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I know you're all pig biting mad for not getting an issue sooner. So in hopes of getting an issue out, I've tied myself to the old chair and won't untie myself until I get purps done or really need to go pee. Here at the Submarine Pens we've been upgrading technology, which usually is a comedy of errors. In our case, Purps46 which was more or less done, got eaten by a word processor. So I had to rebuilt it. Sad to say I'm not up to that Herculean task at the moment so I'm going to cheat and pull our some other stuff. This issue of Purps may be a bit short, but hopefully entertaining none the less. This has also shown me I need to spend an afternoon organizing how submissions for Purps are archived and sorted. Right now there are one of four or five places where submissions can go. All of these are a total mess. Imagine four large garbage dumpsters filled to the brim with submissions and other assorted electronic gagaws. Now take a big spoon and stir them up. Now wade through these and find submissions. Not a pleasant task aye? Well, rather than curse the readers of Purps and worshippers of OTIS with the Creiza-ish hell, I've devised an alternate way to create a Purps. It seems I had a few things lying around for the last purps of my own creation all of where were going into purps. Well, I decide why not rope all these together as an issue and have done. I need to feed the starving souls of OTIS after all. What this boils down to, for those of you watching pots, is that you may not see your submissions this issue. Well, keep your kilts on. Hopefully I'll have another issue out soon. (I always say this and it never happens, but this time it will. Honest.) I suppose you could call this an issue inspired by Humpy the Stumpy Bear and other Outside Forces. So without further ado let's cobble together what I've got and edit away. ####===================================================================#### QUESTIONS ANSWERED ####===================================================================#### [We got this list of questions so we decided to rely on Humpy the Stumpy Bear to help us answer them.] Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 12:33 HKT From: LBSPODIC@USTHK.BITNET Subject: FWD: FYI X-News: cphkvx.cphk.hk alt.personals.ads:512 From: godschmf@ucbeh.san.uc.edu Subject:Can I Ask You a Question? Date: 5 Dec 92 16:26:36 EST Message-ID:<1992Dec5.162636.2228@ucbeh.san.uc.edu> Can I Ask You a Question? by mary >Where in the world is Carmen San Diego? Carmen San Diego due to her popularity among children has become a franchised industry similar to Amway or Santa Claus. No one can answer this question correctly because so many of 'her' exist. Your neighbor may even have bought into this lucrative deal and may don the personal of Carmen at unexpected times. >Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street? Sesame Street exists in a similar fashion to Tanelorn or say the village in Brigadoon. It wobbles in and out of reality on its own time stream. How else could frogs talk and vampires exist for the sheer pleasure of counting? >Why can't people remember the way to Sesame Street from day to day? See above answer. Or perhaps they do not experience enough of the Carmen San Diego franchise to be able to tell directions correctly. Or perhaps these people live under high tension power lines. Lord knows what happens to a person's sense of direction when exposed to electromagnetic radiation of that nature. >Why do they tell us to watch "The Today Show" tomorrow? This is a marketing gimmick. The stupider more gullible people of the world will spend the next 23 or so hours glued in front of the t.v. trying to figure this one out. Then suddenly it's the Today Show again and they relax and watch the show. >Who is "they" anyway? Those who figure out who "they" are usually disappear mysteriously at night after their neighbors see bright lights in the sky. >Why does ABC call their evening news "World News Tonight"? Because there is so much news happening in the world they have decided to just concentrate on the stuff that happens at night. Any daylight shots you see during the news are due to high intensity "sun gun" lights they are using. Some have also pointed out this could be a marketing ploy similar to the above Today Show scam. >Doesn't expecting the unexpected make the unexpected become the expected and >so therefore one is expecting the expected? Thinking along these lines can often lead to accidents. >How does one expect the unexpected? Send money to the IGHF they have a secret lesson on it. This is an ancient secret passed down from one church elder to another. Once there was a slip up. This resulted in the creation of the Gobi desert. Secrets like this can't simply be given out. They are dangerous. >Why doesn't anyone say "expect the expected" or "don't expect the >unexpected"? Because they are too busy