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From: hull@hao.ucar.edu (Howard Hull)
Newsgroups: comp.sys.amiga
Subject: Re: commodore confirms and denies Amiga 3000 in same day!
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Date: 24 Apr 88 01:57:59 GMT
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Organization: High Altitude Obs./NCAR, Boulder, CO
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Keywords: April 5th  users groups amiga 3000

Crouched, I creep slowly down below the stone wall.  I know he's there,
somewhere.  Cautiously, I place a foot forward where it will give me balance,
perhaps a chance to spring backwards again into the shadows.  Finally, I am
ready.  I swing out, pivoting about my forward foot.  Yikes!   There he is!
So enormous a monster, can he be aware of me?  Silicon tiles rattle upon his
back as he coils and sniffs the air.  He has already caught my scent!  The
tail lashes about, and boulders fly as they were grains of sand.  It's eyes,
glowing with the rudy depth of a black hole, sweep about.  I must get back!
But suddenly the eyes stop, centered on the very ground upon which I stand.
Oh no!  Am I too late?  I drop below a small clinker of fused basalt and
brace myself for what I know must come next.  Hot.  Oh so hot.  Fire is
everywhere.  The sky glows red, then orange, and there is no breath to be
taken.  I must use my sash to beat out the flames seeping into my cryogenic
underwear.  The sky cools.  Sapphires and Rubies precipitate from the fog.
Chunks of Phosphorous plop noisily about.  So those are the three-five
dopants, I say to myself.  What will I do if he goes to Gallium and Arsenic?
I look out again, and there he is!  It is Leo, coiling for another strike!
My God, what brings me to this place?!!!

Now I know the dragon's name.  But what has brought him to such wrath?  What
can happen in the quiet ever-summer of San Diego, what can there be that would
cause such a thing?  Is there something new at the ZOO?  Oh yes.  The CSA dumb
friends league.  They must be responsible.  And they thought they were only
tweaking the April Fool.  Though not CSA themselves, ardent supporters are they
nonetheless.  An 030 in the hand is not 1E6 in the bush.  But time will pass.
And as time passes, likely it is that Commodore marketing will soon enough
come upon the scene, cooling the fires and planting about the trees of careful
justice.  They will feed Leo what he wishes to eat, they will have balm for
my burns.  In the mean time, I need not worry about either CSA, or the CSA
dumb friends league.  Whatever I want from them I can get, be I only willing
to witness the defenistration of my wallet.  But my armour I can keep.  For
with Leo raging about, I shall no doubt need it again...
							Howard Hull
							hull@hao.ucar.edu