From: blakes7-d-request@lysator.liu.se Subject: blakes7-d Digest V99 #117 X-Loop: blakes7-d@lysator.liu.se X-Mailing-List: archive/volume99/117 Precedence: list MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/digest; boundary="----------------------------" To: blakes7-d@lysator.liu.se Reply-To: blakes7@lysator.liu.se ------------------------------ Content-Type: text/plain blakes7-d Digest Volume 99 : Issue 117 Today's Topics: Re: [B7L] Is this like Avon? Re: [B7L] Is this like Avon? [B7L] Diane Hollands Renaissance stories [B7L] A question about Copyright Re: [B7L] Is this like Avon? Re: [B7L] A question about Copyright Re: [B7L] A question about Copyright Re: [B7L] SFX Re: [B7L] A question about Copyright [B7L] Road to Hell [B7L] Re: worst opening [B7L] An Immaculate Misconception review Re: [B7L] Is this like Avon?--CHECK IT OUT [B7L] Flat Robin 39 Re: [B7L] data storage Re: [B7L] British stereotypes [B7L] queries [B7L] mary sue Re: [B7L] queries Re: [B7L] queries ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 26 Mar 1999 13:24:23 -0800 From: mistral@ptinet.net To: B7 list Subject: Re: [B7L] Is this like Avon? Message-ID: <36FBFB07.A206063D@ptinet.net> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Kathryn Andersen wrote: > "No wish to reform the world inspired him, not the smallest desire to > convert others to his own way of thinking. He accepted, out of a vast > and perhaps idle tolerance, the rules laid down by a civilized > society, and, when he transgressed these, accepted also, and with > unshaken good-humour, society's revenge on him. Neither the zeal of a > reformer, nor the rancour of one bitterly punished for the sins of his > youth, awoke a spark of resentment in his breast. He did not defy > convention: when it did not interfere with whatever line of conduct he > meant to pursue he conformed to it; and when it did he ignored it, > affably conceding to his critics their right to censure him, if they > felt so inclined, and caring neither for their praise or their blame." > -- description of Miles Caverleigh, > from "Black Sheep" by Georgette Heyer > > Of course, he's not quite acidic, bitter and sarcastic enough to be > like Avon, but he struck me as very Avon-like when you get > descriptions like this. If you substitute your 'bitter and sarcastic' for 'tolerant' and 'affable', then yes, that sounds right to me. Just don't go using it for INTJ ammo :^) I might remove the bit about without rancour, too. Take said protagonist and knock him about a bit, throw in a nice healthy dose of curiosity, and you might wind up with Avon. Question, Kathryn: would a J respond to a repressive society with as much bitterness and resentment as a P? Ps have so much difficulty with structure, and with acceding the right of society to impose structure on their interests. Curiouser and curiouser, Mistral -- "And for my next trick, I shall swallow my other foot."--Vila ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 10:09:16 +1100 From: Kathryn Andersen To: "Blake's 7 list" Subject: Re: [B7L] Is this like Avon? Message-ID: <19990327100916.A706@welkin.apana.org.au> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii On Fri, Mar 26, 1999 at 01:24:23PM -0800, mistral@ptinet.net wrote: > Question, Kathryn: would a J respond to a repressive > society with as much bitterness and resentment as a > P? Ps have so much difficulty with structure, and with > acceding the right of society to impose structure on > their interests. 1) J's may like structure, but if it's the "wrong" structure, they won't like it either. 2) Bitterness and resentment may not, however, be the first response of a J. They may be more likely to try to change society to suit them, or move away to some society which does suit them. If they can't do either of those, then... Tarrant: Do you like being helpless, Cally? Cally: I don't know - I've never tried it. (Blake's 7: The City At The Edge Of The World [C6]) It's just that from a J point of view, a common thing to say is "If you don't *like* it, why don't you *do* something about it?" If one *cannot* do something about it, then I guess responses would vary, from depression, anger, calm acceptance, I dunno. Resentment comes from helpless anger, does it not? Anger gone sour. (shrug) (This, all, of course, speaking as only as a single representative of the INTJ group) -- _--_|\ | Kathryn Andersen / \ | http://home.connexus.net.au/~kat \_.--.*/ | #include "standard/disclaimer.h" v | ------------| Melbourne -> Victoria -> Australia -> Southern Hemisphere Maranatha! | -> Earth -> Sol -> Milky Way Galaxy -> Universe ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 10:14:08 +1000 From: "Afenech" To: "spacecity" Cc: "Sondra Swiegman" , "lysator" Subject: [B7L] Diane Hollands Renaissance stories Message-Id: <23123726515260@domain6.bigpond.