Yeah...they will learn falsehoods taught by ignorant boneheaded > zone-worshipping cretins like you..... You would have to understand the zone system in order to use it as an insult, Mike/Hans/loser. But instead of learning something, create a couple new lies to tell people. I loved the one about you photographing all those big 70s bands. Then again, since you are a consistent liar, who cares what you pretend to know. When all else fails, loser, you can always go back to your response to everything: "process it in Acutol". Or more accurately, "a.shole-it-all". > > From: mikescarpitti@yahoo.com (Michael Scarpitti) > > Organization: http://groups.google.com [quoted text clipped - 38 lines] > > Or more accurately, "a.shole-it-all". (27134629`050`2346570246578962893475206) : > From: mikescarpitti@yahoo.com (Michael Scarpitti) : > Organization: http://groups.google.com [quoted text clipped - 26 lines] : > Yeah...they will learn falsehoods taught by ignorant boneheaded : > zone-worshipping cretins like you..... : You would have to understand the zone system in order to use it as an : insult, Mike/Hans/loser. Maybe if he knew anything at all about photography he would have a leg to stand on. If you remember the images he bragged about last summer it'll be clear that he stinks as a photographer. SignatureKeep working millions on welfare depend on you ------------------- fwp@deepthought.com > Maybe if he knew anything at all about photography he would have a leg to > stand on. If you remember the images he bragged about last summer it'll be > clear that he stinks as a photographer. Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard To fetch her poor dog a bone; But when she came there The cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none. She took a clean dish To get him some tripe; But when she came back He was smoking a pipe. She went to the grocer's To buy him some fruit; But when she came back He was playing the flute. She went to the baker's To buy him some bread; But when she came back The poor dog was dead. She went to the undertaker's To buy him a coffin; But when she came back The poor dog was laughing. She went to the hatter's To buy him a hat; But when she came back He was feeding the cat. The dame made a curtsey, The dog made a bow; The dame said, "Your servant." The dog said, "Bow wow!" > Maybe if he knew anything at all about photography he would have a leg to > stand on. If you remember the images he bragged about last summer it'll be > clear that he stinks as a photographer. There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children, she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth, Without any bread, Whipped them all soundly, and sent them to bed. > : > From: mikescarpitti@yahoo.com (Michael Scarpitti) > : > Organization: http://groups.google.com [quoted text clipped - 35 lines] > stand on. If you remember the images he bragged about last summer it'll be > clear that he stinks as a photographer. Oh, thanks a lot Frank. I had hoped those pathetic images would never be dredged up out of my memory again, but thanks to you... :) Jon > > : > From: mikescarpitti@yahoo.com (Michael Scarpitti) > > : > Organization: http://groups.google.com [quoted text clipped - 42 lines] > > Jon Als Zarathustra dreissig Jahr alt war, verliess er seine Heimat und den See seiner Heimat und gieng in das Gebirge. Hier genoss er seines Geistes und seiner Einsamkeit und wurde dessen zehn Jahr nicht müde. Endlich aber verwandelte sich sein Herz,und eines Morgens stand er mit der Morgenröthe auf, trat vor die Sonne hin und sprach zu ihr also: "Du grosses Gestirn! Was wäre dein Glück, wenn du nicht Die hättest, welchen du leuchtest! Zehn Jahre kamst du hier herauf zu meiner Höhle: du würdest deines Lichtes und dieses Weges satt geworden sein, ohne mich, meinen Adler und meine Schlange. Aber wir warteten deiner an jedem Morgen, nahmen dir deinen Überfluss ab und segneten dich dafür. Siehe! Ich bin meiner Weisheit überdrüssig, wie die Biene, die des Honigs zu viel gesammelt hat, ich bedarf der Hände, die sich ausstrecken. Ich möchte verschenken und austheilen, bis die Weisen unter den Menschen wieder einmal ihrer Thorheit und die Armen einmal ihres Reichthums froh geworden sind. Dazu muss ich in die Tiefe steigen: wie du des Abends thust, wenn du hinter das Meer gehst und noch der Unterwelt Licht bringst, du überreiches Gestirn! Ich muss, gleich dir, untergehen, wie die Menschen es nennen, zu denen ich hinab will. So segne mich denn, du ruhiges Auge, das ohne Neid auch ein allzugrosses Glück sehen kann! Segne den Becher, welche überfliessen will, dass das Wasser golden aus ihm fliesse und überallhin den Abglanz deiner Wonne trage! Siehe! Dieser Becher will wieder leer werden, und Zarathustra will wieder Mensch werden." Also begann Zarathustra's Untergang. > From: mikescarpitti@yahoo.com (Michael Scarpitti) > Organization: http://groups.google.com [quoted text clipped - 52 lines] >> >> Jon Yeah, that is for sure. Not only that, but he doesn't know sh.t about developers--you should read his posts on photo.net!! So many people had to post accurate information. What do you expect from a pathological liar? > Yeah, that is for sure. Not only that, but he doesn't know sh.t about > developers--you should read his posts on photo.net!! So many people had to > post accurate information. What do you expect from a pathological liar? Your fascination (obsession) with Scarpitti is