Local:
Login name: capsalad  			In real life: ???

Athena-wide:
Login name: capsalad  			In real life: Dave Schulman
Nickname: Captain Salad
Office: 54-2300 MIT,  x3-9400		Home phone: 225-9629
Directory: /mit/capsalad            	Shell: /bin/csh
On since Sun Nov 13 21:59:40 1988 on unix:0.0 from W20-575-55.MIT.EDU
Project: Present location: Student Center (x3-0103)
Plan:

      Poetry of the Day:


                   "Loneliness"

     
                YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
                AAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGHH!
                WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM
                WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM
                WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM
                CRUNCH SMASH KICK
                BEAT POUND STOMP
                AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIEEE!
                ...and there will always be
                two souls, reaching
                searching, through the darkness,
                reaching for love, reaching for the light,
                grasping, joyously, the hand of another;
                too nearsighted to distinguish that hand
                from THE HOT 600-VOLT ELECTRODE OF A HEAVY-DUTY BUG BURNER!
                Z        O        R        C        H!!!!!
                AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
                HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!



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        No Trespassing

                       -- four-seventeenths of a Haiku", by Hunter S. Thompson

        

Local:
Login name: klaatu    			In real life: ???

Athena-wide:
Login name: klaatu    			In real life: Rob Gates
Nickname: TABNQ
Office: Random 240M,  x5-9677		Home phone: 623-0490
Directory: /mit/klaatu              	Shell: /bin/csh
Never logged in.
Plan:


				Gifts
				     

			A light against the darkness;
			the deep velvet black of my soul,
			enclosed and radiant in an absence of light.

			A salve to heal the wounds;
			the wounds of a life of silent pain,
			the blood held back by hope of future peace.

			A soothing song to banish dreams;
			dreams of nothing more than nothing,
			void of light and laughter, pain and dark.

			These and more I saw in you.

			But your light, it merely burned me;
			scorching away the bonds which held the darkness back.

			Your salve, it only drew forth blood;
			pushing away the bandages of hope.

			And your song, it simply haunted me;
			replacing dreams with refrains of what might have been.

			This and more you gave to me.