From: "L-Soft list server at Indiana University (1.8d)" To: "ARTF@MemoryAlpha.nil" File: "LOISCLA-GENERAL-L LOG0106E" ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 08:27:05 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Phillip Atcliffe Subject: NEW: Imbalance Part 6 In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII On Thu, 28 Jun 2001 20:00:38 -0400 Natascha Kortum wrote: > [...] it IS already Friday in the UK... < Okay, okay... Be thankful this is is going up on time, Natascha; I've had a most unusual week... Natascha (who is really looking forward to finding out just how Lois is going to take her first Superman encounter!) < Maybe not the way you might think... ...but let's find out. Last time, Lois was saved from Certain Death(tm) in a purple hanging basket (!) by the intervention of something that she at first thought was a stealth aircraft, but which turned out to be... something -- or, rather, some*one* -- that produced *this* reaction: 'What... ah... ah... ah, *who* is *that?!*' ***** [Now read on:] Clark floated gently to the ground in front of the flabbergasted reporter. He'd done a quick check of the park grounds after gently lowering Lois' basket to the ground, but there was no sign of whoever had tried to kill her; presumably, once they had set the ride in motion, the would-be assassins hadn't stayed around to see the success or failure of their trap. Well, that suited him fine; Lois was safe, that was the main thing, and if the killers were unaware (for the moment) of the new player in their little game, that was *their* problem... "Are you all right, Ms Lane?" Lois appeared to be having trouble speaking, if he was interpreting the silent movements of her mouth correctly. He waited patiently until she managed to sputter, "Who... How...?" She paused for a moment to look back at the basket, and then at Superman again. "Did you...?" She waved one arm in the air in what seemed to be an attempt to indicate -- or was it mime? -- lowering the basket to the ground. He took pity on her and answered the unspoken question. "Yes, Ms Lane, I caught the car and brought it here -- not too roughly for you, I hope?" Lois' eyes, already wide, began to bulge out of her head. A thought struck him, and he looked around, scanning yet again with super-vision and hearing for any other people. After a mere second or two, he turned back to her. "You needn't worry about whoever tried to kill you; they're long gone. We're the only people in the entire park... except for a couple of guards in the main security control room who have only just realised that something unusual has happened." "We are?" Lois replied, her disgust with the lax security distracting her from the figure to whom she was speaking, and thereby freeing her tongue from its shocked paralysis. "Huh! Some 'guards'... Wait -- how do you know that?" "The same way I know that that package you're carrying has nothing in it except a box of worthless polystyrene packaging -- unless there's something special about it?" "I doubt it. This whole business has to have been a set-up; no way there'd be anything important in this--" Lois stopped herself, lifting the package and staring at it -- and the man in front of her. "Wait a minute! *How* do you know what's in here?" The horrible possibility which had earlier occurred to her now seemed very likely indeed, and she began to back away from him, at the same time mentally calculating his weight, body mass and probable level of fitness in preparation for a fight, if need be. At the same time, a nagging voice inside her head was commanding her to *look* at that outfit he was wearing -- even in the darkness of the park, she could see that he seemed to be wearing some sort of skin-tight suit. Clark couldn't understand it; Lois was retreating into the shadows, looking around herself as though... as though she was searching for a way to escape? Then he realised the implications of what he'd said -- or, rather, how it might be interpreted by someone who didn't know about his super-senses -- and mentally kicked himself for not phrasing it better. "Ms Lane..." he called softly, but Lois wasn't listening. Instead, once she'd backed out of the circle of light from the lamp, she turned and ran. Clark rolled his eyes to the heavens in frustration. First the collision in the morgue this morning, and now Lois thought he was trying to kill her. 'This is *not* a good way to start a relationship, Kent!' But, more importantly, they needed to get out of here; he really didn't want to have to explain to the less-than-alert security people what had happened to their roller-coaster -- or anything else, for that matter. ***** Lois dived through the bushes and ran along the path on the other side of them, frantically running through her mental map of the park to find a way out. She didn't know what kind of sick mind games that guy in the spandex was trying to play with her, but Lois Lane was not going to hang around and be a sitting duck for another assassination attempt. She wondered in passing why anyone would go to so much trouble to "rescue" her when he/they could have just let her die in the original trap. Maybe they were trying to soften her up -- find out exactly what she knew, and who else might have access to the information? She quickly glanced behind her as she ran, but there was no sign of the caped killer-wannabe. She ducked around a corner into the park's shopping area, raced along the broad walkway between the stalls and around another corner and... came to an abrupt, startled halt at the sight of the "guy in the spandex" leaning casually against a hot dog stand. Panic jolted her out of a near-stupor, and she fled back around the corner and down another row of stalls; this one took her further into the park, but she had no choice; she *had* to get away from him before she could sneak out of here. For a moment, she entertained the idea of going to the park security office, but she dismissed that out of hand; she was *not* going to spend the rest of the night explaining herself to some idiots in a meaningless uniform -- and then, no doubt, after they'd shown themselves totally incapable of understanding her, all over again to the police! Besides which, she still hadn't figured out how this guy had managed to catch her basket and lower it to the ground in the way he had. And if she told someone in park security that, in the absence of any visible machinery, it had almost seemed as if he had *flown* both himself and his burden to the ground, they'd be calling in the funny farm. Behind her, Clark shook his head in annoyance. 