Aids HIV FAQ

Abort, Retry, Ignore?

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> Or maybe I’m just a figment of your imagination??? > — > Mama

vivid isn’t it — TA FAW "Hope is a feathered thing      that perches in the soul"  Emily Dickinson http://www2.netcom.com/~faw/Geobass/plot.html

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Excuse me.  Did I miss something here.  I was talking about birds, you know feathers, beaks,hollow bones.

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I see nothing wrong with retrying.  The more you do something, the better you get. sue

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> + when Mamabird chooses to use a nom de Web, it takes no validity from the > + information she shares. > I would have thought it was nom de PLUME…

My error… Tara Ballance Montreal, Canada

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I vote for "IGNORE"… — Mama —- "Mamabird’s  Nest" Visit my nest and meet my birds! http://members.tripod.com/~iluvbirds/

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+ when Mamabird chooses to use a nom de Web, it takes no validity from the + information she shares. I would have thought it was nom de PLUME… James

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Well, hooray!!! Thank you James!! I get so tired of being referred to as a "non-person" (yes, those exact words) because I have chosen to remain anonymous on the Internet. I figure my identity is MY business and anonymity doesn’t make me any less a person than anyone else, nor does it make the content of my posts of any more or less "value" than anyone else’s. — Mama —- "Mamabird’s  Nest" Visit my nest and meet my birds! http://members.tripod.com/~iluvbirds/ – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->Which leads me to a second point: the argument of "I sign my posts therefor >I’m better than some anonymous trash" is absolutely bogus. What matters is >the _content_ of any given post. Anyone could be anyone. >James

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I agree. I have made a conscious choice to post my correct name and email address. But, in this newsgroup I remain primarily a lurker, a seeker of information, because I don’t have the experience that so many other people here can boast. Using my real name and address adds absolutely no validity to any comments about bird care that I may make; when Mamabird chooses to use a nom de Web, it takes no validity from the information she shares. Tara Ballance Montreal, Canada – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – > Well, hooray!!! Thank you James!! > I get so tired of being referred to as a "non-person" (yes, those exact > words) because I have chosen to remain anonymous on the Internet. I > figure my identity is MY business and anonymity doesn’t make me any less > a person than anyone else, nor does it make the content of my posts of > any more or less "value" than anyone else’s. >Which leads me to a second point: the argument of "I sign my posts > therefor >I’m better than some anonymous trash" is absolutely bogus. What matters > is >the _content_ of any given post. Anyone could be anyone. >James

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> Well, hooray!!! Thank you James!! > I get so tired of being referred to as a "non-person" (yes, those exact > words) because I have chosen to remain anonymous on the Internet. I > figure my identity is MY business and anonymity doesn’t make me any less > a person than anyone else, nor does it make the content of my posts of > any more or less "value" than anyone else’s. > — > Mama

You mean your a real person, as in flesh and blood type.  Sheeeeesh, and I thought you were a computer generated personality all this — TA FAW "Hope is a feathered thing      that perches in the soul"  Emily Dickinson http://www2.netcom.com/~faw/Geobass/plot.html

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> Well, hooray!!! Thank you James!! > I get so tired of being referred to as a "non-person" (yes, those exact > words) because I have chosen to remain anonymous on the Internet. I > figure my identity is MY business and anonymity doesn’t make me any less > a person than anyone else, nor does it make the content of my posts of > any more or less "value" than anyone else’s. > — > Mama >You mean your a real person, as in flesh and blood type.  Sheeeeesh, and I >thought you were a computer generated personality all this >– >TA >FAW

Or maybe I’m just a figment of your imagination??? — Mama —- "Mamabird’s  Nest" Visit my nest and meet my birds! http://members.tripod.com/~iluvbirds/

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The post below is proof positive that there is more than one Dr. Bob out there.  I could post under whatever name I wanted. It is easy to get "free e mail" addresses and I could call myself whatever I wanted.  And for your information, gay men don’t talk like this!  I have been volunteering with an Aids group, and I have had the privilege of becoming acquainted with many gay men, and this poster is acting like the stereotypical gay bashing homophobe!  Go away! – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?" > This is what I say when my boyfriend is giving it to me good.  I would like > everyone to know that I am coming out of the closet and telling you all > that I am a big Queer.  Or Queen.  It doesn’t matter. > I love men and I always have.  The reason I have been posting like this is > because my latest butt buddy left me and I was feeling empty without a good > plugging.  Also I had to change my address because my ex boyfriend is using > my old one now. > Please ignore any response by the other Dr. Bob.  He is just a jealous > heifer.  Thank You for listening to my pitiful problems.  I will soon be > posting in the other NG’s that I have soiled with my presence. > Have a rainbow day. > Dr. Bob Homo