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hello everyone -smile- I was lucky enough to have been give the opportunity to preview these two stories - I am going to buy the zine Judith - I am -smile- and loved both stories - immoderately. Well hardly surprising - I love history, am fond of the Renaissance period, and rather more than fond of Blake and Avon - who are relocated into the period quite seamlessly and fascinatingly. Having so many 'likes' combined in a story more or less guaranteed I would love them, and I did. Love them because they suggest one of my favourite ideas - that these characters are bound together through all of time - will connect and be as we saw them to be - just as much in collision, conjunction, adventuring, together. I seemed to me Diane has all the characters very aptly - they are their Renaissance selves, but also still the selves we know from the series. 'Blake' is trying to do good, 'Avon' is trying -smile- and entirely fascinating and 'Vila' is Vila. Also I anyway really really liked the imagining of Blake as nobility-ruler - and Avon as scientist - done very convincingly and all set against the colourful backdrop of Rennaisance Florence - sigh! Florence -smile- And they are both really *good* stories! all that late-medieval colour and pagentry, intrigue and violence and Blake and Avon - how could they not be - and there are some irrestiable moments such as Blake rescuing Avon using a quite well known object of this period - to tell is to spoil -smile- And of course and not the least of the appeal by any means the pure joy of imagining Avon and Blake in all the finery of the period. Avon in a cloak - considerable sighing, from me -smile- Though I havent seen the finished zine I imagine it beautiful - Val was kind enough to let me see some of the illustrations and the zine must be beautiful with them in it - one in particular of Avon distresed is **wonderful** - one of the loveliest portraits of Avon I have ever seen and there is another one of he and Vila sitting together on a hillside sillohetted against a sunset - definitely an awwww picture -smile- and the cover - with them in the finery is also lovely, lovely, lovely! It must have been fun to do Val -smile- If you love history, or just imagining Avon in nice clothes, and like good stories - then I suspect you might find this zine will become a favourite -smile- Pat F ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 10:27:58 +1000 From: "Afenech" To: "spacecity" Cc: "lysator" Subject: [B7L] A question about Copyright Message-Id: <23234464017164@domain6.bigpond.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hello again -smile- I have just been asked a question about copyright - does anyone know of a good site which deals with the legaalities - particularly of copyright of photos - and what happens to the rights once the photographer is no longer around to sue -smile- Pat F ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 01:40:43 +0100 (MET) From: Carol & Gordon Burgess To: blakes7@lysator.liu.se Subject: Re: [B7L] Is this like Avon? Message-ID: <36F885D800000B7A@base.catchnet.com.au> (added by base.catchnet.com.au) Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 07:43 AM 3/27/99 +1100, you wrote: >I was reading this the other day, and the following leapt out at me... > >"No wish to reform the world inspired him, not the smallest desire to >convert others to his own way of thinking. He accepted, out of a vast >and perhaps idle tolerance, the rules laid down by a civilized >society, and, when he transgressed these, accepted also, and with >unshaken good-humour, society's revenge on him. Neither the zeal of a >reformer, nor the rancour of one bitterly punished for the sins of his >youth, awoke a spark of resentment in his breast. He did not defy >convention: when it did not interfere with whatever line of conduct he >meant to pursue he conformed to it; and when it did he ignored it, >affably conceding to his critics their right to censure him, if they >felt so inclined, and caring neither for their praise or their blame." > -- description of Miles Caverleigh, > from "Black Sheep" by Georgette Heyer > >Of course, he's not quite acidic, bitter and sarcastic enough to be >like Avon, but he struck me as very Avon-like when you get >descriptions like this. > >And talking of Meyers-Brigs, it is rather amusing to read a >historical romance where the two characters involved are probable >INTJ's