'She's not gonna listen, is she? Okay, then I'll have to *make* her quit running, at least long enough for me to try to explain.' Lois stumbled as a sudden gust of wind from behind almost knocked her off her feet. She regained her balance... and there he was, standing in the middle of the path about 20 feet away, arms crossed over his chest and a slight frown on his face -- what little of it she could see in the patchwork of dim, yellowish light and sharp, black shadows. She turned to retrace her steps... and there he was, behind her! She went to go down a side path... and there he was again! *And* down the other path... Lois began to feel even more afraid than she'd been a few moments ago. This was too weird for words... But, as usual, the combination of fear and frustration found its natural outlet from her in the form of aggressiveness; she may well be in *big* trouble, but she would go down fighting! She glanced from path to path, watching one or other of the immobile figures in the bright costumes, waiting for one or all of them to make a move... but nothing happened. For a long moment, she waited until, her patience exhausted, she focused on one of them and spat, "How many of you *are* there?" "Just the one, Ms Lane," he replied seriously. "Look around you." She did, and the others were gone -- so she charged off down the side path. She hadn't gone more than a few steps, though, before he appeared in front of her again. "There's only one of me, Ms Lane, but I'm *very* fast. So would you mind not running away? I need to talk to you." Lois felt a renewed surge of fear at that, but the only outward sign was another aggressive outburst. "Oh, yeah? What are we gonna *talk* about, big man? I hope you're good at monologues, 'cause *I* got nothing to say to you!" To her surprise, he seemed to be taken aback by her words. 'Why?' she thought. 'He must know that it's mostly bravado... Even by himself -- and he must have a gang of assistant thugs around here, surely? Wonder where they are -- with a build like that, there's no way I can take him if he's any good in a fight -- not that I'm not gonna have a good try if I get the chance!' But instead of coming at her, with or without a gang, he unfolded his arms and spread his hands. He was silent for a moment, before saying in the oddest tone that Lois had heard him use, rife with a mixture of emotions, though not all of them were easily identifiable, "I'm *not* your enemy, Lois..." The sheer... wistfulness in his voice made Lois stop and think. Could this possibly be true? She wished she could see him better; if she could get a decent look at his face, she might have a better idea... But then she shook her head, rejecting the very notion. "Don't give me that!" she snapped. "You know too much not to be mixed up in this!" He knew *far* too much: that the package was a decoy, that she would be there in the first place -- even her name. And yet, despite everything screaming inside her to say that this was dangerous-- *he* was dangerous -- there was a tiny voice somewhere whispering that this man *could* be trusted... "Ms Lane, *please!*" he replied insistently -- but also, somehow, *politely*, which was odd, considering the situation. "I didn't realise until you began to run that what I'd said to you could be interpreted as indicating that I was part of... whoever tried to kill you tonight. I'm sorry about that; I'm so used to... well, never mind. Look, I know this is a bit overwhelming, but please believe me when I say that I'm *not* trying to hurt you! If I was, I wouldn't have saved you from that fall!" Since she'd been thinking much the same thing herself earlier, the logic of this made Lois pause. His odd hesitancy also gave more weight to the possibility that he wasn't part of the set-up; he'd be much more confident, surely, if he was. This man really seemed to want her to believe him, and his concern went deeper than a simple snow-job by a criminal, she thought in puzzlement. Her stance relaxed fractionally as she considered giving him the benefit of the doubt. Seeing this, Clark pressed his case. "I know that we are the only people in the park, except for the guards -- who are over by the broken ride at the moment, by the way -- and what's in that package for the same reason that... well, that I was able to save your life. I... have these powers. *Why* I have them is a long story -- which I'll be more than happy to tell you later, if you're interested -- but for now, it would help if you could please just accept that I can do these things. I can fly, I'm very strong, and very, very fast -- as you've just seen -- *and*, not only can I see in the dark, I can even see *through* most things. I also have *very* good hearing. "When I said that there was no-one here except us, it was because I'd had a good look around, and I'd also checked the few places that I couldn't see into with my hearing, and there weren't any signs that anyone was there -- no breathing, no heartbeats. And I took a quick look inside that package to see what was so important that someone would go to so much trouble to kill you once you'd found it -- and to check that whoever was behind this hadn't left another little surprise for you." He cast a swift glance around. "Look, those rent-a-cops are finally headed this way. Can we get out of here now? I know you must have a lot of questions, and I'll answer those I can, but I'd rather do it by ourselves, somewhere a bit more private. Let me fly you back to your car, and we can go on from there -- okay?" Lois didn't know what to do. What he had said was impossible -- crazy! -- but he was right; if he'd wanted to hurt her, or worse, he could have done it already. But he hadn't. One thing she did know: she couldn't get away from him -- or *them*; she still wasn't convinced that his so-called speed wasn't an illusion -- so she might as well go along with him for the moment. Maybe she'd have a chance to escape later, and, if this was some sort of con to find out how much she knew, then she might be able to turn it around if he thought she was co-operating. "Okay..." Her voice was hesitant and wary, but at least she wasn't trying to run away from him, Clark thought. He decided that he'd have to take this one step at a time; let her feel that she had some measure of control, or at least of approval, over what he did, and she'd hopefully feel better about it -- and him. He stepped towards her carefully, taking his time and making sure that he made no sudden moves. "I'm going to pick you up, Ms Lane. It'll be the most comfortable way -- for you -- that I can carry you, and you'll be able to hang on to me, which means that you won't have to worry that I'm going to drop you -- which I'm *not!