bordering on the pathological. I would encourage you to seek help while there is still hope. http://www.cyber-stalking.net/psychopathology.htm Justin > Your fascination (obsession) with Scarpitti is bordering on the > pathological. I would encourage you to seek help while there > is still hope. My thoughts exactly. I finally decided to killfile them both (again) I encourage others to do the same as neither contributes to this group. > From: Any Moose Poster <Bullwinks@bullwinkle&rockie.net> > Organization: B.W. & Rocky Pictures [quoted text clipped - 10 lines] > (again) I encourage others to do the same as neither contributes > to this group. Shut up John. Enough about your kill files. Get back on the Prozac and into that little corner you inhabit. > From: "J.Medlock" <jmedlock@swbell.net> > Organization: SBC http://yahoo.sbc.com [quoted text clipped - 13 lines] > > http://www.cyber-stalking.net/psychopathology.htm And you have been following every message... www.pathetic-loser.com > > From: mikescarpitti@yahoo.com (Michael Scarpitti) > > Organization: http://groups.google.com [quoted text clipped - 16 lines] > photo.net--now newbies will not have to be UnScarpitti-ed since you have > been kicked off. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door; Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore. For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here forevermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain, Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. This is it, and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;--- Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?", This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before, "Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice. Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore. Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore. 'Tis the wind, and nothing more." Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door. Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door, Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore. Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore." Quoth the raven, "Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore." But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered; Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before; On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Then the bird said, "Nevermore. " Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore, --- Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never---nevermore." But the raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking, "Nevermore." Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath sent thee Respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!" "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-- On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore: Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil! By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore-- Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore--- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore? Quoth the raven, "Nevermore." "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting-- "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming. And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws the shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted---nevermore! > From: mikescarpitti@yahoo.com (Michael Scarpitti) > Organization: http://groups.google.com [quoted text clipped - 135 lines] > And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor > Shall be lifted---nevermore! Big man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are You well heeled big wheel, ha ha, charade you are And when your hand is on your heart You're nearly a good laugh Almost a joker With your head down in the pig bin Saying "keep on digging" Pig stain on your fat chin What do you hope to find? When you're down in the pig mine You're nearly a laugh You're nearly a laugh But you're really a cry. Bus stop rat bag, ha ha, charade you are You f.cked up old hag, ha ha, charade you are You radiate cold shafts of broken glass You're nearly a good laugh Almost worth a quick grin You like the feel of steel You're hot stuff with a hat pin And good fun with a hand gun You're nearly a laugh You're nearly a laugh But you're really a cry. Hey you Whitehouse, ha ha, charade you are You house proud town mouse, ha ha, charade you are You're trying to keep our feelings off the street You're nearly a real treat All tight lips and cold feet And do you feel abused? .....!.....!.....!.....! You gotta stem the evil tide And keep it all on the inside Mary you're nearly a treat Mary you're nearly a treat But you're really a cry. You are unlike either Poe or the author of this song--they had/have skill. http://www.photo.net/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg?msg_id=007QLi Best post on Photo.net ever! What a moron! > http://www.photo.net/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg?msg_id=007QLi > > Best post on Photo.net ever! What a moron! Mary had a little lamb, Little lamb , little lamb , Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow. Everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went, Everywhere that Mary went, The lamb was sure to go. It followed her to school one day, School one day, school one day, It followed her to school one day, Which was against the rules. It made the children laugh and play, Laugh and play, laugh and play, It made the children laugh and play, To see a lamb in school. Hey, diddle, diddle! The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed To see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon. A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year. Lord Darnell's wife came into church, the gospel for to hear. And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about, And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd. "Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight. Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light." "Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight, By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are Lord Darnell's wife." "What if I am Lord Darnell's wife? Lord Darnell's not at home. For he is out in the far cornfields, bringing the yearlings home." And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said, He swore Lord Darnell he would know before the sun would set. And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran, And when he came to the broad mill stream, he took off his shoes and swam. Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep. When he awoke, Lord Darnell he was standing at his feet. Saying "How do you like my feather bed? And how do you like my sheets? How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?" "Oh, well I like your feather bed, and well I like your sheets. But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep." "Well, get up, get up," Lord Darnell cried, "get up as quick as you can! It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man." "Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life. For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket-knife." "Well it's true I have two beaten swords, and they cost me deep in the purse. But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse." "And you will strike the very first blow, and strike it like a man. I will strike the very next blow, and I'll kill you if I can." So Matty struck the very first blow, and he hurt Lord Darnell sore. Lord Darnell struck the very next blow, and Matty struck no more. And then Lord Darnell he took his wife and he sat her on his knee, Saying, "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?" And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free. "I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you and your finery." Lord Darnell he jumped up and loudly he did bawl, He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall. "A grave, a grave!" Lord Darnell cried, "to put these lovers in. But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin." On 4/20/2004 6:49 AM Michael Scarpitti spake thus: > A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year. > Lord Darnell's wife came into church, the gospel for to hear. [quoted text clipped - 13 lines] > And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said, > He swore Lord Darnell he would know before the sun would set. Ah, I see you've listened to Fairport Convention too. Also, it's quite obvious that you've gone "clear round the bend", to put it into Anglophilic language that you might understand. SignatureI was quickly apprised that an "RSS feed" was not, as I had naively imagined, some new and unspeakable form of sexual debauchery practised by young persons of dubious morality, but a way of providing news articles to the cybernetic publishing moguls of the World Wide Wait so they can fill the airwaves with even more useless drivel. - Cynical shop talk from comp.publish.prepress We were talking - about the space between us all And the people - who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion Never glimpse the truth - then it's far too late when they pass away We were talking - about the love we all could share When we find it - to try our best to hold it there - with our love With our love we could save the world - if they only knew Try to realise it's all within yourself - no-one else can make you change And to see you're really only very small And life flows on within you and without you. We were talking - about the love that's gone so cold And the people who gain the world and lose their soul They don't know, they can't see - are you one of them ? When you've seen beyond yourself then you may find peace of mind is waiting there And the time will come when you see we're all one And life flows on within you and without you. Abbott: Well Costello, I'm going to New York with you. You know Bookie Harris, the Yankee's manager, gave me a job as coach for as long as you're on the team. Costello: Look Abbott, if you're the coach, you must know all the players. Abbott: I certainly do. Costello: Well you know I've never met the guys. So you'll have to tell me their names, and then I'll know who's playing on the team. Abbott: Oh, I'll tell you their names, but you know it seems to me they give these ball players now-a-days very peculiar names. Costello: You mean funny names? Abbott: Strange names, pet names...like Dizzy Dean... Costello: His brother Daffy. Abbott: Daffy Dean... Costello: And their French cousin. Abbott: French? Costello: Goofè. Abbott: Goofè Dean. Well, let's see, we have on the bags, Who's on first, What's on second, I Don't Know is on third... Costello: That's what I want to find out. Abbott: I say Who's on first, What's on second, I Don't Know's on third. Costello: Are you the manager? Abbott: Yes. Costello: You gonna be the coach too? Abbott: Yes. Costello: And you don't know the fellows' names? Abbott: Well I should. Costello: Well then who's on first? Abbott: Yes. Costello: I mean the fellow's name. Abbott: Who. Costello: The guy on first. Abbott: Who. Costello: The first baseman. Abbott: Who. Costello: The guy playing... Abbott: Who is on first! Costello: I'm asking YOU who's on first. Abbott: That's the man's name. Costello: That's who's name? Abbott: Yes. Costello: Well go ahead and tell me. Abbott: That's it. Costello: That's who? Abbott: Yes. PAUSE Costello: Look, you gotta first baseman? Abbott: Certainly. Costello: Who's playing first? Abbott: That's right. Costello: When you pay off the first baseman every month, who gets the money? Abbott: Every dollar of it. Costello: All I'm trying to find out is the fellow's name on first base. Abbott: Who. Costello: The guy that gets... Abbott: That's it. Costello: Who gets the money... Abbott: He does, every dollar. Sometimes his wife comes down and collects it. Costello: Who's wife? Abbott: Yes. PAUSE Abbott: What's wrong with that? Costello: Look, all I wanna know is when you sign up the first baseman, how does he sign his name? Abbott: Who. Costello: The guy. Abbott: Who. Costello: How does he sign... Abbott: That's how he signs it. Costello: Who? Abbott: Yes. PAUSE Costello: All I'm trying to find out is what's the guy's name on first base. Abbott: No. What is on second base. Costello: I'm not asking you who's on second. Abbott: Who's on first. Costello: One base at a time! Abbott: Well, don't change the players around. Costello: I'm not changing nobody! Abbott: Take it easy, buddy. Costello: I'm only asking you, who's the guy on first base? Abbott: That's right. Costello: Ok. Abbott: All right. PAUSE Costello: What's the guy's name on first base? Abbott: No. What is on second. Costello: I'm not asking you who's on second. Abbott: Who's on first. Costello: I don't know. Abbott: He's on third, we're not talking about him. Costello: Now how did I get on third base? Abbott: Why you mentioned his name. Costello: If I mentioned the third baseman's name, who did I say is playing third? Abbott: No. Who's playing first. Costello: What's on base? Abbott: What's on second. Costello: I don't know. Abbott: He's on third. Costello: There I go, back on third again! PAUSE Costello: Would you just stay on third base and don't go off it. Abbott: All right, what do you want to know? Costello: Now who's playing third base? Abbott: Why do you insist on putting Who on third base? Costello: What am I putting on third. Abbott: No. What is on second. Costello: You don't want who on second? Abbott: Who is on first. Costello: I don't know. Abbott & Costello Together:Third base! PAUSE Costello: Look, you gotta outfield? Abbott: Sure. Costello: The left fielder's name? Abbott: Why. Costello: I just thought I'd ask you. Abbott: Well, I just thought I'd tell ya. Costello: Then tell me who's playing left field. Abbott: Who's playing first. Costello: I'm not... stay out of the infield! I want to know what's the guy's name in left field? Abbott: No, What is on second. Costello: I'm not asking you who's on second. Abbott: Who's on first! Costello: I don't know. Abbott & Costello Together: Third base! PAUSE Costello: The left fielder's name? Abbott: Why. Costello: Because! Abbott: Oh, he's centerfield. PAUSE Costello: Look, You gotta pitcher on this team? Abbott: Sure. Costello: The pitcher's name? Abbott: Tomorrow. Costello: You don't want to tell me today? Abbott: I'm telling you now. Costello: Then go ahead. Abbott: Tomorrow! Costello: What time? Abbott: What time what? Costello: What time tomorrow are you gonna tell me who's pitching? Abbott: Now listen. Who is not pitching. Costello: I'll break your arm, you say who's on first! I want to know what's the pitcher's name? Abbott: What's on second. Costello: I don't know. Abbott & Costello Together: Third base! PAUSE Costello: Gotta a catcher? Abbott: Certainly. Costello: The catcher's name? Abbott: Today. Costello: Today, and tomorrow's pitching. Abbott: Now you've got it. Costello: All we got is a couple of days on the team. PAUSE Costello: You know I'm a catcher too. Abbott: So they tell me. Costello: I get behind the plate to do some fancy catching, Tomorrow's pitching on my team and a heavy hitter gets up. Now the heavy hitter bunts the ball. When he bunts the ball, me, being a good catcher, I'm gonna throw the guy out at first base. So I pick up the ball and throw it to who? Abbott: Now that's the first thing you've said right. Costello: I don't even know what I'm talking about! PAUSE Abbott: That's all you have to do. Costello: Is to throw the ball to first base. Abbott: Yes! Costello: Now who's got it? Abbott: Naturally. PAUSE Costello: Look, if I throw the ball to first base, somebody's gotta get it. Now who has it? Abbott: Naturally. Costello: Who? Abbott: Naturally. Costello: Naturally? Abbott: Naturally. Costello: So I pick up the ball and I throw it to Naturally. Abbott: No you don't, you throw the ball to Who. Costello: Naturally. Abbott: That's different. Costello: That's what I said. Abbott: You're not saying it... Costello: I throw the ball to Naturally. Abbott: You throw it to Who. Costello: Naturally. Abbott: That's it. Costello: That's what I said! Abbott: You ask me. Costello: I throw the ball to who? Abbott: Naturally. Costello: Now you ask me. Abbott: You throw the ball