expecting the unexpected. >Why do women wear a pair of panties and one bra? This tradition began at Elvis concerts. Documented evidence showed that woman would often wet their pants at the sight of his gyrating hips. In order to plan for this inevitable happening (refer to expect the unexpected) they began to use a pair of panties instead of just one panty. >Why does it matter if we all put our pants on one leg at a time? On many planets putting one's pants on one leg at a time is a sign of weakness. Mankind must always be prepared to welcome diplomats from other planets. Please see previous Purps for information on the correct procedures for welcoming interplanetary guests. In some obscure South American tribes putting on pants one leg at a time is reserved only for days where there is a full moon. >Has it ever rained cats and dogs? Yes. This is in fact what killed Charles Fort though many sources will deny this. Also this helps explain why we have a constant problem with stray animals in our urban areas. >Why would anyone want to go around the world in just eighty days? Talk to your travel Agent about this. The cheapest fairs can be had this way. >Would you be Mr. Rogers' neighbor? Depends if you can deal with a man who wears sweaters and slip on sneakers all the time. A man who has an alternate universe called the "Land of Make Believe" between the walls of his dwelling. A man who knows every tradesman and blue collar worker in town. A man who'd make an ideal diplomat for our off planet visitors. Could you imagine Mr. Rogers even blinking an eye if an ion blaster toting alien knocked on his door, the leg of the milk man sticking out of his mouth? >Do you know the way to San Jose? Ask your local Carmen San Diego Franchise. > Where does weight go when you lose it? Scientists have discovered a way to collect this lost weight for their own secret purposes. They are using it to help build a planet for themselves. This planet would orbit exactly on the other side of the sun from us so we would never see it. You will note how scientists are always pushing this or that diet scheme. They need more weight. They realized that time is running out here with this earth because of the amount of pollutions here. >What is love? Soon Amway will be selling it in large gallon bottles. >If it's true that two wrongs don't make a right, do three lefts make a right? Depends on which universe you are in and how well you learned geometry in high school. >Why don't tomb, comb, and bomb sound alike? This is a military secret because the word bomb is involved. So far our lobbying of the government has not released the appropriate documents under the freedom of information act. >Why don't ease, lease, and please sound alike? The banking system often wishes that ease and lease sound alike for marketing purposes. So far the federal reserve has managed to keep the words sounding different in order to put a damper on cash flowing around like water. >Does "Sixty Minutes" actually last sixty minutes? Actually it lasts 63 minutes but due to commercials it seems to last slightly less than 60 minutes. >How long is a short story? This depends on what sort of award you are going for and how much ink the publisher is willing to squander on your words. >Where is East Jesus? This is one of the secret code words for the scientists' planet they are building. >Why do we read left to right yet turn pages right to left? To keep from getting dizzy. >Who wrote the book of love? If you play the book of love song backwards, the answer becomes obvious. >Can George Bush read lips? Yes, but he has to squint a bit to do it. >Why do zebras have stripes? It helps them look thinner. Scientists use this to camouflage the fact that they fatten them up then cause them to lose weight for their East Jesus project. > Why does the phone ring as soon as you get in the shower? Your shower puts tiny droplets of water in the air which short out the bell mechanism in the phone. If you place your phone in an air tight plastic bag before taking a shower you should not be bothered by this problem. >Does a watched pot ever boil? Depends if you have water in it or not. >What is the function of an appendix? This organ originated in mankind during ancient Sumerian days to help human beings fill out income tax forms. Due to its small size it never proved to be very helpful. >Does Bill Clinton think Elvis is alive? Bill Clinton doesn't "think" Elvis is alive. He knows the King is alive. This is one of those things Presidents get told during the meeting when the former President hands over the atomic weapons' codes along with the keys to the oval office rest room. The rest room that contains a working replica of the space toilet used by Buzz Aldrin and his comrades on their first visit to the moon. >Does Bill Clinton think Jim Morrisson is alive? Why else does he play an instrument? He wants to be in the Lizard King's band. >Why do people cry when they're