* Is that all right?" He stopped and waited for her reply, his arms spread slightly and his empty hands towards her in the most unthreatening posture that he could manage. After a few moments, she nodded and he again approached her in the same careful manner. She stood still, watching him warily as she wondered what exactly he planned to do. He wanted to carry her... where? And why? Okay, he claimed to be able to move very fast: did this mean that he wanted to move very fast carrying *her?* And if so, what effect would that have on her? And as for where he was planning to take her, and what he planned to do once they got there... well, she still had her cellphone buried deep in an inside pocket, and, despite the muscles which were so obvious through the skin-tight suit, she was sure that her Tae Kwon Do skills would stand her in good stead. And, after all, if she got away from him now, she'd lose her opportunity to find out just who the heck he was, and who had sent him there, if it wasn't the Churches. Finally coming close enough to touch her, he went down on one knee. "Put your arms around my neck," he said, and she did. "Okay, I'm going to lift you up now." Which, after waiting for another nod, he did, raising her slowly until she rested in his arms as he stood motionless in the lamp-light, the sway of his cape and the warmth of his body the only signs that he wasn't a statue. "Are you comfortable?" he asked softly. "Please tell me if you're not -- if I'm holding you too tight, or not tight enough. I can't always tell -- but then, I usually do this in more of a hurry." Despite her fears -- which were fading in the light of his caution and... well, consideration for her was the only thing she could think of to call it -- Lois couldn't stop herself from asking, "Oh, you do this a lot, do you?" If her tone was rather more waspish than she had intended, she didn't bother to wonder why. He wasn't offended; instead, he laughed. "Well, not like *this*... I was thinking more of when I rescue people. I don't always have a lot of time to make sure that they're feeling secure; of course, they tend to grab hold of me kinda frantically... "No, I've only ever carried one other person like this..." His voice trailed off as, just for a moment, memories of the first time he'd flown with someone -- the first time he'd worn this suit -- flooded back. Lois noticed that his expression had softened slightly, and wasn't sure what it meant -- or how she felt about it. But the tone of her next words mirrored that change: "Who was that?" He came back to the here-and-now even as she spoke, and he looked at her with a strange half-smile and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Someone like you, Ms Lane -- someone *very* like you." That was all he said, and Lois was intrigued. She also couldn't help but respond, just a little, to his friendly manner and the sudden brightness in his expression. It didn't last, though, and she was conscious of a twinge of disappointment as he reverted to the careful caution with which he'd treated her since she'd run from him earlier. It was as though he'd put a shutter over the gleam of warmth that had shone through when he'd reminisced about "rescuing" people -- and the reporter in her wanted to know more about *that* -- and whomever else he had carried in the way that he was holding her. "Okay, here we go," he said. "Next stop, your car -- once you tell me where it is." And with that, he slowly left the ground, drifting upwards until they were above the surrounding buildings -- at which point, after checking that Lois was comfortable and secure, he soared up and away from the park. ***** [Cue the "moony-eyed cheerleader", do you reckon? No, me neither. And, of course, that would assume that the evening's excitement is over... but you'll have to wait until next time to find out what *else* might be lurking out there.] Phil ---- "If you let a smile be your umbrella... you'll get wet teeth!" -- a forgotten comedian, quoted by me: Phil Atcliffe (Phillip.Atcliffe@uwe.ac.uk) ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 16:23:12 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Very interesting site, Jeanne! I was never under any illusion that 'thing' could have been anything other than a corruption, but it's nice to see a semi-official source say so. One usage I am very pleased to see covered here is the corruption (mostly, I think, by Americans, since I've never heard it among European English-speaking people, or from Australians) of 'couldn't care less' into 'could care less' - which, of course, renders a completely opposite meaning. As the site's author says, "Think about it: if you could care less, that means you care some. People who misuse this phrase are being careless." Brians does think that 'off of' is acceptable, though, which made me growl... Wendy -------------------------- Wendy Richards w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jeanne Pare" To: Sent: Thursday, June 28, 2001 6:24 PM Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? > Well, you learn something new every day. I have always heard "Another thing > coming" in NJ and have never heard "think." However, I just ran a search > and I came up with the following site which many of you may find > interesting: > http://www.wsu.edu/~brians/errors/thing.html > > According to this site "think" is the original and "thing" is a corruption. > > Jea > ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 10:35:31 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > > One usage I am very pleased to see covered here is the corruption > (mostly, I > think, by Americans, since I've never heard it among European > English-speaking people, or from Australians) of 'couldn't care > less' into > 'could care less' - which, of course, renders a completely opposite > meaning. > As the site's author says, "Think about it: if you could care less, > that > means you care some. People who misuse this phrase are being > careless." Gotta go with Wendy there! I must admit I say "could care less" but I've always knows that "couldn't" is proper. Usually I just roll my eyes when someone says it and I try to use couldn't myself, but when all you ever hear is the wrong way... Anyway -can't say that I know many (any) English-speaking Europeans or Australians, but here in MO and in AZ where I grew up, the wrong way is the common way of saying things! AHHH! CM ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 15:07:17 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Pam Jernigan Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Wendy wrote: >>Brians does think that 'off of' is acceptable, though, which made me growl... << LOL, yes, but he did say that it was an American usage, as opposed to the British version I thought of you, when I read that... Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / jernigan@bellsouth.net http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam http://personal.rdu.bellsouth.net/~jernigan/ "They thought that what they were seeing on the screen, the plot and effects and dialog, was all there was. They had no conception of how much work our willing brains were doing on the initial stimulus after our senses took it all in. We took the show in and fixed it, and it was to this fixed-up version that we gave our passionate response." --Lois McMaster Bujold, from an essay ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 15:20:01 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Ren Carr Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Well, here in Alabama we say. "I Couldn't care less!" I've never heard anyone in the South say "I Could care less!" LOL! Ren C. ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 16:55:29 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Gerry Anklewicz Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Well, thank you all for the lesson about "you have another thinK coming". I had never seen the idiom in writing and assumed that what I heard was thinG. I have students who spell etc as ect. They have had no latin training and assume that they hear ecetera. I find that it's quite a common error with kids today. Thank you for posting the "couldn't care less". That one I know and use, and I couldn't understand why people would get it wrong. Gerry ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 19:08:25 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Katherine L. Klesch" Subject: another vocab question In-Reply-To: <20010626.230602.-378879.1.cmoncado@juno.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Okay guys, since you were all so great with the other vocab questions that have come up, I thought I'd ask one, too. In GGGOH, when Lois and Clark go to the festival, he wins her a prize by hitting that pole with a hammer. Does anyone know what that particular game would be called? Not a proper name, but a label/noun for it? Thanks for the help, Kaylle * * * * Faith is the quality that enables you to eat blackberry jam on a picnic without looking to see if the seeds move. ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 17:21:53 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nancy Smith Subject: Charade: Part 16/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Charade: Part 16 by Nan Smith Lois and Jimmy crouched in the bottom of one of the small rowboats moored inside the boathouse and tried to breathe as quietly as possible. Inside this echoing structure, the slightest sound would be magnified tenfold. The door was yanked open suddenly and lights flashed on overhead. A voice said, "Nothing here. Where the devil did he go?" >From somewhere outside, a voice shouted, "The dinghy's gone!" Someone swore crudely and unimaginatively; the cuss words echoed over and over in the big boathouse. "Get out the motorboat and find out where he went!" The lights went off and the door slammed shut. The two of them remained crouched in the rowboat, but Lois's mind was full of speculation. What was going on? Who were the men after? The unknown man they had seen exit the yacht could very well be the prey. He had, after all, been on the yacht, left it as stealthily as he could and rowed away. There had also been the unexplained presence of the wounded man on the beach. It seemed that Clark was right when he said another group appeared to be involved, but who were they? Law enforcement, or one of Luthor's competitors? Both were equally likely, considering. "Wow," Jimmy murmured. "Investigations with you are never dull, Lois. They must be chasing that guy we saw leave the yacht. I guess that's our good luck, but now what do we do?" "Now we look around. I still think they're hiding something here." "A hidden trap door, maybe?" Jimmy hazarded. "Isn't that a bit cliché?" "Yeah, but a cliché gets to be a cliché because it's something that gets done a lot," Lois pointed out. "Like the butler." "Huh?" Lois grinned. "You know. 'The butler did it'. Just look around for anything out of place." "Gotcha." Jimmy switched on his flashlight, shading it with one hand. Both waited for several moments until their eyes had adjusted, and slowly scrambled back onto the wooden planks. "You take that side, I'll take this one." Lois flashed her light around, trying to pinpoint a nagging feeling of something not quite right that she had felt ever since her first quick survey of the interior of this place. For some time, the room was silent except for the magnified sounds of their breathing and the occasional incautious footstep. Fifteen minutes later, Lois had traversed the entire length of the wall, examining every inch of it closely with her flashlight beam, with no results. "Jimmy--" she was beginning, when her younger colleague, who had been working his way in the other direction, broke in. "Lois, am I crazy, or is this place smaller in here than out there?" Lois didn't reply at first. Now that her attention was drawn to it, the place did seem a little smaller, but she couldn't be sure, peering around by the aid of a pair of flashlights. "I guess you could be right," she said, finally. "I can't really tell." "Well, it sure feels like it to me," Jimmy said. "I guess I'm sort of oriented to notice spatial relationships, being a photographer, you know? It just seems to me that the end of the building that comes in contact with the shore is shorter than before. I mean, it should be resting on dry land, and it isn't." "You're kidding." Lois trotted down the boards toward the right. Jimmy was right. The boathouse wall sliced directly across the deck and the section of water, while from the outside, she recalled that the structure extended a good ten feet onto the island itself. The wooden supports at that end would be seen to be driven into rock if they had been exposed, but the building walls were