Subject: Re: Surly Roofers

Date: 16 May 1996 00:00:00 GMT

From: megeliz@radix.net (MegEliz)

Organization: Gene Wolfe Library and Family Restaurant, East Wing

Newsgroups: alt.slack

References: 1 , 2

 

 

 

 

dynasor@infi.net (Dennis McClain-Furmanski) wrote:

 

: I dare say that huge gobs of Slack will be instantly abosrbed into anyone

: who happens to find themselves with nothing but hundreds of feet of air

: between the bottoms of their shoes and the ground. It will, of course,

: bounce off of pinks and do no good. Thus, pinks that find themselves in

: this position should forego the use of a parachute and learn to bounce.

: Contrary to common 'knowledge', they do indeed bounce, and don't splat.

: A shame, really. Not nearly as exciting. But the sound *is* unique.

 

Thank you, DynaSoar. So the relative velocities would cause most of

the Slack to be propelled toward the roof, I guess. After the initial

bounce phase, of course.

 

I love roof dwelling. I have had some extraordinary near death fits of

vertigo doing it, but that's what makes it special. We even had a

dedicated dog that would jump off the roof or through a closed window

to fetch a tennis ball. It must have looked pretty spectacular from

the ground - 80 pounds of projectile teeth and fur.

 

PPM

 

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My sig is not under construction. It's dead. megeliz@radix.netSubject:

Re: Surly Roofers

Date:

17 May 1996 00:00:00 GMT

From:

revjack@radix.net (Rev. Jack)

Organization:

the Minivan Clench

Newsgroups:

alt.slack

References:

1 , 2 , 3

 

 

 

 

Previously, MegEliz wrote:

 

: I love roof dwelling. I have had some extraordinary near death fits of

: vertigo doing it, but that's what makes it special. We even had a

: dedicated dog that would jump off the roof or through a closed window

: to fetch a tennis ball. It must have looked pretty spectacular from

: the ground - 80 pounds of projectile teeth and fur.

 

This is actually a true story, performed by the late Kazak the Dog. Plate

glass, not that wimpy safety glass stuff. CRASH! Through the window, across

the roof, over the gutter and down into the back yard where a roomate was

lounging. Trotted around the house like it was nothing.

 

He got the ball.

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