From owner-in_nomine-digest@lists.io.com Wed Nov 29 23:07:26 2000 Return-Path: Received: from lists.io.com (majordom@lists.io.com [199.170.88.15]) by pyramid.sjgames.com (8.9.3/8.9.3) with ESMTP id XAA18991 for ; Wed, 29 Nov 2000 23:07:25 -0600 Received: (from majordom@localhost) by lists.io.com (8.9.3/8.9.1a) id XAA29481 for in_nomine-digest-outgoing; Wed, 29 Nov 2000 23:08:47 -0600 Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 23:08:47 -0600 Message-Id: <200011300508.XAA29481@lists.io.com> From: owner-in_nomine-digest@lists.io.com (in_nomine-digest) To: in_nomine-digest@lists.io.com Subject: in_nomine-digest V1 #1949 Reply-To: in_nomine-l@lists.io.com Sender: owner-in_nomine-digest@lists.io.com Errors-To: owner-in_nomine-digest@lists.io.com Precedence: bulk in_nomine-digest Wednesday, November 29 2000 Volume 01 : Number 1949 In this digest: Re: IN> Canon NSA Headquarters is a Vapulan tether Re: IN> Falling Elohim, Wear Hard Hat Re: IN> Canon NSA Headquarters is a Vapulan tether Re: IN> LIL: SEED REVISED Re: IN> Supoeriors on the Couch - Myers-Briggs In-Nominated Re: IN> Superiors on the Couch - Myers-Briggs In-Nominated IN> [ADMIN] There is only one List Admin. Re: IN> Superiors 5 IN> [ADMIN] U n / s u b s c r i b i n g IN> LIL: Heaven (The Consolidation of the Queen) IN> The worlds of Jean and Vapula Re: IN> Supoeriors on the Couch - Myers-Briggs In-Nominated Re: IN> Supoeriors on the Couch - Myers-Briggs In-Nominated Re: IN> Supoeriors on the Couch - Myers-Briggs In-Nominated IN> Hurray for Humans, Part 1 Re: IN> Asmodeus discovers a greater Game Re: IN> ...But I digress Re: IN> LIL: The leftovers ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 12:06:17 -0500 From: Whistling in the Dark Subject: Re: IN> Canon NSA Headquarters is a Vapulan tether At 8:43 PM -0800 11/28/00, Glenn Brown wrote: >Regarding the cellphone issue, page 110 of the Liber Canticorum and page >120 of Superiors 4 state that the NSA HQ is Vapulan. I agree Jean might be a >more plausible candidate to run that tether, but that is what canon says. Then I remembered wrongly, and admit it. See! I can admit when I'm wrong! Honest! Stop *snickering!* - -- Eric Alfred Burns - Habbalite of Belaboring the Point ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 11:38:34 -0600 From: "Prodigal" Subject: Re: IN> Falling Elohim, Wear Hard Hat From: "Bradley Paranial" > > DISCLAIMER: I know the the Situation in Israel/Palestine is a complicated > one and that good pepole can have verying opnions on it. > Horanan, Demon of Zionism, Habbalite Baron of Factions: Nicely done, Bradley. This is one of my favorite portrayals of an Elohite falling yet. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 11:40:42 -0600 From: "Charles Glasgow" Subject: Re: IN> Canon NSA Headquarters is a Vapulan tether - ----- Original Message ----- From: "Whistling in the Dark" To: Sent: Wednesday, November 29, 2000 11:06 AM Subject: Re: IN> Canon NSA Headquarters is a Vapulan tether > At 8:43 PM -0800 11/28/00, Glenn Brown wrote: > >Regarding the cellphone issue, page 110 of the Liber Canticorum and page > >120 of Superiors 4 state that the NSA HQ is Vapulan. I agree Jean might be a > >more plausible candidate to run that tether, but that is what canon says. > > Then I remembered wrongly, and admit it. > > See! I can admit when I'm wrong! Honest! Stop *snickering!* I'm not snickering, I'm just dismayed at the news. The NSA *and* the phone company are Infernally influenced? (Admittedly, my "The Game is into the phone company as deep as it can get" is conjecture and not canon, but I consider it to be a likely conjecture). Well, the infernal hotlines just got safer to use, but if I were an angel I wouldn't be trusting any means of communication more advanced than smoke signals... that settles it, Michael is gonna have to have Nisroch (Angel of Spies) start giving Heaven-wide open seminars on tradecraft and codes. Or Jean is going to finally have to be convinced to release that computerized automated one-time system [1] for human use. - -- Chuckg [1] Last seen in Tom Clancy's _Sum Of All Fears_ as the CIA's fictional [2] 'Tapdance' algorithm, which was basically the one-time-pad version of PGPhone. So long as the keys themselves were maintained securely, it was theoretically unbreakable, like any other one-time system. (The only way to break a one-time pad is to get a copy of the codebook. Without that, you'd better pray that the DM lets Corporeal Song of Tongues work to decrypt ciphers, 'cause that's the only way you're gonna break it.) [2] I say "fictional" because that's the only place I've ever seen it. If it actually does exist in real life, God knows that nobody's told *me*... and given that it would probably be at the Special-Intelligence (Compartmented) level of security clearance, nobody's going to. