**************************************************************************** ### # # ### ##### ## # # # ## ## # # ### ##### ## ### ### # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # #### ### # # # # # # # # # ## # #### ### # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # ### # ## # # # ## ## ## ### # # # # # ### ____________________________________________________________________________ # # ### #### # # #### # # ### #### ##### # # ##### #### # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # #### ### ### ##### # # #### ##### # # ##### ### # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # ### ### # # # # #### # # ### # # # ##### ##### #### *******NUMBERS 406 TO 410*****************************BY DANIEL BOWEN******* *****Please note, some of the quoted addresses within this file may no***** ***longer be correct. Please email info@toxiccustard.com for information.*** "Eventual Toxic Custard" First of all, I'd like to apologise for last week's TCWF transmission. Due to a number of circumstances, I came to send it out using a different method than usual. And I stuffed it up. As you saw, every subscriber - all 1250 of you, got their addresses listed in the message. This, I can assure you, made me feel really really stupid for stuffing up the first rule of mass mailing, which is all about how to tell the difference between the To: and Bcc: fields. Those of you in Melbourne who feel angry about this may e-mail me to make an appointment to kick my arse. Those of you in the UK, Belgium and France who'd like to kick my arse may pre-book for September. _____ ___ ___ TOXIC CUSTARD WORKSHOP FILES | | | | |__ by Daniel Bowen Number 406, 27th July 1998 | |___ |_|_| | www.toxiccustard.com --------------------------------------------------------------------- This week, we at Toxic Custard present a special Web event. In the past fortnight, the popular press was rocked by the Our First Time scandal: Two people claiming to be eighteen year old virgins claiming they were going to have sex for the first time and webcast it, turned out to be putting on a hoax. In a valiant (though probably futile) attempt to stem your disappointment at having missed out on this event, we at Toxic Custard present our own history-making telecast this Wednesday night: "My First Beard". On Wednesday night (29/7/98) at 10pm Australian Eastern Standard Time, Daniel Bowen will webcast the shaving off of his first beard. Set your alarm clock, write it on your hand or get your mum to remind you. But make sure you join the world at http://www.toxiccustard.com/ to watch a historic shave that you may never forget. AEST Wed 10pm; Central 9:30pm; West 8pm; Auckland midnight; Tokyo 9pm; Hong Kong 8pm; Moscow 4pm; Berlin 2pm; London 1pm; New York 8am; Seattle 5am. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - DIARY - Sun 26/7/98 - We're all going to die Last night found me seated with a few friends in row F of the Palais Theatre stalls, once again watching legendary musician Paul Kelly and his band in a dazzling performance of masterful rock'n'roll. A satisfying blend of songs from the new album and old favourites too. But what's also worth mentioning was the support act. Don Walker, apparently one of the geniuses behind Cold Chisel anthems such as "Khe Sahn", managed to play a set so depressing, so agonisingly painful that I think those audience members who weren't applauding him for finally finishing were busy looking in their pockets for razor blades to slash their wrists with. I'd heard rumours that Don's songs were not exactly cheerful boppy numbers. One post on a mailing list I'm on had mentioned songs of the "We're all going to die" genre. I obviously misunderstood that posting a bit, because I was quite unprepared for the moment when Don launched into one of his songs, that is actually called, and concerns itself with the fact that "We're All Gunna Die". That may be true, but everybody cheered up when the support act finished. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Comments? Questions? Abuse? Reply now! You're receiving this because you asked to. To get off this mailing list, do NOT reply: send mail to request@toxiccustard.com with the subject "remove". (It's pretty easy, but you wouldn't believe the number of thickies who are unable to follow these simple instructions.) If you have friends who would like to join the list, get them to mail request@toxiccustard.com with the subject "subscribe" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -- Copyright (c) 1998 Daniel Bowen. Excerpts may be distributed free of charge provided no modifications are made and all credits remain intact. Support the creation and distribution of free humour by preserving author credits. -- Daniel Bowen, Custard Communications Pty Ltd, Melbourne, Australia ---------- E-mail: dbowen@custard.net.au ------- TCWF information: info@toxiccustard.com Waste your time here---> http://www.toxiccustard.com <---Waste your time here ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Uncontaminated Toxic Custard" A note for readers in Sydney: Toxic Custard is entirely safe to consume. It need not be boiled first, and has not been found to contain contaminants of any kind. ===+=== +==== ||| ||| +==== Number 407, 3/8/97 |||oxic |||ustard |||||orkshop |+==iles by Daniel Bowen | +==== | | || http://www.toxiccustard.com Well, DOZENS of people tuned in for that historic Internet event last week, the first webcast of my beard being shaved off. See what you missed, at http://www.toxiccustard.com/features/beard/ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THE YEAR 2031 - Part 19 Ralph and Chuck were heading back to Earth. This was something they were both glad about after so much time away from home, though Chuck was worried that he hadn't paid the landlady his rent before he left. The amazing pictures of the dead cities of Venus were still keeping the media busier than the Presidential sex scandal back in 2007 (the one with the sheep) and the discovery of the gigantic engraved stone gave NASA hope that they would discover what had happened to the Venusians. The mission control crew were kept busy feeding images of the stone through the interpretative computers, to try and discover that it meant. Before too many hours had gone by, they had the answer. Ah, the awesome power of Intel's Pentium XXVI chips. It was a message. A message left by the long gone Venusians for whoever might come along to find it. And it went like this: "Greetings, Earthlings. At least, we're going to presume you're Earthlings, because you're the only other lifeforms we've noticed in the vicinity that have even the tiniest glimmerings of intelligence. "If those pesky Martian sand creatures have reached us first, we'll quite frankly be very very surprised. They haven't figured out the lever or the wheel yet, so we think it might be a while before they master space travel. "This is a message to tell you who we were. We were the people of Venus. "We have been monitoring your scientific progress, and calculate that by the time you read this, it will have been many millennia since we died out. "Bummer, isn't it. But we've brought it on ourselves. We've mined this planet mercilessly for five centuries for the amazing fossil fuel resources underneath the surface. "We've been having a merry old time with our cars, our trucks, our ride-on mowers, inter-continental passenger rockets, and all those other fun things you Earthlings probably use your fossil fuels for. "Our supplies seemed endless, so we didn't give a second thought to the choking pollution that was increasingly taking over our cities. Oh sure, the usual mob of environmentalists kept shouting about it, but who takes notice of them? "Several decades ago, our scientists, our weather computers and the President's astrologer all realised there was a problem. The pollution was somehow eating away at our atmosphere. The sun's UV rays were pouring in. The smog was getting terrible. But none of our politicians have been brave enough to change things. For the sake of maintaining our wealth and our luxurious lifestyles, our planet was dying. "Last year everyone finally realised the planet was doomed. We tried to stop it, by freezing use of our fossil fuels, but now it's too late. As I write this, we may have just weeks left. The air is poisonous. We can't grow food. Those of us who can are locking ourselves away in airtight bunkers. But the tins of food will have run out long before we are able to use the surface of our planet again. "We are in very, very deep shit. "That is our story, Earthlings. By the time you read this, I don't know how much of our civilisation will be left. Good luck, and have a happy existence." - The end - Forgotten how it all went? You can read the whole story again from the start at http://www.toxiccustard.com/features/2031/ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - TOXIC CUSTARD GUIDE TO AUSTRALIA Tony Lottis of Seattle, USA wrote: I was listening to the news on my way to work this morning and heard a report that Australian officials had found a 3 mile long engraving of an Aborigine in the Outback. Apparently this tremendously huge drawing in the ground even came complete with a 750 ft. long representation of "manhood." My question is, have you heard of this news? If so, is there any follow up as to who spent the considerable time and energy to complete the project? There's a lot of controversy about this figure, known as Marree Man. Nobody seems to know just how this thing got there. Evidently nobody noticed when it was being made (it is comparatively new), and nobody has claimed responsibility. It's even more puzzling because you would need a serious amount of earthmoving equipment to do it. Tractors, ploughs, bulldozers, that sort of thing. And some kind of location instruments (probably GPS or something similar) to make sure the figure came out right. The only clue so far was an anonymous fax sent to the Adelaide media, which because