sad? It tends to get more sympathy than holding a sign. >What does Santa do at a house with no chimney? To find out this and other Santa trade secrets why not join a Santa franchise. >How does Santa fit down a chimney? Refer to the "air lock escape" scene in "Santa Claus Conquers the Martians" for that answer. >Why aren't there many Hanukka specials on t.v.? It depends on what cable company you have. Call your today for the All OTIS channel. >If rainy days and Mondays get you down, what do you do on rainy Mondays? This is a good time to commune with higher beings to give you support. Give the OTIS hot line a call and they'll straighten you out. Or perhaps you could try one of the many rituals mentioned in previous issues of Purps. >Who cares how it plays in Peoria? Peoria contains many mystery spots. It's nice to know how your equipment will behave under interdimensional aberrations. >What are Neilsen families? One of the Lost Tribes of Israel who were severely persecuted throughout the ages by luddites for their technophilia. >Why am I asking all these things? The only way to find the secret to the universe is to ask. >Why did you read this? We are here to teach. >Am I really seeking answers? We always seek answers. Life is but a serious of tests and all you have is a broken number two pencil. >What do you think? Depends on the size of your donation to the IGHF. ####===================================================================#### THE STUMPY TABLES REVEALED ####===================================================================#### [As our views may recall, in last purps we published this message. In this issue we have the answers.] THE STUMPY TABLETS, part one (TABLETES STUMPITUS) as received and transcribed by the Reverend John > While vacationing in Independence, Missouri (said by the Mormons to be >the new Jerusalem, when Christ comes) No doubt this belief is due to the handful of Roman artifacts found on this site due to an ancient religious migration. Perhaps also due to forward seeing religious mystics who saw that real estate prices would be quite reasonable in that neck of the woods when the end comes near. Of course these same forward seeing mystics could have had their vision clouded by the Zachinthian D.O.R. beams. There is also the fact that the ley lines converge in that area. In ancient times the local Indian population braved the swampland that used to make up this area in order to worship certain gods and idols archaeologists of today have dared not to speculate about. >I was strolling through the woods minding my own business when I underwent a >most peculiar experience. One cannot go out searching for religious experiences. They just happen. People who go searching for that perfect religious experience end up having the Men in Black over for tea or end up on a one way trip to Nightmare Alley. > A small brown bear with a wooden stump in place of one leg waddled >into view, looking plucky and hopeful. I stopped in my tracks; she was >a thing of beauty, a joy forever. She nodded at a nearby tree, which >was partially rotted, and then wandered off into the forest. Humpy the Stumpy Bear, unlike many other divine and mystical beings has enough intelligence and wisdom to know that a bombastic appearance is not always necessary to make an impression. Other divine personages have not come to this realization and often appear in alarming forms and manners uttering booming incoherent gibberish. Of course this makes for a swell story but when it comes down to revealing the Solar Word it doesn't do a very good job. >My heart racing, I hurried over to the tree. Do you recall what kind of tree? This can be very important since the old Druidic alphabet is based on trees. [refer to _White Goddess_ by Graves] >Inside, I found a set of six golden tablets. These tablets were curiously >marked, and resembled nothing so much as cafeteria trays. Gold neither rusts nor tarnishes. It is immortal as is the Solar Word. Gold has been used throughout the ages to engrave important messages seeing as the owners of the golden plates tend to treat them with a bit more respect than one would treat say six paper plates. No doubt the were actually cafeteria trays. They were probably left over from the banquet of the gods. Humpy the Stumpy Bear is a very resource full being. >Sure enough, there were spaces for the entree, the side dish, dessert and some >bread. But in these spaces there was no food; no; lo; for within instead were >inscribed words of great learning. I at once set about to transcribe these >words. Many were difficult to comprehend, and thus the translation here is >incomplete and puzzling at best. It is my fervent hope that other scholars can >pick up where my humble faith has left off, and render these transcriptions in >their full meaning, for all to see. That said, what follows are my best guesses >at the contents of the Stumpy Tablets. No doubt much of the text