flush with the surface of the island, so its supports at that end weren't visible. Slowly, cautious of noise, she moved up to the wall and rapped lightly on it with her knuckles. The sound that came back confirmed it. "Jimmy, I think there's another room back there." "Yeah, I figured that." Jimmy was flashing his light over the wall. "It's pretty clever, you know? I mean, unless you're looking for it, you'd never notice. I wonder how you get the door open?" "Good question. This place reminds me of Dr. Grumman's secret lair--you know: the one who was behind the Wedding Destroyer. Only, these people don't have any candle holders on the walls or suits of armor standing around. There must be some kind of lever or something somewhere." "Well, how about that mounted trout?" Jimmy gestured to the large fish placed high on the wall. "I'd think you'd put that the kind of thing over your mantle, not on the wall of a locked boathouse." "Maybe," Lois said. "On the other hand, this is *Luthor's* boathouse. He's bound to decorate it with all sorts of nautical things, just for the sake of the image. Look at that stuff." She gestured around at the walls of the building, where various objects were hung, an anchor, a boat hook, and a spyglass being nearest. "Well, I'd think a mounted fish might get moldy in a place like this," Jimmy said. "It's pretty damp. Besides, a trout is a freshwater fish. There might be another reason for it. Try it." Lois shrugged and stretched her hand up but, even standing on her toes, her fingers missed it by inches. Jimmy reached past her and tugged on the fish. For a second, it resisted but then it tilted downward and the wall rotated outward, revealing a dimly lit, but empty room beyond. "There's nothing here," Jimmy said, sounding disappointed. Lois reached out to catch the wall. "Hold this, Jim," she said. "Just because there's nothing here now, doesn't mean there wasn't anything here earlier." Jimmy caught the wall and Lois slipped into the room. At first impression, it seemed as if Jimmy was right. The place was just a bare-walled room about ten feet across, but, flashing her light on the floor she could see scuff marks on the wood. There had been, apparently, a lot of traffic through here at some time or other. Within a few seconds she had located the lever on this side to open the door, and beckoned to Jimmy. "Come on in, Jim." Jimmy obeyed and the door closed gently behind them. He flashed his light around. "What are we looking for?" Lois shrugged. "I'm not sure. Evidence, I guess. Something to tell us what was stored here, and maybe why they're still guarding this place with dogs." Jimmy nodded. "Sure. Drugs, maybe?" "Maybe. With Lex, you never know. He had a finger in just about every criminal enterprise in Metropolis. Drugs, illegal weapons, prostitution, protection...the list is endless." Both were silent for some time, minutely examining walls and floor for anything that might give them a clue about what had been here. It was Jimmy, examining the far right corner, who called out softly. "Lois, come look at this!" "What?" Lois was rapidly developing a serious respect for Jimmy. It was obvious she had greatly underestimated his abilities as an investigative journalist, though why she had done so was a mystery, now. She'd always known Jimmy was very bright and talented. Look at how he took a computer and practically made it sit up and beg when they were looking for information. He had a way of digging out the most obscure details about suspects, just when they needed them. "Down here." Jimmy was kneeling in the corner, shining his flashlight on the wooden boards. "See that little, metal ring? It might be a catch. And I think..." He had pulled out a pocket knife and was slipping the blade between the cracks. The knife sank into the crack in the wood all the way and he slid it along, finding no obstruction. "I think it's a trap door." Lois knelt beside him, shining her flashlight on the discovery. The unobtrusive metal ring was set flush with the floor, and was just large enough for an index finger to fit within it. "I think you're right, Jim." They looked at each other for several seconds. It was Jimmy who spoke. "Should we? Or should we wait for Clark?" Lois hesitated for a long moment. Logically, she knew she should wait for Clark. Superman could protect them against just about anything the bad guys could throw at them. On the other hand, it had been so long since she'd investigated anything like this on her own. Ever since the birth of little Marta, she'd been careful, and with good reason. She would still be careful, she told herself, but the old Lane spark of curiosity and the drive to discover the answers to this mystery prodded at her. Besides, it was just barely possible, since this situation involved Lex Luthor, that the man might have some protection from the interference of Superman around in the form of Kryptonite. And if Clark ran into Kryptonite while Jimmy was present, they could kiss his secret goodbye. The last rationalization was the deciding one. "Let's go," she said. "We can at least do a little scouting around and see the lay of the land. We don't have to do any more than take a quick look." "All right," Jimmy agreed, and she almost grinned at the undisguised excitement in his voice. Jimmy might be growing up, but he still retained some of the recklessness of his younger days. Clark wouldn't approve, she knew, but what the heck. She gestured to Jimmy to go ahead and watched while he slid the blade of his knife under the little metal ring and pried it upward. It came easily, rotating on an invisible hinge. With a slightly shaky breath, he slipped a finger into the ring and twisted it. There was a sudden "snick-snick!" sound as a concealed latch released itself and with a faint purr, a six-foot by six-foot square of the seemingly solid boards dropped two feet and glided smoothly aside. In a silence that was almost eerie, something began to rise out of the aperture. Lois and Jimmy scrambled back, but there was no need. Before them stood an elevator car, and as they watched, the doors slid open to reveal a dimly lit interior. They looked at each other again, then Lois took the initiative and stepped into the car. Jimmy followed her. ********** (tbc) ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 20:35:02 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Crystal Wimmer Subject: Re: another vocab question MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 6/29/2001 7:04:17 PM Eastern Daylight Time, klesch@MIT.EDU writes: << Does anyone know what that particular game would be called? Not a proper name, but a label/noun for it? >> "Rip off "? Sorry... I have a thing against carnival games... comes from NOT winning the big Scooby, no matter how hard I tried. Good luck ;) -Crys- ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 20:40:40 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: another vocab question MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Kaylle, I honestly don't think this carnival "attraction" actually has a name. Usually there is a sign at the top of it that says something like: Test Your Strength!" but that is it. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 23:04:26 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? On Thu, 28 Jun 2001 12:23:01 +1000, Jen Stosser wrote: > I also know people who can't say "asked" properly - it comes >out "arksed" which I have to twist my mouth around! LOL! That must be an accent thing. People in the US butcher "asked", too, but it usually comes out as "axed". Too funny! The other thing (not think ;)) this discussion made me think (not thing) of was how many song lyrics get mangled. Come on, show of hands ... how many of you were convinced that Neil Diamond was singing about "the Reverend Blue Jeans" in "Forever in Blue Jeans"? And if you think of denying it, you have another thinK coming! ;) Kathy (and of course, there is the classic mistake, "I could care less!", which pretty much defeats the point of the phrase. LOL!) ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 23:09:16 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: another vocab question On Fri, 29 Jun 2001 20:40:40 EDT, Ann E. McBride wrote: >Usually there is a sign at the top of it that says something like: Test Your >Strength!" but that is it. I've seen it refered to by what the huckster usually calls out, "Hit the bell and win a prize!" But like Ann, I have no idea if there's an actual name for the game. I'm blanking! Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 00:09:21 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Laurie Dunn Subject: Re: Charade MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Now, Nan. You aren't going to leave us here for long, ARE YOU?? Great story! LaurieD ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 21:14:46 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nancy Smith Subject: Re: Charade MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Thank you, Laurie. Nan Laurie Dunn wrote: > Now, Nan. You aren't going to leave us here for long, ARE YOU?? Great > story! > > LaurieD ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 11:51:50 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Re: another vocab question MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Kaylle wrote: > Okay guys, since you were all so great with the other vocab questions that > have come up, I thought I'd ask one, too. In GGGOH, when Lois and Clark go > to the festival, he wins her a prize by hitting that pole with a hammer. > Does anyone know what that particular game would be called? Not a proper > name, but a label/noun for it? > > Thanks for the help, In novels, etc., I've never seen it referred to as anything other than the Test Your Strength machine. LabRat :) > > * * * * > Faith is the quality that enables you to eat blackberry jam on a picnic > without looking to see if the seeds move. ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 11:54:19 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Kathy wrote: > The other thing (not think ;)) this discussion made me think (not thing) of > was how many song lyrics get mangled. Come on, show of hands ... how many of > you were convinced that Neil Diamond was singing about "the Reverend Blue > Jeans" in "Forever in Blue Jeans"? > > And if you think of denying it, you have another thinK coming! ;) > This reminded me of a funny site I found while surfing: Am I Right? Misheard Lyrics - http://www.amiright.com/misheard/index.shtml Some of the entries are quite enlightening. ;) LabRat :) ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 09:21:19 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: another vocab question MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 6/30/01 12:28:24 AM Eastern Daylight Time, kathybrown91@HOME.COM writes: > I've seen it refered to by what the huckster usually calls out, "Hit the bell > and win a prize!" That too. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 09:08:32 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jeanne Pare Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? Yes, Wendy, I agree the "I couldn't care less" makes much better sense than "I could care less." I first heard the latter from my students a few years ago and since have heard it in other places. Now that I am more than half a century old (scary), I seem to be experiencing first hand the corruption of the language. Of course, I suppose linguists would argue that languages evolve as long as they are alive; it's just hard to accept sometimes. As far as that "off of" thing, I find that phrase to be harsh on the ears too, and I'm from the US. Another phrase which drives me crazy is "graduated college" or "graduated high school" instead of "graduated from..." I have even heard this one used in a TV commercial for a local univers ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 08:33:52 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: lcfic Subject: Message Board Index Update through June 29 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Hi FoLCs! Happy upcoming 4th to all US FoLCs! We understand The Crew was recognized with an Artie, the "FLY ME TO THE MOON" AWARD, at the AltKerth Ceremony. Thanks for thinking of us! Lots of new stories, several new vignettes, lots of new story parts, a completed story, and a new toc this week! Links on the L&C Message Board Index and Links page at http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Meteor/7378/lnc.html New stories this week: AT THE AIRPORT COMPLETE VIGNETTE KESTREL73 (AKA LOTE TREE) EVER AFTER COMPLETE VIGNETTE CHRISH LONELY IS THE MAN: JONWOLFFE SECRETS: JUDE WILLIAMS SURFACING MEMORIES: KAETHEL TOGOM WITHOUT THE ANGST COMPLETE VIGNETTE TANK WILSON New part(s) posted: ACCIDENTAL HUSBAND, THE: ERIN KLINGLER AFTERMATH: AERM1 (AKA ANN McBRIDE) BRAVE NEW WORLD (KAL'S STORY): CHRISH CAMPAIGN, THE: KESTREL73 (AKA LOTE TREE) CHARADE: NAN SMITH FEAR OF DISCOVERY IV: YVONNE CONNELL HEARTS DIVIDED: PAM JERNIGAN