to Who? Costello: Naturally. Abbott: That's it. Costello: Same as you! Same as YOU! I throw the ball to who. Whoever it is drops the ball and the guy runs to second. Who picks up the ball and throws it to What. What throws it to I Don't Know. I Don't Know throws it back to Tomorrow, Triple play. Another guy gets up and hits a long fly ball to Because. Why? I don't know! He's on third and I don't give a darn! Abbott: What? Costello: I said I don't give a darn! Abbott: Oh, that's our shortstop. > Yep, your knowledge of photographic materials is that dated for sure, Mr. > Ladislav Loewenstein, III. ! >And yes while the story is true, I doubt our very own MS would take >that much time away from posting the dreck he does here to do >something useful as confront the timber industry. He's still posting here ? I can only assume it is because so many are still reading his posts. Regards, John S. Douglas, Photographer - http://www.darkroompro.com Please remove the "_" when replying via email Hans Beckert is the name of the psychopathic child-murderer (the first serial killer in film), played by Peter Lorre in Fritz Lang's "M" (1931)...do we recognize a theme here? Tobias > http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,114256,00.html > Hans Beckert is the name of the psychopathic child-murderer (the first > serial killer in film), played by Peter Lorre in Fritz Lang's "M" [quoted text clipped - 3 lines] > > > http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,114256,00.html Hans Beckert is a fictional character. Perhaps that is lost on you. >>Hans Beckert is the name of the psychopathic child-murderer (the first >>serial killer in film), played by Peter Lorre in Fritz Lang's "M" [quoted text clipped - 5 lines] > > Hans Beckert is a fictional character. Perhaps that is lost on you. what in my posting leads you to believe it is lost on me? I applaud the fact that you pick names of psychos, fictional or real. The choice could not be better. > The choice could not be better. It maybe better to rephrase that as " could not be more appropriate". SignatureWould you like to know the precise date of your own death? What if anything is too serious to be joked about? Do you ever spit or pick your nose in public? > > The choice could not be better. > > It maybe better to rephrase that as " could not be more appropriate". Norman Bates is looking for you..... > Norman Bates is looking for you..... Yes, obviously you have changed your name again. SignatureWould you like to know the precise date of your own death? What if anything is too serious to be joked about? Do you ever spit or pick your nose in public? > Norman Bates is looking for you..... So now your known as "Master Bates" are you. ha ha ha ha ha. SignatureWould you like to know the precise date of your own death? What if anything is too serious to be joked about? Do you ever spit or pick your nose in public? > >>Hans Beckert is the name of the psychopathic child-murderer (the first > >>serial killer in film), played by Peter Lorre in Fritz Lang's "M" [quoted text clipped - 9 lines] > fact that you pick names of psychos, fictional or real. The choice could > not be better. It takes skill to do these things right, you know... > > what in my posting leads you to believe it is lost on me? I applaud the > > fact that you pick names of psychos, fictional or real. The choice could > > not be better. > > It takes skill to do these things right, you know... Or the workings of a truely sick, pathetic mind. LOL SignatureWould you like to know the precise date of your own death? What if anything is too serious to be joked about? Do you ever spit or pick your nose in public? > > > what in my posting leads you to believe it is lost on me? I applaud the > > > fact that you pick names of psychos, fictional or real. The choice could [quoted text clipped - 3 lines] > > Or the workings of a truely sick, pathetic mind. LOL And who, my friend, are you? > http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,114256,00.html I feel ever so much safer, not because the petty arsonist is in custody. I feel all warm and fuzzy, safe enough to let the kids out of the bomb shelter a few hours at a time, because the FBI's number one domestic terrorist priority is a radical tree hugger. I wonder how dangerous number two is. Paper cuts? Obscenities chanted in unison? Plastic knives concealed in the shoes? > I feel ever so much safer, not because the petty arsonist is in custody. I > feel all warm and fuzzy, safe enough to let the kids out of the bomb shelter > a few hours at a time, because the FBI's number one domestic terrorist > priority is a radical tree hugger. I wonder how dangerous number two is. > Paper cuts? Obscenities chanted in unison? Plastic knives concealed in the > shoes? Or then again it could be because the FBI is basically clueless who the real terrorists are that are among us. SignatureWould you like to know the precise date of your own death? What if anything is too serious to be joked about? Do you ever spit or pick your nose in public? > > I feel ever so much safer, not because the petty arsonist is in custody. I > > feel all warm and fuzzy, safe enough to let the kids out of the bomb shelter [quoted text clipped - 5 lines] > Or then again it could be because the FBI is basically clueless who the real terrorists > are that are among us. Apparently this guy was real trouble. |
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