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  Msg#: 314             Rec'd                        Date: 03-23-94  10:42
  From: Saul Ansbacher @1:342/666                    Read: Yes    Replied: No 
    To: Lance Gilstrap @1:124/311                    Mark:                     
  Subj: Bruces...
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LG>LG> JM> G'day Bruce!

LG>LG>Bruce?  Why did you call me Bruce?  it says on the message "Alec"

LG> SA> Alec is your name not Bruce? Well might cause a bit of confusion, mind
LG> SA> if we just call you Bruce to keep it strait? Err' Bruce what's New Bruc
LG> SA> going to going to teach?

LG>What exactly does "What's New Bruce going to going to teach mean?

Well Bruce, 'have you not seen the Bruces Sketch? It's quite funny. I'll
post it in this very message, just look down...

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****  The Bruces                                                           ****
****  From Monty Python Live at City Center,                               ****
****  Monty Python Live at the Hollywood Bowl, etc.                        ****
****  Transcribed by  EP505RPK@YALEVM.BITNET ,  4/86                       ****

Notes from the Transcriber:
"Abbos" is derisive slang for the aborigones.
"Pommeyland" is England.
"Poofters" are homosexuals.


G'day, Bruce!
Oh, Hello Bruce!
How are you Bruce?
A bit crooked, Bruce.
Where's Bruce?
He's not 'ere, Bruce.
Blimey, it's hot in here, Bruce.
Hot enough to boil a monkey's bum!
That's a strange expression, Bruce.
Well Bruce, I heard the Prime Minister use it. "It's hot enough to boil
 a monkey's bum in here, your Majesty," he said and she smiled quietly
 to herself.
She's a good Sheila Bruce, and not at all stuck up.
Here! Here's the boss-fellow now!
'Ow  are you, Bruce?
G'day Bruce!
Bruce.
Hello Bruce.
Bruce.
How are you, Bruce?
G'day Bruce.
Gentleman, I'd like to introduce man from Pommeyland who is joinin'
 us this year in the philosophy department at the University of
 Walamaloo.
(Everyone) G'day!
Hello.
Michael Baldwin, Bruce. Michael Baldwin, Bruce. Michael Baldwin, Bruce.
Is your name not Bruce?
No, it's Michael.
That's going to cause a little confusion.
Mind if we call you "Bruce" to keep it clear?
Gentlemen, I think we better start the faculty meeting. Before we start,
 though, I'd like to ask the padre for a prayer.
Oh Lord, we beseech Thee, Amen!!
Amen!
Crack two! (Bottles opening)
Now I call upon Bruce to officially welcome Mr. Baldwin to the
 philosophy faculty.
I'd like to welcome the pommey bastard to God's own Earth, and remind
 him that we don't like stuck-up sticky-bates here.
(Everyone) Hear, hear! Well spoken, Bruce!
Bruce here teaches classical philosophy, Bruce there teaches Haegelian
 philosophy, and Bruce here teaches logical positivism. And is also
 in charge of the sheep dip.
What's New-Bruce going to teach?
New-Bruce will be teaching political science, Machiavelli, Benton,
 Lockholm, Sackly, Millbo, Hasset, and Bernerd.
Those are all cricketers!
Aww, spit!
Hails of derisive laughter, Bruce!
(Everyone) Australia, Australia, Australia, Australia, we love you
    amen!
Another two! (Bottles opening)
Any questions?
New-Bruce, are you a Poofter?
Are you a Poofter?
No!
No. Right, I just want to remind you of the faculty rules:
 Rule One! (Everyone) No Poofters!
 Rule Two, no member of the faculty is to maltreat the Abbos in any
           way at all -- if there's anybody watching.
 Rule Three? (Everyone) No Poofters!!
 Rule Four, now this term, I don't want to catch anybody not drinking.
 Rule Five, (Everyone) No Poofters!
 Rule Six, there is NO ... Rule Six.
 Rule Seven, (Everyone) No Poofters!!
 Right, that concludes the readin' of the rules, Bruce.
This here's the wattle, the emblem of our land. You can stick it in
 a bottle, you can hold it in your hand.
Amen!

<And now all four Bruces launch into the Philosopher's song>

Immanuel Kant was a real piss-ant who was very rarely stable.
Heideggar, Heideggar was a boozy beggar who could
    think you under the table.
David Hume could out-consume Schopenhauer and Hegel.
And Whittgenstein was a beery swine who was just as sloshed as Schlegel.
There's nothing Nieizsche couldn't teach 'ya 'bout the raising of the wrist.
Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed.
John Stewart Mill, of his own free will, after half a pint of shanty was
    particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away, 'alf a crate of whiskey every day!
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,
    And Hobbes was fond of his Dram.
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart:
    "I drink, therefore I am."
Yes, Socrates himself is particularly missed;
A lovely little thinker, but a bugger when he's pissed.


**** end of file BRUCE PYTHON  4/86   ****
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See now don't you understand? It's really quite easy... F=ma=mg, g=9.81
m/s2, in this case a is down so a=g. The angle of incdence is 30 degrees
so T.I.R. occurs at 9 O'Clock. Knowing that the electron flow is north
(or south if using conventional or telephone current) then just add
r2
to the S of all the compoent vectors and use the sine law. The simiflied
answer is: Log48. I hope this helps.... See ya' Bruce...

...PBruce
Internet: sansbach@gpu.srv.ualberta.ca

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