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 11:42:06 -0600 From: "Charles Glasgow" Subject: Re: IN> LIL: SEED REVISED - ----- Original Message ----- From: "Rolland Therrien" To: "In Nomine Mailing List" Sent: Wednesday, November 29, 2000 10:07 AM Subject: IN> LIL: SEED REVISED [snip] > Ok, this is just something I thought up early in the morning... But the fact > that only those 4 Princes remained out of Lucifer's old guard, just kept > screaming at me... Damn. That's BRILLIANT. - -- Chuckg ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 14:29:36 -0500 From: "Jason F. McBrayer" Subject: Re: IN> Supoeriors on the Couch - Myers-Briggs In-Nominated On Wed, Nov 29, 2000 at 08:14:58AM -0800, Sean McCarthy wrote: > Why is it that half my friends and I got the same result from that testing > (years back...) yet only one superior got the same result? And that one is > VAPULA? (And we're all computer geeks,...come to think of it.) Heh. I test out as INTP but not so strong on the P (tending towards J). So that puts me somewhere between Vapula and Jean, but leaning towards Vapula. It's not too surprising that there's only one INTP Superior -- after all, there's only one Habbalite Superior[1]! [1] Ignoring historical and minor superiors. - -- +----------------------------------------------------------------+ | Jason F. McBrayer jmcbray@carcosa.net | | The scalloped tatters of the King in Yellow must hide Yhtill | | forever. R.W. Chambers _The King in Yellow_ | ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 14:45:43 -0500 From: Earl Wajenberg Subject: Re: IN> Superiors on the Couch - Myers-Briggs In-Nominated Jason F. McBrayer wrote: > It's not too surprising that there's only one INTP Superior -- > after all, there's only one Habbalite Superior[1]! Which brings up the question of personality types and choirs/bands. I'd expect Cherubim and Mercurians to be choleric, feeling-centered types, for instance, and Elohim and Seraphim to be phlegmatic, thinking-centered types. Ophanim are clearly sanguine, action- centered types. Malakim are usually going to be melancholic, duty-centered types. Kyrios? Hm, probably a mix (naturally) of choleric and sanguine, feeling and action. But these are just trends. The seraphim Archangels aren't phlegmatics, for instance. (Except maybe Litheroy, whom I didn't list, but whom I'd peg as an ENTJ). Earl ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 18:05:45 -0500 From: Elizabeth McCoy Subject: IN> [ADMIN] There is only one List Admin. At 1:16 PM +0000 11/29/00, nick sands wrote: >Sorry this is a game. Do Not Include Real folks who will no doubt find out >out and call some kinda jyhad on you. If someone posts a "demonic" version of someone, in a way which is liable and not satire, then please inform me IN PRIVATE EMAIL. I'm the person who decides when to kick people off, and while I'm sympathetic to comments in private email about someone who is being annoying, I'm a lot less sympathetic to flames on the list. A LOT less sympathetic. And flowers do nothing to make up for a post which the poster clearly knew was marginal at best. Marginal posts go in PRIVATE EMAIL, people. If you want input on whether or not to put them on the list, email me and ask. I'm very generous when people ask me ahead of time. - --Beth, the one and ONLY List Admin ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 18:09:38 -0500 From: Elizabeth McCoy Subject: Re: IN> Superiors 5 At 8:04 AM -0800 11/29/00, Casca wrote: >On Tue, 28 November 2000, Elizabeth McCoy wrote: > >> No, drowning me with requests for one over the other will not help. >> The scheduling is completely out of my hands. When the call comes >> down for S5 to be worked on, the choice will depend, somewhat, on >> which authors are doing what, and who I want them doing, and stuff like >> that. > >Who *should* we drown with requests, in the hopes that it will be scheduled >sooner? Or is demand completely irrelevant to scheduling in this case? Demand is hardly irrelevant, but demand from the hardcore people on the list is, well, not in the numbers that revving up the IN schedule to a book a week would require. O:> The generic sjgames@io.com address might be okay for registering drool, but weaving a web of Geases among those in power in your town in order to get the series into every public library within 100 miles of you, as well as in the school curriculum... O:> Must go. Baby crying. - --Beth, typing w/a uncoopertive baby (iolanthe) causing typos. "She's either babbling, or summoning Elder Gods. I'm not sure which." ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 18:27:00 -0500 From: Elizabeth McCoy Subject: IN> [ADMIN] U n / s u b s c r i b i n g From a bounced message, it has come to my attention that some people think that they can send a message to the list which says "u n s u b s c r i b e" in it, and that it will both send to the list, AND remove them from the list. This is not the case. I have administrivia keywords set to bounce into my mailbox, so it goes there, and nowhere else. I then have to u n s u b s c r i b e the person by hand. Now, when everyone s u b s c r i b e d to the list, they got a nice little message. I'll reproduce mine, with the administrivia words *'d out so it won't bounce. Substitute a "u" for the * if you actually have to use this. Date: Tue, 11 Feb 1997 18:46:41 -0600 To: emccoy@nh.ultranet.com From: Majordomo@lists.io.com Subject: Welcome to in_nomine-l Reply-To: Majordomo@lists.io.com -- Welcome to the in_nomine-l mailing list! Please save this message for future reference. Thank you. If you ever want to remove yourself from this mailing list, send the following command in email to : *nsubscribe Or you can send mail to with the following command in the body of your email message: *nsubscribe in_nomine-l emccoy@nh.ultranet.com If you ever need to get in contact with the owner of the list, (if you have trouble unsubscribing, or have questions about the list itself) send email to . This is the general rule for most mailing lists when you need to contact a human. Now, you will all observe that I've kept this message since I s u b s c r i b e d in 1997. I strongly suggest that EVERYONE ON THIS LIST who has thrown their copy away keep THIS copy. Remember that you have to fill in YOUR address@here.com, and not use mine. Mine is not a funky password and I am already s u bscribed and if I want to u n s ubscribe, I still have my own copy of this message, thank you. Also notice that the email address to send to is NOT the list address. It is either in_nomine-l-request!lists.io.com, or majordomo@lists.io.com. Now, if everyone will please keep a copy of this message to refer to, perhaps I can have lowered blood pressure and the only Bounces in my inbox will be the spammers, who we don't want anyway. - --Beth, List Admin who is not in a good mood. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 19:42:33 -0500 From: Whistling in the Dark Subject: IN> LIL: Heaven (The Consolidation of the Queen) Yves has many methods of travel. Perhaps the most common is just appearing, whereever it is he's going. Or taking innocuous transport to go remarkable places. Or simply walking. Which is what he did on this day in Heaven. He made his way from the Library, a book tucked under his arm, and he walked into Heaven. He walked past the gleaming Halls of Progress and the shining Cathedral of Laurence. He stepped lively through the Baazar, taking the thoroughfare to the road on the edge of the Eternal City. The road to the Groves, the fields of practice, where War's forces lay and rested and trained eternally. Deep in the Groves themselves, the Archangel David stood outside a tent. He had been standing there for days, now -- never moving. Constant, as a Malakite should be. He had turned and looked into the tent once, at the request of the inhabinant. Otherwise, he had simply stood and waited. The horse's hooves thundered as the rider approached. David did not turn to look -- he knew who would be riding, and did not need to see the boy to envision him. Eventually, the boy rode into view anyhow. Erect in the saddle, wearing a simple leather jacket, jeans and a tee shirt. David had never seen James Dean movies, and had no comment for the young general as he approached. "Has he moved," Laurence asked, tersely, as he slipped out of the saddle. A sword hung on the saddle, and Laurence took a moment to transfer it to the sheath on his belt, waiting for David's answer. "No." David felt no need to elaborate. "Your angels have been defending the mortals," Laurence continued. "Against the desperate push of the Princes. I wanted to commend them - -- their strength has allowed us to carry the battle to Hell's gates on other fronts." "Thank you." Laurence opened his mouth to say something else, but decided against it. "Has he had any other visitors?" "Novalis, to heal him. You can imagine how well he