of the language used, was suspected to have been written by an American. The local Aborigines who own the land are not pleased by its existence. Which is fair enough, it's kind of like somebody coming along and spray-painting on your back fence. Interesting to look at perhaps, but not what you hand in mind. At least nobody's suggested it was aliens. For a picture of the Marree Man, plus more questions and answers, and to ask your own questions, head to http://www.toxiccustard.com/australia/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Comments? Abuse? Queries? Reply now! You're receiving this because you asked to. To get off this mailing list, do NOT reply: send mail to request@toxiccustard.com with the subject "remove". If you have friends who would like to join the list, get them to mail request@toxiccustard.com with the subject "subscribe" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -- Copyright (c) 1998 Daniel Bowen. Excerpts may be distributed free of charge provided no modifications are made and all credits remain intact. Support the creation and distribution of free humour by preserving author credits. -- Daniel Bowen, Custard Communications Pty Ltd, Melbourne, Australia ---------- E-mail: dbowen@custard.net.au ------- TCWF information: info@toxiccustard.com Waste your time here---> http://www.toxiccustard.com <---Waste your time here ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Headless Toxic Custard" Okay, I know for the last couple of weeks there have been mail stuff-ups, resulting in duplicate copies of TCWF being sent out. (You don't have to read both copies, by the way). The consequences of this happening again have been explained to my mailing software, and I'm hoping therefore that it won't. And crossing my fingers. ===== ==== = = = ==== http://www.toxiccustard.com = = = = = === Number 408 = ==== ===== = Written by Daniel Bowen TOXIC CUSTARD WORKSHOP FILES 10/8/98 DIARY - 9/8/98 - Running around like a headless chook The past few weeks I've been rushing around like a headless chook, and haven't had much time to update my diary. So here's the latest, including tying up some loose ends from last month: * Isaac's hair was eventually cut by a friendly neighbourhood barber - while Isaac was asleep * The beard got shaved off a couple of weeks ago, and was webcast. If you missed it, it's still available * I got flu a couple of weeks ago, and although most of it's gone, the hideous-sounding cough is still present. Makes me sound like sixty year old chain smoker. Over the weekend I got the air tickets and the BritRail pass for my trip next month. Still have yet to book the accommodation, which I'll probably do next week. Even though most of it's YHA Hostels, it's apparently best to pre-book for the summer months, so once I've worked out my itinerary, I'll do so. I've got to admit, I'm starting to panic a little bit. Will the family survive without me? Worse yet, will they unaccountably thrive? Will I get to the airport and discover that I've forgotten some vital ingredient in the overseas holiday recipe? Like my passport, air tickets, or perhaps even my whole backpack? When I get to France, what do I do? I don't speak any French. Okay, so I'm going to practice how to say "I don't speak French" in French (which sounds pretty silly, now I think of it), but will this be enough? Will the Parisians be friendly and try to communicate exactly where that toilet I need so badly is, or will they somehow work out that I bought an anti-French nuclear test postcard a couple of years ago and take pleasure in watching me sweat (or worse)? How do the ticket machines work on the Paris Metro? Will I get lost somewhere in the Scottish highlands? What happens if on the tube in London I miss Willesden Green and end up at Stanmore? Is my grandfather really going to try and explain how the toilet works? Should I go to Amsterdam? Should I buy a new camera duty free before I go? Strangely, what's making it a little less stressful is the Web. Thanks to the Web, I've been reading up on the various cities I'll be heading for. I can check my flight details. I can find out what time the trains are from Inverness to Plockton. Marvellous stuff. I still want to know why every place name has its own translation in every other language - and who decides how they're translated. But perhaps it just doesn't matter. All the latest from the diary at http://www.toxiccustard.com/diary/ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Viva the Revolution! I think... I get the feeling that this whole computer revolution thing has gone a bit too far. Maybe this is the computer nerd in me speaking, but there was a time when computers were... well... a bit special. Not just anyone could use them, and not just anybody had one. But now it really does seem like the industry visionaries are getting their way, and soon there will be a PC in every home, on any flat surface available. All the signs that computers are becoming an every day part of