IMBALANCE: PHIL ATCLIFFE AND WENDY RICHARDS PERSISTANCE OF MEMORY: ZOOMWAY STRANGERS III: BUMPKIN (AKA MISSY GALLANT) SURVIVAL OF THE SIGNIFICANT: MANOFSTEEL30 (AKA SCOTT J VINNACOMBE) UNIVERSAL UNION 3: JENNI DEBBAGE YESTERDAY, UPON THE STAIR: CAROL MALO Completed stories this week: QUESTION OF TRUST, A: RACONTEUR27 New TOC's AFTERMATH: AERM1 (AKA ANN McBRIDE) Added to the Archive this week: Out of Africa by ChrisH RIP Lois Lane by Tank Wilson and Wendy Richards The Weak Point - Il Punto Debole by Chiara Prato Enjoy! Dawn & the Index Crew __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get personalized email addresses from Yahoo! Mail http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 13:35:45 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Question for a fic: journalists' trade union Given the past record of people on this list in coming up with answers, I'm very hopeful here. :) I'm looking for the name of the main (sole?) trade/labor union for journalists in the US - we know that Lois and Clark were in the union, because Lois mentioned it in BatP. Second, would anyone know what the individual branches of the journalists' union are called? Are they simply 'locals', as union branches are generally called in the US, or does that union follow the UK/Irish practice in referring to them as 'chapels' and the local representative as the father/mother of the chapel? (Though, actually, I might be able to find that out from the union's website, once I have a name.) It's only a minor point, but I'd like to get it right. Thanks! Wendy ------- Wendy Richards wendy@lcfanfic.com ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 14:43:47 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Kraz Man Subject: Re: Question for a fic: journalists' trade union In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I have a friend who works for the local newspaper. They are simply called locals. For instance, I believe her union is Local 3157 or something similar. Hope it's useful! - The Kraz Man "A 'person' is smart. *People* are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals and you know it. Fifteen hundred years ago, everybody *knew* the Earth was the center of the universe. Five hundred years ago, everybody *knew* the Earth was flat, and fifteen minutes ago, you *knew* that people were alone on this planet." -----Original Message----- From: Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic [mailto:LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU]On Behalf Of Wendy Richards Sent: Saturday, June 30, 2001 2:36 PM To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Subject: Question for a fic: journalists' trade union Given the past record of people on this list in coming up with answers, I'm very hopeful here. :) I'm looking for the name of the main (sole?) trade/labor union for journalists in the US - we know that Lois and Clark were in the union, because Lois mentioned it in BatP. Second, would anyone know what the individual branches of the journalists' union are called? Are they simply 'locals', as union branches are generally called in the US, or does that union follow the UK/Irish practice in referring to them as 'chapels' and the local representative as the father/mother of the chapel? (Though, actually, I might be able to find that out from the union's website, once I have a name.) It's only a minor point, but I'd like to get it right. Thanks! Wendy ------- Wendy Richards wendy@lcfanfic.com ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 13:52:12 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Question for a fic: journalists' trade union Thanks, Kraz - well, that's the terminology resolved, anyway! But do you know her union's name? The 'Local #??' is just her newspaper's branch of that union, after all. Wendy ------------ Wendy Richards wendy@lcfanfic.com ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 11:09:23 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Melisma Subject: Re: Message Board Index Update through June 29 In-Reply-To: <20010630153352.64683.qmail@web11005.mail.yahoo.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 08:33 AM 30/06/2001 -0700, you wrote: >Hi FoLCs! > >Happy upcoming 4th to all US FoLCs! And may I add, Happy Canada Day to all us Canadian FoLCs? Melisma (under her Rock, feeling a little left out of the festivities, as she often felt as a Canadian student in the States during July and the various Thanksgivings) Visit my rock at http://www.intergate.ca/personal/melisma/index.html ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 15:54:14 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Question for a fic: journalists' trade union Well, I've done some searching around, via the British TUC, the International Federation of Journalists and the AFL-CIO, and it seems that there are two possible unions. The Newspaper Guild is AFL-CIO affiliated, and seems to represent journalists in some big-name newspapers. Then there's the journalism division of the National Writers' Union, which doesn't seem to be AFL-CIO affiliated and has only 14 locals. So my guess is that the Newspaper Guild is more likely, and that's what I'll go with... unless anyone else knows better... Wendy ----------- Wendy Richards wendy@lcfanfic.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2001 07:36:42 +1000 Reply-To: jenerators@optushome.com.au Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jen Stosser Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I've noticed a lot of people these days, around here, tend to say "Call someone who cares," to mean the same thing. I THINK that it comes from an advertisement for insurance. Are there any other common idioms/phrases that you can think of that have entered the local language from advertisements? I can think of at least two or three others in Australia that most people here would recognise, and probably use in their everyday speech, but that might not be familiar to non-Aussies: 1. Claytons: The ad was for a non-alcoholic drink, with Jack Thompson advertising it as "The drink you're having when you're not having a drink." These days, a Claytons anything is a fake or replacement of the original. 2. Lucky Phil: The ad was for insurance, and Lucky Phil was incredibly Unlucky, but managed to make it through by the skin of his teeth (I actually don't remember this ad myself, but do hear people talking about Lucky Phil occasionally.) 