took that." "Mm." Laurence nodded again, and slipped past David, into the tent. It was well appointed inside, but unstaffed. Bright banners were furled and stored. Various axes were set in racks nearby -- not that any showed use, but for the well kept great axe by the cot. Laurence was brave and honorable. Too honorable to turn away from the Archangel who lay on the cot. Too honorable not to look straight at battered, injured form. He could percieve flashes of the six eyes and six wings Michael showed every so often. He could see the tall human body Michael generally showed. He could see the bandages, the blood, the sheer battering that the mightiest of all Archangels had withstood. "Laurence," the Archangel croaked. "Firstborn," Laurence half-whispered. "You're looking better." "You're a damn liar. Come closer." Laurence moved to Michael's bedside, kneeling. "Yes?" "How is the world. And don't *sugarcoat* it. I *hate* that." Laurence nodded slightly. "It's in contrast, right now. The princes are launching desperate attacks -- almost open ones -- to bolster their Words. But with their strongest Servitors failing, it's becoming easier and easier to contain them. The Seneschals are dying, so their tethers are war camps or vulnerable. Hell has lost more ground in the last month than in the three hundred years before it." "That's because Hell *gained* ground for the last three hundred years." Michael spat to one side. "They're weak?" "Critically weak. The Princes are faltering. The infernal Word-bound are dying or dead. The Symphony is rejecting them, without Lucifer to demand their presence." Michael closed his eyes, a smile touching his lips. "Then it worked?" he whispered. "You have driven them back, Firstborn," Laurence whispered. "You stood against evil and prevailed." "I nearly lost," Michael said, eyes opening again. "If he'd hit me before I hit him... any of my Distincted could beat me now. I'm so weak...." "You won. You didn't lose." It was like a mantra. Or an expression of faith. "You beat back the night." "*Laurence,*" Michael hissed, grabbing at his arm. "This is your moment. Your *time.* You must start it! Start Armageddon *now!*" "Michael--" "Don't you see? We could *win* now. It is *certain.* Yes, we would need to trigger the signs ourselves, but then we could destroy Hell's army and remake the world into Heavenly glory! They have no leader! This is your moment." His eyes burned. Burned like Gabriel's at the cusp of her visions. Burned like a preacher's in the pulpit. "Do it *now,* boy...." Laurence took a deep breath. "They do have a leader, Michael." "What? Baal convinced--" "Not Baal. Lilith. She's apparently forming a court in Hell. We know that. We have unprecedented defections. The Fallen and Hellborn alike are taking any route out of Hell, any chance. God and Heaven, Michael - -- even demonic Word-bound in Limbo have been forcing themselves out in *any* vessel, and fleeing to us. Michael, we're winning. We don't need Arma--" "Lilith." Michael laughed. A rasping laugh that became a cough. "That's like saying *Marc* took over in my absence." Laurence felt his face burn. "He didn't. We miss you, but--" "Nothing is changed. Laurence -- *strike!* Call down the host and decimate the horde! They couldn't stop you -- not now!" "It was considered. The Seraphim Council elected to pursue the war into Hell if possible, and contain the Infernals on Earth. We'll wait out the death of the demon Princes." "*No!* Laurence -- this is the best chance we have had in twenty thousand *years!* We must--" "They're deserting, Michael. Unprecidented numbers are redeeming. Do we meet them with swords and blood and destruction? We don't need Armageddon. We're winning the War! *You* have won the War--" "Laurence..." his eyes looked desperate. "Laurence -- I know that Flowers and Trade will fight you, but this is your chance to end it all. Can't you see?" Laurence looked in Michael's eyes. "It is writ that Armageddon will come down to the battle between Heaven's Champion and the Champion of Hell. That all will be decided by that battle. Is it not so?" Michael didn't answer, his need for the end of the War on his face. "You couldn't beat Baal now, Michael. Hell, you couldn't beat *Nybbas* now. You'd die. What would happen then?" "It's a prophecy. Damn it, Laurence -- another can fight. You can! You could take Baal -- especially now!" "I am the General of the Host. *You* are Heaven's champion." Laurence stood straighter. "We're winning the War without Armageddon, right now. Why should I trigger Armageddon, when all signs are we