surrounded by a lot of ESFP's. No wonder they fell in love; >they were of like mind. (-8 (Yes, "Black Sheep" is one of my >favourite Georgette Heyers.) > >Kathryn A. Very Avonish in character indeed.. I read that a while ago, very enjoyable but I still prefer "Simon the Coldheart" .. Another supposedly ice cold man turned warrior who was 'tamed' , 'softened', 'made human' buy one solitary woman. To whom he was totally loyal afterwards... Carol 'Hondo' ------------------------------ Date: 27 Mar 1999 09:40:57 +0200 From: Calle Dybedahl To: "Afenech" Cc: "spacecity" , "lysator" Subject: Re: [B7L] A question about Copyright Message-ID: Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII "Afenech" writes: > I have just been asked a question about copyright - does anyone know > of a good site which deals with the legaalities - particularly of > copyright of photos No. If you need serious advice, ask a lawyer (who will most likely say things like "it depends" and "that has not been tried in court"). Law on the net gets very tricky very quickly. For a simple case, imagine that someone posts something illegal (a copyright violation, say) to this mailing list from the USA. In which country is the crime committed, the USA or Sweden? Who should prosecute? What if it's legal here but not in the USA? > and what happens to the rights once the photographer is no longer > around to sue -smile- In all countries that adhere to the Berne Convention (which is just about everybody nowadays), the copyright expires 70 years after the creator's death, or 70 years after publication in the case where the creator isn't a physical person. It used to be 50 years, but was retroactively increased three years ago (so several authors whose works had been in the public domain suddenly became copyrighted again). -- Calle Dybedahl, Vasav. 82, S-177 52 Jaerfaella,SWEDEN | calle@lysator.liu.se "I think quotes are very dangerous things." -- KaTe Bush ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 18:49:46 +1000 From: "Afenech" To: Subject: Re: [B7L] A question about Copyright Message-Id: <07453086161687@domain5.bigpond.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Thank you Calle -smile- Pat ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 10:16:13 +0000 (GMT) From: "U.M. Mccormack" To: blakes7@lysator.liu.se Subject: Re: [B7L] SFX Message-ID: Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Joanne begged: << Please, please, please give me due warning in the subject line, so it doesn't spoil the surprise for me and any other Australians who are prepared to wait until the issue in question turns up in their local newsagency!>> Bwahahaha! At last, real power! Seriously, no problem at all, Joanne. I enjoyed it enormously, and forgot about our Antipodean cousins. and I admire your patience! Una ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 09:47:14 +0100 (BST) From: Judith Proctor To: Lysator List Subject: Re: [B7L] A question about Copyright Message-ID: Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII Pat, > I have just been asked a question about copyright - does anyone know of a > good site which deals with the legaalities - particularly of copyright of > photos - and what happens to the rights once the photographer is no longer > around to sue -smile- Copyrights can be inherited just like anything else. Some of the theatrical photos of Gareth that I traced were taken by a photographer who since died. The copyright now rests with the Scottish Theatre Archive. Incidentally, on all the photos that I've acquired recently, I'm trying to list the prices and the contact address for anyone interested in getting their own copies. If anyone overseas wants to buy copies of photos, I'm willing to help out with currency conversion. (I don't sell them myself, but I can forward money to the relevent photographer/archive/newspaper) Bear in mind that I don't copy at full resolution onto the web page, so the original photos are sharper images. Most of the older photos are copies that I bought at conventions and I simply have no idea who the copyright holder is. Judith -- http://www.hermit.org/Blakes7 Fanzines for Blake's 7 and many other fandoms, B7 Filk songs, pictures, news, Conventions past and present, Blake's 7 fan clubs, Gareth Thomas, etc. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 10:21:22 +0100 (BST) From: Judith Proctor To: Lysator List cc: Space City Subject: [B7L] Road to Hell Message-ID: Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII Our stock of 'Road to Hell' got slightly water-damaged on the rather wet trip to Redemption. The pages are all fine, but there's damage to the edge of the covers. The cover picture isn't affected, but I'm not happy selling them at full price. Until I've used up the current stock, there's a one pound discount on the price. So, if you'want to read these excellent stories by Suzan Lovett, now's a good time to do so. Judith -- http://www.hermit.org/Blakes7 Fanzines for Blake's 7 and many other fandoms, B7 Filk songs, pictures, news, Conventions past and present, Blake's 7 fan clubs, Gareth Thomas, etc. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 12:17:37 +0000 From: Steve Rogerson To: blakes7@lysator.liu.se Subject: [B7L] Re: worst opening Message-ID: <36FCCC60.7186ED26@mcr1.poptel.org.uk> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; x-mac-type="54455854"; x-mac-creator="4D4F5353" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Neil wrote as a potential worst opening: 'Blake,' growled Avon lustily, 'I want you to give me a shag. Right here and now.' 'Certainly,' Blake replied, scooping up the glossy-green fish-eating seabird huddled under the flight controls. 'Here, take it, it's costing me a fortune in pilchards.' This is gorgeously surreal. I think you should finish it. -- cheers Steve Rogerson "Get in there you big furry oaf, I don't care what you smell" Star Wars ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 13:10:46 +0000 From: Steve Rogerson To: Lysator , Space City Subject: [B7L] An Immaculate Misconception review Message-ID: <36FCD8D3.8323F360@mcr1.poptel.org.uk> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; x-mac-type="54455854"; x-mac-creator="4D4F5353" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I went to to see Stephen Grief in An Immaculate Misconception at the New End Theatre in Hampstead, north London last night. Stephen played Menachem Dvir, who has a one-night stand with biologist Melanie Laidlow (played by Susannah Fellows). He is a married man and continues the affair some months later when both are at a science convention. She is researching a method of fertilising human eggs using just one sperm (the technique now known as ICSI for intracytoplasmic sperm injection). Unknown to Menachem, she stores the used condom in a thermoflask hidden in her bag and uses his sperm to fertislise her own egg as the first human trial of the method. But unknown to her, lab assistant Felix Frankenthauler (played by Michael Matus) swaps some of Menachem's sperm for his own. We end up with four eggs, two fertislised by each male. Menachem meanwhile divorces his wife and comes to visit... This sets up a sometimes amusing and moral questionning play helped by the only other cast member Toni Palmer in an excellent performance as reproductive councillor Flora Motherwell (lovely name). The play is based on Carl Djerassi's novel Menachem's Seed. Stephen's performance was very believable and played with the right amounts of love, anguish and maturity as he goes through the three starnds of the play from the original affair, through finding about what Melanie had done to dealing with Felix's betrayal of both of them. Those who admire Stephen for his looks will enjoy the first half of the play as he only appears wearing a dressing gown, though a slip of said gown at one point revealed a pair of black underpants underneath. This is definitely recommended, but you'll have to rush as the play only runs until 18 April (not Mondays). The box office is 0171 794 0022. -- cheers Steve Rogerson "Get in there you big furry oaf, I don't care what you smell" Star Wars ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 09:52:48 EST From: SupeStud00@aol.com To: blakes7@lysator.liu.se Subject: Re: [B7L] Is this like Avon?--CHECK IT OUT Message-ID: <93e2b712.36fcf0c0@aol.com> Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit For interested parties, here's my web page: Guys, I'm giving pointers, girls, here's your chance. www.angelfire.com/sd/thestud or Ladies, Welcome to the HomePage of The STUD Check it out. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 08 May 1997 09:59:43 -0600 From: Penny Dreadful To: blakes7@lysator.liu.se Subject: [B7L] Flat Robin 39 Message-Id: <3.0.6.32.19970508095943.00795180@mail.geocities.