3. "Not happy, Jan!" : The ad had a secretary (Jan) who forgot to place an ad in the next Yellow Pages, leaving the office as soon as she's reminded by the boss' yelling at her. The boss continues to yell (this phrase) at her out the window over the office car park as the secretary absconds As far as I'm aware these phrases/idioms/whatever have taken root right across the country. Are there any similar situations in the US or wherever else you may be from? "Is that your final answer?" and "You are the weakest link. Goodbye" still have to stand the test of time, I think but both stand a good chance of doing this! Jen jenerators@optushome.com.au -*- This message is umop ap!sdn -*- -*- Jenerator or Some1Else on IRC) -*- JenerEight on AIM -*- Photos of David (8) and Megan (5) on the Stosser Family HomePage: http://www.geocities.com/j_stosser -*-Please sign our guestbook! -----Original Message----- From: Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic [mailto:LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU]On Behalf Of Jeanne Pare Sent: Sunday, July 01, 2001 12:09 AM To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? Yes, Wendy, I agree the "I couldn't care less" makes much better sense than "I could care less." I first heard the latter from my students a few years ago and since have heard it in other places. Now that I am more than half a century old (scary), I seem to be experiencing first hand the corruption of the language. Of course, I suppose linguists would argue that languages evolve as long as they are alive; it's just hard to accept sometimes. As far as that "off of" thing, I find that phrase to be harsh on the ears too, and I'm from the US. Another phrase which drives me crazy is "graduated college" or "graduated high school" instead of "graduated from..." I have even heard this one used in a TV commercial for a local univers ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 22:02:25 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 6/30/01 10:08:59 AM Eastern Daylight Time, jea111nne@AOL.COM writes: > . Another phrase which drives me crazy is > "graduated college" or "graduated high school" instead of "graduated > from..." I have even heard this one used in a TV commercial for a local > univers > ACK!!!!! this is a pet linguistic peeve of mine. And it is closely followed by people saying "between you and I." Ann ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 22:11:53 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: Question for a fic: journalists' trade union MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 6/30/01 4:54:33 PM Eastern Daylight Time, wendy@KINGSMEADOWCR.FREESERVE.CO.UK writes: > So my guess is that the Newspaper Guild is more likely, and that's what > I'll go with... unless anyone else knows better... > Wendy, I'd go with that. AFL-CIO affiliated unions are usually the major ones in the US. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 22:20:40 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Katherine L. Klesch" Subject: Re: another vocab question Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" >In novels, etc., I've never seen it referred to as anything other than the >Test Your Strength machine. This seems to be the general consensus, so I guess that's what I'll go with. Thanks, everyone! Kaylle * * * * Faith is the quality that enables you to eat blackberry jam on a picnic without looking to see if the seeds move. ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 19:43:41 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Betty Cheng Subject: Re: Message Board Index Update through June 29 In-Reply-To: <3.0.5.32.20010630110923.00a21590@pop.intergate.ca> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Of course, Melisma, Happy Canada Day to all us FoLCs in Canada! Betty (who wishes Canada Day would get as much attention as July 4th) -----Original Message----- From: Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic [mailto:LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU]On Behalf Of Melisma Sent: June 30, 2001 11:09 AM To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Subject: Re: Message Board Index Update through June 29 At 08:33 AM 30/06/2001 -0700, you wrote: >Hi FoLCs! > >Happy upcoming 4th to all US FoLCs! And may I add, Happy Canada Day to all us Canadian FoLCs? Melisma (under her Rock, feeling a little left out of the festivities, as she often felt as a Canadian student in the States during July and the various Thanksgivings) Visit my rock at http://www.intergate.ca/personal/melisma/index.html ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 23:20:48 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Kraz Man Subject: Re: Question for a fic: journalists' trade union In-Reply-To: <111.1bb8763.286fe0e9@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit My friend Theresa, who works at the Youngstown Vindicator says : "Different departments of the newspaper belong to different unions. My union covers all of the newsroom in addition to classified advertising and outside circulation. I belong to Local 11 of "The Newspaper Guild" (that's its name). I don't know anything about the other unions (I think the mailroom is Teamsters, but don't quote me on it.)" Hope that clarifies things... - The Kraz Man "A 'person' is smart. *People* are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals and you know it. Fifteen hundred years ago, everybody *knew* the Earth was the center of the universe. Five hundred years ago, everybody *knew* the Earth was flat, and fifteen minutes ago, you *knew* that people were alone on this planet." -----Original Message----- From: Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic [mailto:LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU]On Behalf Of Ann E. McBride Sent: Saturday, June 30, 2001 10:12 PM To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Subject: Re: Question for a fic: journalists' trade union In a message dated 6/30/01 4:54:33 PM Eastern Daylight Time, wendy@KINGSMEADOWCR.FREESERVE.CO.UK writes: > So my guess is that the Newspaper Guild is more likely, and that's what > I'll go with... unless anyone else knows better... > Wendy, I'd go with that. AFL-CIO affiliated unions are usually the major ones in the US. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 23:34:44 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: Message Board Index Update through June 29 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 6/30/01 10:41:33 PM Eastern Daylight Time, bcheng@SFU.CA writes: > who wishes Canada Day would get as much attention as July 4th) > > Doesn't it in Canada? Ann