would lose, because Heaven's Champion can barely lift his axe? Or that someone unworthy to be the Champion of Heaven will join the field and lose? There's no *need* to, Michael. You've already won the battle. Maybe your battle *was* Armageddon, and Lucifer Hell's Champion -- and now our final victory is assured." "Laurence..." Michael whispered. "No. You've given us an incredible advantage. That's what we need to pursue." "Damn it--" "That's my *decision,* Michael. Given the current tactical situation, Armageddon can only favor Hell, because Heaven is poised for final victory. We will wait them out. They can't endure much longer. We will welcome the defectors, and redeem those we can. Those who can't be redeemed will be destroyed anyway. We will contain the Princes and prevent *them* from starting Armageddon. And we will watch Lilith's power play carefully." Michael looked away, angrily. There was a throat clearing. Laurence turned. Yves stood at the flap of the tent. He had a book under one arm. "May I come in," he asked mildly. "Oh, *perfect,*" Michael snapped. "Please. Come in. On your way, drive one of these axes through me." Yves moved closer to the other two Archangels, sitting on the ground. "I'm sorry," he said, quietly. There was a long pause. "For?" Michael finally asked. "I tried. I tried my best to explain, to appeal, to... what's your word, Michael? Manipulate? But in the end, she chose her Fate." Laurence frowned. "She? Who?" "Lilith." Yves took a deep breath. "You've been critical of me, Michael, but I've always done what I thought best. But sometimes... sometimes, Fate wins over Destiny. She has embraced her Fate." Michael snorted. "No shit. She joined Hell." "That was her battlefield. Her war is lost. We must focus on winning ours, and it will be much harder now. Perhaps impossible." Laurence blinked. "We're *winning* the War," he started. "We are gaining ground. We must take all we can, and hold it. We must limit Hell's options as much as possible. And we must work with humanity. We must give them reasons to embrace selflessness. Embrace Destiny." He looks down. "I thought... I could explain it to her. I thought...." "Thought what?" Michael tried to force himself upright, shaking with the effort. "For once, *tell* us what you're talking about." Yves took a long breath. "Nothing is set in the future, Michael. Nothing. There are paths can be taken. Destinies. Fates. Sometimes both. Lilith chose the path of selfishness in the end. And that choice affects the entire Symphony." "Because... *Lilith* is Hell's new master?" Laurence sounded incredulous. "Yves, you know I have faith in what you say, but... how can Lilith *possibly* be so dangerous. I thought it reflected the desperate state of Hell. Now, if Kronos had taken the Granite Throne - -- or Baal...." "Lilith lives within the Symphony, where Baal denies it. Baal could be nothing more than Lucifer, and would have to reach impossible new heights to even equal him. He could, at best, impose his Will on the Symphony. Lilith is woven *into* the Symphony, and her choices can move the Symphony in ways Lucifer... and we... could not dream of." Michael frowned. "It's said Kronos is connected to the Symphony. Not that you've ever explained just *what* Kronos is...." "Kronos could not rule Hell, any more than I could be the General of the Host. For what it's worth... I'm sorry, Michael." He pressed the book into the wounded Archangel's hands. "Heal quickly, Michael. As quickly as you possibly can." Laurence took a deep breath. "Then... perhaps... Michael is right. Perhaps Armageddon--" "We could not start it if we wished to. Baal could not start it if he wished to. That phase of the War is over. The next phase begins now, and we must not let our hubris overshadow our duty." Yves rose, striking a cigarette. "We will speak again, soon." "You and I?" Michael asked. "Or you and Laurence?" "For what it's worth, Michael -- well fought. Bravely fought. Your victory was profound." Yves took a long drag off his cigarette. "I only hope... and pray... we can be equal to that example." The General and the Champion watched Yves leave. The odor of cigarette smoke clung in the tent afterward, mingling with leather, sweat and antiseptic. Michael looked at the book in his hand, and opened the leather cover, to read the frontspiece. "THE WAR OF HEAVEN AND HELL," it read. "PART ONE -- The Life and Death of Lucifer." He took a breath, and closed his eyes to rest. And heal. Hopefully. - -- Eric Alfred Burns - Habbalite of Belaboring the Point ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 