[NicknamedBob]

"...others keep specialized Undead Thread pinglists ..."

True. I keep a list for updates to our presumptive travels, both atmospheric and in space when we are ready.

If you find yourself reading about something that is of no interest to you, you should ask to be removed from someone's ping list.

Of course, as a group, we have such eclectic interests, that happens only rarely.

By the way, the next update will likely come out, after the (hopefully) successful lauch of the Space Shuttle. We will want to let them regain some lost glory for a while, before we go eclipsing them with a moon landing.

[Tax-chick]

In Geoffrey Chaucer’s fourteenth-century poem “The House of Fame,” the house has become a castle with as many windows as snowflakes, packed with sorceresses and jugglers, magicians and wizards, celebrated singers like Orpheus and humble minstrels with bagpipes. A half-foot of solid gold covers the ceiling, walls, and floor of the great hall, where Fame herself presides from a throne made of ruby, her head extending to heaven and her body covered with as many “tongues as on bestes heres.” Her herald, Eolus, the god of wind, holds a trumpet of Praise and a trumpet of Slander, blowing from them as Fame pleases.