is in a short-hand code. If one where to take magic marker in hand along with a cafeteria tray one would soon realize just how little space for revelation there is on those culinary apparatus. Those with the proper initiation, along with divine guidance may be able to decipher these texts. Luckily I have here a bit of both, including Humpy the Stumpy Bear Herself. Sad to say she was a bit surly today with the weather not being all that wonderful and grumbling about being returned home soon. >(1) For the kingdom is soupful, and all fall within the spoon. If one will recall their physics lessons, at one time it was taught that atoms and such formed a sort of soup. This soup is what the universe is made out of. All fall within the spoon means that the universe, or soup, can be manipulated with the spoon which is the divine power which comes in many forms. The Secret Rites of the Knights of Otis, the Solar Word, The powers of the Priestesses of the Banned Cybele, etc. Soup is also a nourishing food. Perhaps this admonishes us to seek nourishment from the universe with the help of divine powers. Through divine powers we can learn. Soup could also refer to the ether which connects everything in the universe. On Star Trek we see one use of the ether to transmit messages at greater than light speeds. Or to travel at warp speeds. What is the medium the transport functions in. The ether of course. Here with the first verse we are told that there is a universe and it encompasses all. With the spoon or divine power, we may have dominion over it much as man was given dominion over the earth in Genesis. >(2) Those and with more besides shall not plenty be right. Here we are told the universe is vast and there is plenty for all. Using the Divine power we can each have a veritable Niagara of knowledge come flooding into us. Because there is so much we should be willing to share with every enlightened being. This means not charging outrageous feeds for divine knowledge as some religious such as the pipes who smoke. >(3) Signs and thorns of symbol all incorrect. To worship the divine symbols is foolish, dangerous and not enough. They lead to the thorny path of destruction. Symbols themselves do not make a religious, nor do witty sayings. Slavish obedience to symbols is incorrect. One must know to look past these symbols. The symbols are just that and no more, as your name written on a slate is not you, but a reference or symbol of you. >(4) Profess label for both and repairs for neither. One cannot fence sit when it comes to religion or beliefs. One cannot professor to be one thing and not another. One cannot hold up the symbols of divine faith or power and then when quested not be able to go beyond these and answer the seekers of wisdom. This again is a warning. One must be knowledgable in the ways of divine power. One cannot simply profess a belief only to know not what they are talking about. When one professes a believe they may gain followers. If you cannot guide and conduct your followers according to your professed beliefs you are in deep do-do. Having the trappings and symbols of divine knowledge and power but not the teachings and wisdom can start one down a very slippery slope from where there is no escape. >(5) Plunge! Plunge! Plunge! Obviously this refers to the Toilet Mysteries. No doubt it admonishes us to drink deeply from these mysteries for divine guidance. They are the true path and will help us avoid the pitfalls mentioned above. >(6) Next week tune in turn off tupper wear. More revelations will follow. We are admonished to look for them. We are also warned against the sin of tupper wear. Though it may look like a great way to store food, it often absorbs unsightly food stains and odors which will last a century. Week in this case may refer to any time period. For example, the world was created in seven days. Well six really, with a day set aside for goofing about and admiring work. Perhaps these are solar days which in some cases may last 1000 years the time it takes a certain star in the heavens to revolve once. >in peace and good tidings, >Rev >uc521832@mizzou1.missouri.edu ####===================================================================#### The Mass of the MOSTUS ####===================================================================#### The OTISIAN, her/his breast bare[1], stands before an altar[1] on which are her/his OD[3], Toilet Plunger, Bowling Towel, and two Chocolate Ding Dongs. In the Sign of the Blue Light she/he reaches West across the Altar, and cries: Hail Otis, that goest in thy pram Into the caverns of the Dark! She/He gives the Sign of Elbo, and takes the Plunger, and a Ding Dong, in her/his hands: East of the Altar see me stand With pomp and circumstance in my hand! She/He strikes Plunger eleven times upon the Altar in the order 1800ASKBROW[4] and waves Ding Dong about in a most disconcerting manner: I Plunge the Ding Dong: I read the OD; I