life are there. There's a URL tagged on the end of most TV commercials. And it's not just the computer companies that are doing it any more - it's car companies, newspapers, phone companies - even vitamin companies! There are billboards and buses advertising web sites. But the one thing that proved to me above all others that the computer revolution had taken over was this: an glossy advertisement for Intel processors. On the back of "Family Circle" magazine. What does this mean? It means that we are now at the stage where - and I can hear computer professionals the world over gasping at the prospect - where ordinary people are buying computers. When I was a teenager last decade, my friends and I knew all about computers. Back then the Commodore 64 ruled the home computer world, and most parents knew nothing about any of it, except for the startling amount of cash this new found hobby was costing them as their kids gradually filled up their bedrooms with every associated computer gizmo available. But now with advances in technology, computers have become so much more powerful and friendly to use that the everyday person in the street can just about buy, setup and use a home computer all by themselves, with only a 1800 number as backup. Okay, so computers are not quite at the stage where they are as simple to use as other household appliances - though some people would find the prospect of mastering a PC and a VCR timer equally daunting. Computers still have hiccups. You don't see your microwave displaying a GPF error when you're re-heating your leftovers. And the television doesn't freeze up so you have to reboot it. But if you think of the advances home computers have made over the last ten years, it's obvious that it's only a matter of time when anybody will be able to use a computer - without having that 1800 number for help. Yes, even your parents. More computing articles at http://www.toxiccustard.com/computing/articles/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Comments? Abuse? Queries? Reply now! You're receiving this because you asked to. To get off this mailing list, do NOT reply: send mail to request@toxiccustard.com with the subject "remove". If you have friends who would like to join the list, get them to mail request@toxiccustard.com with the subject "subscribe" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -- Copyright (c) 1998 Daniel Bowen. Excerpts may be distributed free of charge provided no modifications are made and all credits remain intact. Support the creation and distribution of free humour by preserving author credits. -- Daniel Bowen, Custard Communications Pty Ltd, Melbourne, Australia ---------- E-mail: dbowen@custard.net.au ------- TCWF information: info@toxiccustard.com Waste your time here---> http://www.toxiccustard.com <---Waste your time here ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Olympic Toxic Custard" ***** ***** * * ***** Number 409, 17/8/98 * * * * * **** Written by Daniel Bowen *OXIC *****USTARD *****ORKSHOP *ILES http://www.toxiccustard.com --------------------------------------------------------------------- DIARY - Mon 17/8/98 - Shoes I'm finding shoes to be a real pain in the arse right now. I mean figuratively, not literally. What a shame that the standards of western society demand that people have footwear. Maybe it's just me, but I seem to have pretty bad luck with shoes. The shoes I usually wear to work decided last week to start disintegrating. Well, okay, so maybe disintegrating is exaggerating a little - but only a little. They are, naturally, just out of the warranty period. Thankfully getting them fixed over the weekend only set me back ten bucks, but the inconvenience of not having them to wear to work bugs me. I have to resort to my walking shoes. I'll call them my walking shoes because I can't think of any better way of describing them. They're a pair of brownish-reddish shoes, very comfortable though a little too large for my feet - and no I don't recall how or why I managed to buy a pair a little too large. That's not so much of a problem though, 'cos I just wear thick socks with them. What bugs me about these shoes is that they're different colours. Not radically different colours, but different enough that it's noticeable. At least, I perceive that people probably notice them and think what a strange person I am for wearing odd shoes, though probably nobody has actually noticed them and it's just a little paranoia on my part. They're different due to a tragic shoe-polishing accident last year, when I started polishing one of them with medium brown instead of tan. This proved to be a bad mistake, but not as fatal (again, figuratively) as stopping, trying to wipe the brown off, and using tan for the other shoe. The result after that, almost no matter what you do, is odd shoes. It's taken many, many months to be brave enough to experiment again with the shoe polish and try and fix it, but I finally got around to it this morning before dashing out