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+ The post below is proof positive that there is more than one + Dr. Bob out there. No, not really…someone is faking the famed "Dr. Boob". + I could post under whatever name I wanted. That’s right, you could. It’s trivial to do. I could write a script to post to usenet. Hook in to an ‘eliza’ program, download a newsgroup, and let it ‘respond’ to the various posts. I might just do that, it could be entertaining…in the right newsgroup. This one, while having a suitable target audience, would be inappropriate. Which leads me to a second point: the argument of "I sign my posts therefor I’m better than some anonymous trash" is absolutely bogus. What matters is the _content_ of any given post. Anyone could be anyone. + It is easy to get "free e mail" addresses and I could call myself + whatever I wanted. You don’t even need to go that far. These things are all configurable. + this poster is acting like the stereotypical gay bashing homophobe! S/he/it is trying to get an emotional response so you’ll send an email. Ideally, there will be enough responses — whether it is "stop gay bashing", "you queer!" or "your cubicle or mine?" — to turn the real Dr. Boob’s account into a smoking crater. A neat, nifty little denial-of-service attack. James

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> Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

This is what I say when my boyfriend is giving it to me good.  I would like everyone to know that I am coming out of the closet and telling you all that I am a big Queer.  Or Queen.  It doesn’t matter. I love men and I always have.  The reason I have been posting like this is because my latest butt buddy left me and I was feeling empty without a good plugging.  Also I had to change my address because my ex boyfriend is using my old one now. Please ignore any response by the other Dr. Bob.  He is just a jealous heifer.  Thank You for listening to my pitiful problems.  I will soon be posting in the other NG’s that I have soiled with my presence. Have a rainbow day. Dr. Bob Homo

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Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary, System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor, Longing for the warmth of bed sheets, still I sat there doing spreadsheets. Having reached the bottom line I took a floppy from the drawer, I then invoked the SAVE command and waited for the disk to store, Only this and nothing more. Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond’ring, fearing, Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more. But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token. "Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data from before!" One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more, Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?" Was this some occult illusion, some maniacal intrusion? These were choices undesired, ones I’d never faced before. Carefully I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises. The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more. Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more, From "Abort, Retry, Ignore?" With fingers pale and trembling, slowly toward the keyboard bending, Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored, Praying for some guarantee, timidly, I pressed a key. But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as before. Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore, Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?" I tried to catch the chips off guard, and pressed again, but twice as hard. I pleaded with the cursed machine: I begged and cried and then I swore. Now in mighty desperation, trying random combinations, Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before. Cursor blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before. Reading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?" There I sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted. Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor. And then I saw a dreadful sight: a lightning bolt cut through the night. A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my very core. The lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore. Not even, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?" To this day I do not know the place to which lost data go. What demonic nether world us wrought where lost data will be stored, Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black holes? But sure as there’s C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more, You will one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian shore, Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

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Fantastic, did you write this?  Laura – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – > Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary, > System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor, > Longing for the warmth of bed sheets, still I sat there doing > spreadsheets. > Having reached the bottom line I took a floppy from the drawer, > I then invoked the SAVE command and waited for the disk to store, > Only this and nothing more. > Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond’ring, fearing, > Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more. > But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token. > "Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data from before!" > One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more, > Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?" > Was this some occult illusion, some maniacal intrusion? > These were choices undesired, ones I’d never faced before. > Carefully I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises. > The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more. > Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more, > From "Abort, Retry, Ignore?" > With fingers pale and trembling, slowly toward the keyboard bending, > Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored, > Praying for some guarantee, timidly, I pressed a key. > But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as before. > Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore, > Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?" > I tried to catch the chips off guard, and pressed again, but twice as > hard. > I pleaded with the cursed machine: I begged and cried and then I swore. > Now in mighty desperation, trying random combinations, > Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before. > Cursor blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before. > Reading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?" > There I sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted. > Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor. > And then I saw a dreadful sight: a lightning bolt cut through the night. > A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my very core. > The lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore. > Not even, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?" > To this day I do not know the place to which lost data go. > What demonic nether world us wrought where lost data will be stored, > Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black holes? > But sure as there’s C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more, > You will one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian shore, > Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

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