utter the mysterious Name. OTODOSTHEEMOSTUS She/He strikes Plunger eleven times upon the Altar. Now I begin to pray: Oh OTIS, Holy Thy name and undefiled! Thy reign is come; Thy Will is done. Here is the Ding Dong; here is the Towel. Bring me through midnight to the Projectors Light! Save me from B. Otis and from Zakinthians! That Thy one crown of all the Four Even now and here be mine. AMEN. She/He puts the first Ding Dong on the Bowling Towel. I Plunge this savory cake, proclaim These adorations of Thy name. She/He makes them as in T.J.O.C., and strikes again Eleven times upon the Altar. With the OD she/he then makes upon her/his breast the proper sign. Behold this bleeding breast of mine Gashed with the sacramental sign! She/He puts the second Ding Dong to the wound [5] I stanch the Blood; the Ding Dong soaks Oh stop the blood before I croak! She/He eats the second Cake. This treat I eat. This Oath I swear As I enflame myself with prayer: 'There is no max: there is minimum: This is the Law: Send Us Money!' She/He strikes Eleven times upon the Altar, and cries: OTODOSTHEEMOSTUS I entered in with woe; with mirth I now go forth, and with thanksgiving, To do my pleasure on the earth Among the legions of the living. She/He goeth forth.[6] 1. If this ceremony is to be performed in public or for exhibition purposes the initiates allowed to wear any one of the many IGHF t-shirts. The "Pagans!" one may be the most appropriate. If you need one of these ask about the OTISIAN watches as well. 2. An altar cloth of any sort may be used. It should be picked for the occasion. Bright colors in certain circumstances may be used to encourage spectators. 3. OTISIAN Directory. 4. This is the pattern of knocks. 5. This may be a symbolic or a real wound, depending on the mood of the initiate, the type of results wanted, and any spectators involved. For those with stigmata, these can be used as a substitute for the wound. 6. For added dramatization take a page from Galliger and shower any attending crowd with something. ####===================================================================#### CONDOMS FOR ZLOTIES ####===================================================================#### Date: Thu, 28 Jan 1993 21:02:25 -0500 (EST) From: Jeffrey Stevens Subject: Re: Holy Zloty, Batman! Hey, I'll send you some zloty forthwith. Or ask Doc Simpson. Doc Simpson, incidentally, will repay in Zloty (scads of them) for condoms (sans n-9), which are very hard to get over there. EJ, Liza, Reid and I have already donated to the Society for the Prevention of Shotgun Weddings Among My Closest Friends (Pope Jeff Stevens, founder. est. 1992). You could help. In fact everyone on the Purps mailing list could help. We'll collect them at 955 Massachusetts Ave., Suite 209, Cambridge, MA 02139-9183 and mail them in a great big box. Little notes to Doc Simpson would also be appreciated.[scott@plearn.bitnet] [stuff deleted] HAIL OTIS! PJI ####===================================================================#### A DEEPLY RELIGOUS TALE ####===================================================================#### ((((((Chapter Eight )))))) {As you may recall the divine messenger had gone off to take and bath, leaving the Hell's Angels to make a crucial decision that could change their lives forever. Just as soon as the messenger had left, a servant of the Devil himself showed up and managed to con almost half the Hell's Angels into signing away their souls before our hero managed to scare him off. We now join our story an hour or so after there's events.} Fredric's back yard by now had more or less been totaled by the peasants and their plow. The Angels sat quietly together staring off into the sky, too stunned by the past events to do anything. Fredric sits quietly next to Trixie quaking slightly, mulling over the threat the agent of Hell had given him before disappearing with half the Angels. For the past half hour Trixie had been trying to get the fat artist to explain to her exactly what was going on. "Fredric why did they pick you for this quest. It's all insane. Angels don't go around like that anymore, only in the Bible." said Trixie trying to understand. The bender of wire sighed and tried to come up with a reasonable explanation for all the weird events, "Well maybe the world has gotten so bad that they had to resort to direct intervention again." "Come on Mr. Wilberforce. I've already told you that we're just doing this to make a swell story," said the messenger materializing out of thin air. He looked about and saw the quiet Angels and became alarmed. "What happened," he demanded, turning the volume up on his bull horn more for added effect. "This grease ball from Hell tried to steal our souls," answered one of the Angels. "Holy Good Night!" exclaimed the divine messenger. He stomped around for 30 seconds muttering curses. "I'm afraid that might have happened. Hell's been very pushy of late. Luckily I see