the door with them on my feet. I had a go at the lighter of the two shoes with the darker of the two polishes. They're not perfect, but I'll keep at them because I think these'll be the shoes I'll take to Europe. They're sturdy and comfortable and should be good for strolling down cobblestone streets and waiting on station platforms and in airport lounges and that kind of thing. Besides which, I've been reading in the guidebooks about how people who wear runners in Europe are spotted straight off as tourists. I figure that my video camera and backpack should be giveaway enough, I don't need my shoes to underline it. All the latest from the diary at http://www.toxiccustard.com/diary/ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - TOXIC CUSTARD GUIDE TO AUSTRALIA Nancy in Toronto, Canada writes: I'm a tech-head/computer geek otherwise known as a contract systems consultant. I'm considering Australia as a possible place to work for a while. Am I gonna get in? Are women respected in this field? Is everyone panicking about the "millennium bug"? Finally and most importantly - am I going to be able to join a curling club? My perception of the computer industry at the moment is that like in a lot of countries, there's a shortage of personnel. I don't have any official figures to back me up on this, but being a computer contractor myself, judging from the number of calls I get about jobs, this would appear to be the case. (By the way if anybody in Australia reading this needs a programming job, drop me a line, I may have a lead for you.) Your main problem would be getting a visa to work. I suggest inquiring with the Department of Immigration. There are plenty of women in the IT industry in Australia. Not as many men of course (why are fewer women inclined to geekdom?) but yes, women are well respected by their colleagues. Just not by anybody else. (Joke!) The millennium bug issue is currently hotting up with TV and newspaper campaigns promoting awareness. As for curling, in the big cities of Australia, there are clubs for just about everything. But not curling. If I'm right, curling requires ice, right? That, at least outside ice rinks in the dead of winter, could be a problem. John, somewhere in the USA wrote: Is Melbourne really bent that Sydney's finally getting an Olympic Games? Heck no! Melbourne had a highly successful (if our forebears are to be believed) Olympic Games back in 1956. No doubt those who were around at the time will be making comparisons in 2000. Let's just hope all the wonderful new technology they're installing at the Homebush Olympic site is 2000 compliant. We were a little peeved when Atlanta got the '96 games, since we were one of the contenders. I think I'm safe in saying that our train and other public transport systems crap all over their's and probably no bombs would have gone off, but that's life. For relevant hyperlinks, more questions and answers, and to ask your own questions, head to http://www.toxiccustard.com/australia/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Comments? Abuse? Queries? Reply now! To get off this mailing list, do NOT reply: send mail to request@toxiccustard.com with the subject "remove". If you have friends who would like to join the list, get them to mail request@toxiccustard.com with the subject "subscribe" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -- Copyright (c) 1998 Daniel Bowen. Excerpts may be distributed free of charge provided no modifications are made and all credits remain intact. Support the creation and distribution of free humour by preserving author credits. -- Daniel Bowen, Custard Communications Pty Ltd, Melbourne, Australia ---------- E-mail: dbowen@custard.net.au ------- TCWF information: info@toxiccustard.com Waste your time here---> http://www.toxiccustard.com <---Waste your time here ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Worldwide Toxic Custard" === /== | | | === Number 410, August 24th, 1998 |oxic \==ustard \/\/orkshop |=iles Written by Daniel Bowen ----------------------------------------- http://www.toxiccustard.com DIARY - Mon 24/8/98 - T minus 8 days Well, take-off day is only 8 days away now. I'm getting less nervous about getting everything organised, and more excited at the prospect of stepping down on foreign soil for a bit of a wander round. I'm not really nervous of flying - the two airlines I'm using, Qantas and British Airways, seem to have pretty good safety records (particularly Qantas). Given the proximity of the flight path to the Middle East, and Clinton's recent messing around with his missile, I'm pretty pleased I'm not flying on an American airline... We'll know there's something sneaky going on if a year or two down the track, some US military scientists name the next missile they develop the Missile Online Nuclear Intercontinental Combat Armament or something. Got an aerogramme from my Grandad today, the first from him for probably a decade and a half that's actually been anything approaching