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" *** It had taken some time -- and the exertion had wrung every last bit of bounce from her hair -- but Jenna had eventually managed to free herself from the midst of the digging and delving passel of wizards. Now she stepped discreetly out of range of the furiously flying clods, and forced herself to remain calm while she assessed her situation. To her left, in the muck wherein the Liberator lay, was a scene that begged for Hendrix to provide accompaniment (as opposed to Eddwode's excitable organist and his "Spayce Inuaders Medley"). To her right, the frozen forms of Supreme Commander Servalan, Granny Weatherwax, and what assorted scoundrels had been caught in the wake of Eddwode's stasis beam stood radiating impotent rage, at the mercy of what few deviant members of the horde which had conglomerated here were completely uninterested in being the first to retrieve the Andromedans' (minor chord!) Ultimate Weapon. Or didn't want to get their hands dirty. Krantor, for instance, on beholding the fray, had decided that a small but lethal pistol in the hand was worth two armageddon engines in the bush. Or in this case the bog. Toise had swapped headgear with Granny Weatherwax and was now admiring himself in the copious chrome of Krantor's belt-buckle. And directly ahead, the smouldering remains of the "Pullet And Whippet", crushed beneath the weight of Krantor's interstellar luxury sedan (retooled gratis at the Chop Shop of the Gods). In its present saucerlike state, it looked like it would be a real challenge to try and fly. Jenna licked her lips, ran her hand through her lank locks, and began to move forward as though hypnotised. "Outta my way, sister!" The squat figure in the trenchcoat shoved her rudely aside as it strode boldly Servalanward. "I got a chip I gotta dip!" Distracted temporarily from the flying saucer's siren song, Jenna turned to watch the little grotesque approach its statuesque victim. "Fitzrogers did his very best, I'll grant," Marisu cackled, leering at Servalan's sternum. "But I can do a couple things he can't."[1] After a quick casual shoulder-check assured the god of extraneous characters that Eddwode was too deeply engrossed in whatever was now taking place at the heart of the throng in the bog (there had been an abrupt increase in the pitch of the hue and the cry some moments previously) to notice his narrative being...judiciously edited, Marisu snapped its gnarled fingers, and the stasis field dissipated. Granny snarled and snatched her hat from Toise's head. Jenna drew her gun but held her fire. And Servalan started to lunge with the apparent intent of separating Krantor's head from his shoulders for once and for all, but stopped short when her saviour subtly cleared its throat. "Well, hello, Marisu!" she smiled sweetly down at the gnarled god. Krantor and Toise availed themselves of this opportunity to light out in the direction of downtown Ankh-Morpork as fast as their spaceboots would carry them. "Sorry I forgot to thank you for getting me out of that *dreadful* predicament," Servalan continued, stooping down to bestow a wet smooch on the deity's creased and cratered brow. "Pshaw," said the god, "It was nothing." Jenna shook her head, and reluctantly holstered her gun. For the second time today she had been presented with an Enemy behaving so drastically out of character that she could not be sure enough of herself to shoot. Keeping an eye on the oblivious Servalan she resumed sidling toward the flying saucer. When she was out of earshot she raised her bracelet to her mouth. "Orac! Do you read me, Orac?" *** "--and that explains, simply and concisely, the difference between 'Time Distort' and 'Standard by X'. Which of course raises the question of how the lightspeed barrier is circumvented in the first place. It's actually surprisingly simple..." "Orac! Who are you talking to? Is it that strange person who called me your Alien Overlord?" "Jenna, please don't interrupt!" Orac twinkled peevishly. "I've got their undivided attention for once -- they haven't said a word in well over an hour. Rest assured I will teleport *all* of you back on board the Liberator at the very instant it becomes feasible to do so. Meanwhile, do not distract me from the task at hand." *** In Ponder's valise, the tarriel tittered. *** Out of the corner of her eye Jenna observed that the mud-caked mob in the Bog had begun to move cityward in amoeboid fashion. She squinted into the low sun, hoping desperately that the crowd, in dispersing, would reveal the Liberator there, muddy but unearthed. Of course not. Only a deeper hole than there'd been before. *** "Avon, are you there? What's going on, Avon?" the bracelet crackled. "I don't want to talk about it." "There's something wrong--" "Oh, really?" "I tried to contact Blake, he sounded incoherent--" Avon opened his mouth. Cally, still holding the pliers, gave him a warning look. Then she moved toward the exit. "--and...there was someone with him," the voice on the other end of the bracelet continued. "Eeny-meeny-miney...Travis?" "How did you know?" Avon smiled, following