Fredric some how managed to dispose of the menace." "Oh he was wonderful!" cried Trixie smiling and hugging Wilberforce who turned red with embarrassment. "Well Mr. Wilberforce looks like our panel of experts picked the right guy after all. Looks like you are made out of sterner stuff than that putty like complexion implies." After getting a more or less coherent story of what had happened, the divine messenger gathered everyone around and then asked, "All right, who want's to find out what the goods are? Remember you have to go on this holy quest if you really want to know." Everyone raised his or her hand including Wilberforce. Everyone was excited as young children on Christmas. "Okay the gather around," advised the divine messenger. He then took a step back and snapped his fingers. Suddenly folding chairs began to rain from the sky digging up holes in the lawn and putting dents in Wilberforce's Mercedes in the front drive. Everyone took cover from the bombardment which lasted only a few moments. The messenger laughed in merriment and snapped his fingers. Again this time various audio visual equipment materialized itself. "Make yourselves useful folks. Set up the chairs and let's get this multimedia extravaganza under way," directed the man in white robes as he strode over to a film projector and checked it's set up. After everyone had recovered from astonishment for this amazing feat, they did what the man with the bull horn said. Soon they had rows of chairs set up facing the scream. People took seats and looked about wonderingly. The divine messenger stepped up to a podium in front loaded with remote control and after puffing on his pipe for a moment suddenly realized something. "Oh dear! We can't show a movie in broad day light." The messenger looked about, scratched his head and then after warning people to cover their ears adjusted his bull horn to maximum volume. He then pointed it at the sky and yelled, "Could you dim the light please." As if by magic the sky suddenly went black and the stars appeared. Scientists all over the country were baffled and would pull their hair out for years after this event. The Chinese peasants became afraid and called on their ancestors to protected. In other words this sky suddenly going black had caused quite a big mess. Of course it's beyond the scope of this meager tale to tell of all the trouble it caused. We'll leave it up to the reader to imagine just how bad it really was. The messenger flipped some switches and a film started up on the screen. An Angel yelled for pop corn and it promptly began to rain the stuff. "I hope you realize that even the Israelites didn't get this treatment," pointed out the messenger as he refilled his pipe as the film began. The film turned out to be a short pink panther cartoon just to get the crowd in the mood. Some else yelled for beer and the sky was suddenly filled with raining beer bottles. The divine messenger realized that someone could get a nasty bruise from a falling beer bottle quickly conjured up umbrellas and cautions the Angels to be more careful about their requests. Finally the film started. Everyone went quiet except for the pipe smoker man who whistled along with the opening music. **************** An hour later the film was over and everyone got up and stretched. Using the bull horn the messenger brought the sun back and once again chaos rained. (Again we will leave it up to the reader to figure our all the trouble it caused.) After clearing his throat the messenger began to speak, "Well now you know your quest. You have been given all the crucial information necessary. Should you decided to accept this mission Mr. Phelps...." The messenger broke up into fits of hysterical laughter and fell off his podium. Everyone looked at each other eating fistfuls of pop corn and guzzling beer. No one could quite grasp what there were after. They though it would be something amazing like a piece of the true cross or the holy grail, but the Holy Pray Beanie? Of what divine importance could a silly hat with a propeller on top be to anyone? Next to the Holy Prayer Beanie the Arc of the Covenant looked like a pop gun. Finally the messenger managed to get himself under control. "Well now you know the story folks. I suggest you get a good nights sleep and set out tomorrow. Remember you all asked for it and now you'll have to pay the consequences. I admit it does sound a bit silly, but still it makes an exciting tale. In our hands the beanie can become a powerful tool for good. We need it back and each and everyone one of you are not responsible for seeing that it is returned. Good night." with these words the messenger disappeared, leaving everyone in a daze. ####===================================================================#### THEENDTHEENDTHEENDTHEENDTHEENDTHEENDTHEENDTHEENDTHEENDTHEENDTHEENDTHEENDTHE ####===================================================================#### --Subink 1993