=idsf2 Call me Bill. Ishamael is just too passe. I'm told that scientists on Planet Earth -- you know, that rather unintelligently designed one in a unistar system on the outskirts of one of the minor spiral galaxies -- have named me WM3G7XQ/73OP, but that's actually one of my neighbors, with whom -- which, rather -- I am scarcely on speaking terms. And anyhow, it's hard to remember, much less quickly pronounce to any other being with whom you would really rather not spend more than 3 nano_seconds at most -- and those prefereably at a distant of noz less than approximately 35 Mega_Light_Years. I had been well on my way to retirement when I got a recall notice from Galactic Central. Apparently Schmdrik Associates -- our erstwhile subsidiary whose cut_rate but supposedly intelligent design of the origin of species on planet Terra has cost us so many complaints from Quality Control that it was all I could do to get out the back door with my Gold Watch -- #L2 to use your terminlogy; in fact it is less like a pocket_watch than an exceptionally upper_range Yellow_White__SuperNova , though that description barely does it justice. #L3 But I had wanted to keep some souvenior of all my MegaEons as -- Product Manager, I suppose you would call it. #L1 I mean, almost a hundred tolerably if not reasonably sentinent species in the Kali Yurga alone, distributed with sufficient room for natural growth over -- well, let us just say, an incomprehensibly large number of galaxies -- and we have to run into problems with this one. If I ever meet Mr. Schmendrik -- if that really is his name, and for that matter if he really does exist -- I shall certainly give himn a piece of my mind, which I'm sure he could use. #L2 Or Mrs. or possibly even Ms. Shmendrik -- #L3 though that does open other options which one really oughtn't ever to explore -- #L4 pardon my poetics; I mean only to say: other tunnels of thought into which I ought not go, not at my age anyhow. #L5 But --- well, I have vowed not even to think of my wife for the duration of this assignment, and I shall do my best not to do so. Oh, bother your langauge. #L6 Well, forgive a fond old man his ruminations. #L7 Or is that what cows do, whatever cows are. Something one must take with coffee, if I recall, although take to where I'm not quite sure. #L1 So, to my story: As you recall, when I had last attempted to make an -- unannounced, of course -- Field Visit to Schmendrik Laboratories, in the Alpha Centauri system -- #L2 -- for obvious reasons we do not wish to diivulge the precise location -- #L1 I had found the gate padlocked -- #L2 I use your symbolic analogues, of course; you would have seen only a galaxy_sized virtual formation of dark matter with incipient singualrities -- #L1 with a sign saying only 'Deus Abscondit'. A bit of an unnecessary dig, that, and it got our Retrieval Team sufficiently motivated -- something that normally can not be done even by the most officious of us in less than the life_span of a moderate_sized nebula -- that they actually ran them down in their new hidey_hole somewhere -- #L2 -- again, I must not be too specific; theree are quite a few dissatisfied customers by now, and some of them rate rather high on the gamma_ray scale, not to mention the antimatter platter -- #L1 -- in the HoreeHead Nebula. Yes, I know all the all the old jokes about Horace Head -- that he built it as a lolly for his dolly as they tell me that you say -- but those are really not to the point. TO BE CONTINUED, IF I DON'T IMPLODE. ================================================================= Notes: I'm looking now at National Geographic, November '04, "Was Darwin Wrong" by David Quammen. The subtitle is: 'No. The evidence for evolution is overwhelming.' This looks like a serious article, much more so than the IHT screeds -- too serious to work into this parody. I'll have to deal with it seperately. =============================================================== sa, Campra, 2 Jan '06 -- 3 teveT I guess ===============================================================