legible. He's given all the details of how to get from Heathrow to his place in West Sussex. So provided I don't get lost at Victoria Station I should find it okay. I've been looking through my passport, at the small number of visas, stamps and other memorabilia that appears within. There's thirty-two pages in the passport, not counting those used for my photo and details. Thirty-two pages, all numbered, yet all the immigration officials seem to have different ideas about where to leave their marks. One's at the start, one's at the end, and the rest are scattered around on random pages in the middle. Why? Is it so the guys and gals at Immigration Control can have a good nose through to see where you've been while they look for the bit that pertains to them? Couldn't they just do it conventionally, down each page, and onto the next page when that page is full? Is it too much to ask to have a neat passport? TRIP ITINERARY This is the plan so far for my trip: Date Location Tue 1/9 Kiss family goodbye and depart Melbourne' Tullamarine airport on Qantas flight 301 (actually a British Airways flight in disguise), with stops in Sydney and Singapore Wed 2/9 Arrive London Heathrow bright and early at twenty past five. Head for Victoria Station, then by train to Bognor Regis for pickup by the Grandparents and time with the rellies for a few days Sun 6/9 Start exercising the Britrail Pass, by heading north to Edinburgh; either on the Sunday late night sleeper train or by stopping off somewhere else on the way on Sunday night (perhaps York?) Mon-Tue 7-8/9 Stay at Edinburgh at the Scottish YHA Eglington hostel. Who cares if I just missed the Festival, it's all new to me! Wed 9/9 Probably Inverness Thu-Fri 10-11/9 Plockton, home of Hamish Macbeth (a.k.a Robert Carlyle before he got mega-famous in Trainspotting and The Full Monty) and mentioned in the Lonely Planet guide as one of the most picturesque villages in Scotland. I hope Plockton isn't as crime-infested as Loch Dubh. Sat 12/9 Head back south, probably stopping off in Glasgow (or maybe Edinburgh again) Sun 13/9 Probably a night at my uncle Hew's place in South Croydon (London) Mon 14/9 2:15, fly British Airways flight 396 from Heathrow to Brussels. Spend a few nights at the home of Jeannie (former workmate) and Richard in Brussels, exploring for sites of Tintin-esquitude and getting to know things Belgian. Mmmm... Chocolate Thu-Fri 17-18/9 Depending on how much I like Belgium, and how much of an imposition I am on Jeannie and Richard, I might head for Amsterdam for a couple of days Sat-Sun 19-20/9 After catching one of those blindingly fast TGVs to Paris, stay at the Le d'Artagnan YHA hostel. Stroll around Paris, and try to avoid riding in any bulletproof black Mercedes through tunnels. Mon 21/9 At 12:15 fly British Airways BA307 from Charles De Gaulle to Heathrow. Due to time differences, this looks like a ten minute flight on the booking! Probably head back to Uncle Hew's place for a couple of nights. Wed-Sat 23/9-26/9 Get a taste of central London, from the comfort of the YHA hostel in St Pancras. Check out all the landmarks, and of course get the traditional picture crossing Abbey Road on that crossing. Also want to find the fake police station in South London where they film The Bill. Sun-Mon 27/9-28/9 Either more time in London (have to visit my old schoolmate Merlin in Wilseden Green), or perhaps a bit more country exploring, depending on how many days I have left on my Britrail Flexipass. At some stage a visit to Legoland in Windsor is essential! Tue 29/9 Head back to Heathrow one last time to catch Qantas flight 10 at 10:30pm Thu 1/10 Arrive bright and early back in Melbourne at 4:55am! This itinerary, together with information updated hopefully en route, is at http://www.toxiccustard.com/diary/1998/europe/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Comments? Abuse? Queries? Reply now! To get off this mailing list, do NOT reply: send mail to request@toxiccustard.com with the subject "remove". If you have friends who would like to join the list, get them to mail request@toxiccustard.com with the subject "subscribe" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -- Copyright (c) 1998 Daniel Bowen. Excerpts may be distributed free of charge provided no modifications are made and all credits remain intact. Support the creation and distribution of free humour by preserving author credits. -- Daniel Bowen, Custard Communications Pty Ltd, Melbourne, Australia ---------- E-mail: dbowen@custard.net.au ------- TCWF information: info@toxiccustard.com Waste your time here---> http://www.toxiccustard.com <---Waste your time here ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Toxic Custard Workshop Files - http://www.toxiccustard.com - is Copyright (c) 1998 Daniel Bowen, Melbourne, Australia. Excerpts may be distributed without charge provided no modifications are made and this notice is appended. For subscription and back-issue information, send email to info@toxiccustard.com