20:35:07 -0500 From: "Charles Phipps" Subject: IN> The worlds of Jean and Vapula Continuing with "What a Superior envisions as Paradise" thread here's everyone's favorite Technocrats hard at work. Jean's World Reality as you know it has ceased to exist, welcome to the future The world of Earth has resolved all of it's problems of energy, food, warfare, and similar difficulties through the miracles of modern technology. Every home has a computer system that manages everything from your mail, bills, homelife, doors, and cooking without great difficulty and even getting dressed is simplified to allow humanity an oppurtunity to do something incredible: to think logically. Disease and the like have been wiped out as cybernetic enhancements have become increasingly common in the world today with Jean promoting children to be educated through them and not just sleep teachers that he normally has been promoting. It remains to be seen if flesh will become outmoded and go the way of the dinosaurs for the beutiful power of silicone but Jean notes that as long as humanity cares for one another it doesn't really matter if one's body is composed to steel. Jean gradually is intending to phase out the various words of Novalis, Jordi, Marc, Michael, and the rest by promoting technology and the like to the point he someday imagines humanity becomming electrical beings along the lines of Stanely Kubrick's 2001: A Space Oddessy. Jean assumes that with their words becomming outmoded they will simply be allowed to join the Higher Heavens along with Uriel whom Jean postulated 98% probablity was simply no longer necessary as a word to the Symphony as a whole other than for Armageddon. Jean's paradise is ever evolving so it doesn't really require Armageddon to happen to have Hell gradually become worthless or even if it did occur, it would really only mean less resistance to his inevitability. Vapulans of course would be the first to perish then The War and Game for simply they were more dangerous and finally phasing out the "base" bodily function Princes like Andre and Haagenti for the purposes of annhilation. With no one achiveing their Fate Lucifer and Kronos would simply become irrelevant. Why Angels sometime scare me. Vapula's World It may surprise some to believe that Vapula cares enough about the world to postulate a paradigm where he is in a paradisal land for him but he does indeed have a dream of sorts and it drives him a great deal to think about a world where Technology is dominant. MECHA pilgrimage if you will. Vapula's world is truth be told a mixture of everything bad that has every come from science for unlike Jean, Vapula has NEVER discarded an idea save perhaps goodness and purity as irrelevant. In every evil there is always something interesting that can yet be distilled or perhaps removed for the powers of Technology. Blimps mix with floating mechanized fortresses that enforce the law as all law enforcement is done by chips implanted in the brain and by massive robots who collect patients for 'sanitizing'. Vapula notes that law enforcement is troublesome because Technology can function only in a state of reasonable order but requires Hellish beliefs that are often too countermanded by the restriction of freedom. Thus pure selfishness and naked greed are encouraged but anything that would disturb technology is punished by a powerful electrical shock, conditioning from birth, and the robots with their power lashes. Hellsworn are allowed great labs and chosen from mortals of apptitude at birth or at periods in their life they move prove "interesting" while the rest of humanity is lumped in one proverbial rats maze for their own and vapula's experiments from everywhere from paradise to Hells that never die. Most species today are extinct and replaced with mutations and variations and entirely genetically engineered races.... Hmmm oh and Heaven is being refitted and terraformed to better accomadate demon life with most of the now nearly extinct race of Order Celestial Genus Angelius (of which Habbalah are the sole surviving group of healthy) in captivity in hopes of discovering all their mysteries before they sadly pass on. In truth Vapula's world is hard to imagine because it is literally the experiment that never ends. Oh and Vapula has proven he's God by the way...or God is dead..or something. - -Charlemagne ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 21:19:42 -0500 From: "William J. Keith" Subject: Re: IN> Supoeriors on the Couch - Myers-Briggs In-Nominated >Me and Jean, INTJ's. Go Jean, go! > >