Thursday, August 28 2008: The Story of Votan, by S.K.
From: "Gadd, Steve"
To: hickory
Subject: The Story of Votan, by S.K.
Date: Fri, 22 Nov 96 11:26:00 PST
Chapter 2A
In which Kath and Ed show Mr. Sloane their considerable hospitality
Ah, rather overdone, McChoakumchild. If he had only learnt a little less how infinitely better he would have taught much, much more!
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Paragraph One: It was a dark and stormy night. No. That won't do. Let me start again.
It was a bright and cheery night. No no no. Much too happy. Long ago in the dim ages, there lived a man named Votan. He worked well with his hands and made a respectable living building things from leaves.
He used leaves of all sorts -- pine, maple, oak, poison ivy. It was his livelihood. But alas, there had to be some sort of misfortune that would befall our good friend Votan, otherwise this would be one very boring story.
Lalala ... Votan made a fine living building things from leaves. Nothing spectacular or disastrous ever befell him and he liked who he was. The end.
That'd be a poor story to say the least. Where's the angst? The human interest? There has to be one of those four or six kinds of struggles all stories, novels, plays, or narrations fall into. But I digress.
Metanarration ruins the flow of a good story much like too much narration ruins a good action flick.
So, Votan was doing well, but lo, neighboring clans and distant enemies changed this peaceful existance and Votan ran like hell.
Votan's Story Page ?PN?
?Time... What is it? Votan wondered the same thing. Why you might ask?
Because I made him. I'm the master of this world I've created. I'm somewhat like God. Albeit, in a limited sense. OS/2 -- Operate at a higher level. I like OS/2. Quite a good little operating system
Good things about OS/2
1. It's made by IBM, not MS
2. It's true 32-bit technology
3. It's been around for ages
4. Version 4 has a cool nick name -- Merlin.
Good things about NT
1. It's true 32-bit technology
2. It has lots of apps
3. It's been around for ages.
Part Two, or This is where the story really starts
Sorry about those previous digressions. I'm new at this whole thing.
Anyway, Votan was living his happy little life making things from leaves, and then neighboring clans and distant enemies allied to make sure that he no longer had a good time doing things nor liked who he was. To do this they began taunting him. "Votan Wotan little poopy Potan," they would chant while Votan made things from leaves. This angered Votan so he went away and never came back.
THE END
To: hickory
Subject: The Story of Votan, by S.K.
Date: Fri, 22 Nov 96 11:26:00 PST
Chapter 2A
In which Kath and Ed show Mr. Sloane their considerable hospitality
Ah, rather overdone, McChoakumchild. If he had only learnt a little less how infinitely better he would have taught much, much more!
This Heading is Centered in Courier Font
Paragraph One: It was a dark and stormy night. No. That won't do. Let me start again.
It was a bright and cheery night. No no no. Much too happy. Long ago in the dim ages, there lived a man named Votan. He worked well with his hands and made a respectable living building things from leaves.
He used leaves of all sorts -- pine, maple, oak, poison ivy. It was his livelihood. But alas, there had to be some sort of misfortune that would befall our good friend Votan, otherwise this would be one very boring story.
Lalala ... Votan made a fine living building things from leaves. Nothing spectacular or disastrous ever befell him and he liked who he was. The end.
That'd be a poor story to say the least. Where's the angst? The human interest? There has to be one of those four or six kinds of struggles all stories, novels, plays, or narrations fall into. But I digress.
Metanarration ruins the flow of a good story much like too much narration ruins a good action flick.
So, Votan was doing well, but lo, neighboring clans and distant enemies changed this peaceful existance and Votan ran like hell.
Votan's Story Page ?PN?
?Time... What is it? Votan wondered the same thing. Why you might ask?
Because I made him. I'm the master of this world I've created. I'm somewhat like God. Albeit, in a limited sense. OS/2 -- Operate at a higher level. I like OS/2. Quite a good little operating system
Good things about OS/2
1. It's made by IBM, not MS
2. It's true 32-bit technology
3. It's been around for ages
4. Version 4 has a cool nick name -- Merlin.
Good things about NT
1. It's true 32-bit technology
2. It has lots of apps
3. It's been around for ages.
Part Two, or This is where the story really starts
Sorry about those previous digressions. I'm new at this whole thing.
Anyway, Votan was living his happy little life making things from leaves, and then neighboring clans and distant enemies allied to make sure that he no longer had a good time doing things nor liked who he was. To do this they began taunting him. "Votan Wotan little poopy Potan," they would chant while Votan made things from leaves. This angered Votan so he went away and never came back.
THE END