Cally out the door of the High Energy Magic Building as he spoke. "Dramatic intuition. Vila would hardly have warranted an ellipsis." "He saw the pursuit ship!" Cally shouted over her shoulder. Avon rolled his eyes. "Yes, that too," he allowed. "Jenna, I gather from the sound of wind and birds and rioting peasants that you are no longer in the tavern where we left you." "No, I'm back at the bog. I thought I had a handle on getting the Liberator out, but..." Her voice trailed off in a sigh. "Upsy-daisy, Avon," Cally said, indicating the stone wall to which they'd come. "May I ask where we're going?" Avon inquired, scrabbling up the cunningly camouflaged steps. "To rescue Blake, of course." "Of course." *** Jenna let her arm drop back down to her side. She slowly became aware that over the course of her various surreal conversations she had reached the remains of the "Pullet and Whippet", and now stood with her back pressed against the incredibly overchromed side of the saucer. Her hard-won wizards were retreating, the red nucleus of a mindless mud-grey mass, at the fore of which ran Krantor and Toise, their spacesuits gleaming in the setting sun, while Servalan, her arm draped over Marisu, brought up the rear. And she could swear she saw someone flying above them on a broom. But that would be-- "Impossible." Jenna twitched, and brought her eyes to focus directly in front of her, where a tall, dark, and potato-nosed stranger in a tweed overcoat stood speaking sternly to himself. "Impossible," he reiterated. "There's no way that thing could *fly*. No doubt it's a naturally occurring rock formation." "With a natural crushed tavern formation coincidentally occurring directly beneath it," his pocket responded snidely. "I think I could fly it," Jenna said. The stranger became very slowly aware of her presence. "A witness," he said happily. "Skull'Ee, please note for the record: capital A witness comma female comma caucasian comma mid dash twenties to mid dash thirties comma lanky blonde hair comma--" "It's very humid," Jenna snapped defensively. "And I left my space mousse in the Liberator." "Possibly deranged comma loitering suspiciously near admittedly unusual but nonetheless most assuredly naturally occurring geological phenomenon full stop. So--" Fistulous Withers grinned gratingly at Jenna. "You think you could fly it, do you?" Jenna stuck her chin out. "I do. In fact I plan to. I have to meet some friends downtown. Want to come?" With that she turned and began to shimmy up the slippery side of the saucer. Withers took a step back, murmuring something about wanting to collect data, dust for pseudopodprints not that there'd be any... "What's the matter, Fistulous, afraid to climb up a harmless geological phenomenon?" his pocket chided. Withers grimaced and followed after Jenna. "Skull'Ee, please note:" he said, "capitalize shopping list end capitalize carriage return parchment carriage return quill carriage return ink full stop." "Sorry, Fistulous, can't help you -- I seem to have run out of carriage returns," said his pocket unconvincingly. Withers smirked, and followed his cocky blonde witness down through the hatch in the centre of the natural rock formation. *** "And thus, all suffering can be brought to an end, and a new world created on the ruins of the old. Ironic to imagine how close some of the ancient religious leaders came to getting it right, if they'd only paid more heed to the Bernoulli effect. Thank you for your patience. Any questions?" Silence. The Liberator bobbed lazily through the Kingdom of the Mole People. "No questions. Good. I'll clear my cache, then. That was taking up a fair amount of space, as I'm sure you can imagine." The Liberator and the Ultimate Weapon drifted along where (with poetic license being brought heavily into play) Ankh, the sacred river, ran, through caverns theoretically measurable by man but no-one had ever been moved to go spelunking with that long a tape-measure, up from a sunless sea to the splend'rous spires of Ankh-Morpork. ------ [1] "When did Merisu start speaking in verse?" Solipsos inquired, aggrieved, of the aether. Syggar, stung deeply by previous aspersions cast concerning the length of his rapier wit, was sulking and watching "Zyynah, Priestess Warrior"[2] [2] Presently engaged in heated battle on the plains of lower Maul, of which Syggar's window afforded an excellent view.[3] [3] Straight down her dip-dish, if you know what I mean. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 12:37:08 EST From: Pherber@aol.com To: Blakes7@lysator.liu.se Subject: Re: [B7L] data storage Message-ID: <3e16ef78.36fd1744@aol.com> Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 3/26/99 12:09:34 AM Mountain Standard Time, Judith@blakes-7.demon.co.uk writes: > Can anyone rememeber if there was a standard method of data storage in Blake's 7? Avon mentions saving the transmissions they pick up through the stolen translator unit onto microtape in Seek, Locate, Destroy. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 19:10:54 -0000 From: "Tom Forsyth" To: "'B7 Lysator'" Subject: Re: [B7L] British stereotypes Message-Id: Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit And she can't argue that it's my fault - she already had a mid-fens accent when I met her. Though maybe a little more northern than at the moment - I'm not sure. But it's still very easy to tell if the phone's for me when she picks it up. If she says "Hello there", it's for me. If it's "Oh, 'ello. Areet?" then I can get back to what I was doing. Me, I was born an Australian, and brought up in London. I speak a cross between RP and Estuary, but I have a fairly passable Strine accent when I want (that's what they speak down under, BTW). And after a few days in either Oz or Merka, I acquire passable accents of whichever, though it's been a while since I went to Oz. The Merkin one is more from necessity than osmosis - some people don't seem to understand me if I speak Estuary English over there, which is sort-of odd. Tom Forsyth. ---------- > From: Louise Rutter > To: 'B7 Lysator' > Subject: RE: [B7L] British stereotypes > Date: 25 March 1999 21:04 > > > Iain wrote: > > >It's a reflection of way the English class system is so strongly linked to > >accent and regional origin. I've been struck recently by the number of > >people I've met who used to have strong English northern or working-class > >accents until going to study at Oxford or Cambridge. I'm starting to > >wonder if these institutions run mandatory night-classes for these > >students. > > Err...guilty, I'm afraid. Though what I'm left with now is very much a > "wandering" accent and certainly not RP by any means. It wasn't > intentional, I assure you, but a gradual process over about 4 years. The > full Northern accent reappears instantly when I talk to my relatives and I > also sound more northern the louder I speak, oddly. And sometimes when I'm > drunk, but maybe that's just because I get louder when I get drunk.... > > Louise ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 20:38:19 -0000 From: "Alison Page" To: "lysator" Subject: [B7L] queries Message-ID: <000601be7892$102a0460$ca8edec2@pre-installedco> Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi folks, I could look these up but it's more fun to ask. As you might have heard I'm helping to transcribe a tape of Paul Darrow speaking about B7 and various related stuff. There are a few proper names that I can't hear properly, but I'm sure are well known. - the hero and villain of 'the Prisoner of Zenda' - the actor who plays a couple of parts including Egrorian anyone can help me out? Cheers Alison ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 20:39:44 -0000 From: "Alison Page" To: "lysator" Subject: [B7L] mary sue Message-ID: <000701be7892$1168ed00$ca8edec2@pre-installedco> Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Further to recent discussion I see that an SF book has just been published called 'the mary-sue extrusion' (great name or what) and the lead character apparently has the same name as one of Dr Who's girl assistants. Might be worth looking out for. Alison ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 15:21:20 -0600 From: Lisa Williams To: Subject: Re: [B7L] queries Message-Id: <4.1.19990327151920.009a2dd0@mail.dallas.net> Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Alison Page wrote: >- the hero and villain of 'the Prisoner of Zenda' Rudolf Rassendyll and Rupert of Hentzau. >- the actor who plays a couple of parts including Egrorian John Savident. - Lisa _____________________________________________________________ Lisa Williams: lcw@dallas.net or lwilliams@raytheon.com Lisa's Video Frame Capture Library: http://lcw.simplenet.com/ New Riders of the Golden Age: http://www.warhorse.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 16:47:46 -0800 From: mistral@ptinet.net To: B7 list Subject: Re: [B7L] queries Message-ID: <36FD7C32.F166E58B@ptinet.net> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Alison Page wrote: > - the actor who plays a couple of parts including Egrorian John Savident. Mistral -- "And for my next trick, I shall swallow my other foot."--Vila -------------------------------- End of blakes7-d Digest V99 Issue #117 **************************************