http://www.pibburns.com/cryptost/bunyip.htm

Gilligan wrote:

http://www.pibburns.com/cryptost/bunyip.htm

You will note, Mr Gilligan, that the bunyip description lays much
stress on "evil spirit", "bunyip's loud bellowing", "emerges at
night principally to prey on women and children". In contrast, a
Tadpole is neither mythical, nor so uncivilised. There is no
relationship whatsoever.

((And meanwhile, Gilligan singing "A Heart That's Golden" in
praise of Capt Neal has reached No 64 on the mp3.com
easy-listening chart for Oceania!))

--
Flying Tadpole

-------------------------
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Well, there's more evidence - the seeds of an opera no less!

Scene: Bertie is sitting in the billabong playing (Stage left). He is very
dirty. Bunyip household (kitchen, two beds) is stage right. Chorus is
sitting either side of the stage area or in front. Mr Bunyip is reading the
paper.

Cast: Mr and Mrs Bunyip and the three Bunyip Children; assorted fairies,
fishes, narrator and chorus.

.................................................. ...........................
.........

Mrs Bunyip: (Hugging two children) I just can't work it out. I've got three
children. Two are just lovely, then there's Bertie!. Just look at him. What
a mess!

Mr. Bunyip (looking up from his newspaper). Well, two out of three ain't
bad!

Song 1 (Chorus). Bertie Bunyip

Our Bertie Bunyip's very bad, as bad as bad can be,
He will not eat his dinner, and he will not eat his tea.
He sits all day in the billabong poking faces as his mother,
He bites his little sister and he kicks his little brother.
His mother says, I really don't know what to do with Bertie!
His hands are always filthy and his face is always dirty,
He never brushes that hair of his or even washes his face
Do you know what I think about Bertie?
He's a disgrace to the Bunyip Race!
A disgrace! A disgrace! A disgrace to the Bunyip Race!

.................................................. ....................

Mrs. Bunyip: Actually, he seems to prefer water to land.
I just can't understand it! Where did I go wrong?

Fairies: You didn't go wrong Mrs Bunyip. Bertie did.

Song 4 (Fairies). Well Well

"Well, well," replied the fairies
And they gave their wands a swish.
"If he's all that fond of the water then
We'll turn him into a FISH!"
"Oh! Dear me," screamed Bertie,
Now I am in trouble,
Where have all my legs gone,
And he blew a little bubble.

Then Bertie wept a little tear
And cried a little bit.
I'm not a fish yelled Bertie,
You know I'm a Bun YIP!











The book includes score, song sheets, production hints and alternate endings
(for Christmas and easter).The accompanying tape has vocals and
accompaniments for all twelve songs in the play





"Flying Tadpole" wrote in message
...


Gilligan wrote:

http://www.pibburns.com/cryptost/bunyip.htm

You will note, Mr Gilligan, that the bunyip description lays much
stress on "evil spirit", "bunyip's loud bellowing", "emerges at
night principally to prey on women and children". In contrast, a
Tadpole is neither mythical, nor so uncivilised. There is no
relationship whatsoever.

((And meanwhile, Gilligan singing "A Heart That's Golden" in
praise of Capt Neal has reached No 64 on the mp3.com
easy-listening chart for Oceania!))

--
Flying Tadpole

-------------------------
Learn what lies below the waves of cyberspace!
http://www.internetopera.netfirms.com

It seems puppets are involved:

http://www.tvacres.com/puppets_bertiebunyip.htm

http://members.fortunecity.com/mindzwarped/p11.htm


But this gives it away:

http://www.blippie.org.uk/night_bertie_bunyip_died.htm

A sea shanty-----------

(To the tune of that famous sea shanty "The Night Pat Murphy Died")

The night that Bertie Bunyip died is a night I'll never forget
The AAS boys got loaded drunk and they ain't got sober yet
As long as the hamster was passed around Tarver was feeling gay
Bill Mulcahy came with the bagpipes some music for to play!

That's how they showed their respect for Bertie Bunyip
That's how they showed their honour and their pride
After post after post after post after post there wouldn't be another
But ev'ry byte of bandwidth was filled on the night Bertie Bunyip died

As Ladypilot sat in the corner pouring out her grief
Ralphie's sock puppet gang came tearing down the street
They went into an empty room and a bottle of whiskey stole
Stories of T-birds, Beamers, imaginary jobs were the stories that they told!

That's how they showed their respect for Bertie Bunyip
That's how they showed their honour and their pride
After post after post after post after post there wouldn't be another
But ev'ry byte of bandwidth was filled on the night Bertie Bunyip died

We homebuilt him the finest coffin from RAH wood
Lined with the skins of George Booth and Paul Good'
What airline he was with was a secret he'd never tell
And he took the secret of Flt 800 on his journey down to hell!

That's how they showed their respect for Bertie Bunyip,
That's how they showed their honour and their pride
After post after post after post after post there wouldn't be another
But ev'ry byte of bandwidth was filled on the night Bertie Bunyip died

At 2 o'clock in the morning we took him to his grave
The Brits were his bearers: Ramp Rat, Blippie and Limey Dave
We stopped the clocks so LJ & the FBI couldn't tell the time
And at a quarter after two we argued it was nine!

That's how they showed their respect for Bertie Bunyip,
That's how they showed their honour and their pride
After post after post after post after post there wouldn't be another
But ev'ry byte of bandwidth was filled on the night Bertie Bunyip died

They stopped the hearse on a 'Bama street outside some sad saloon
Opposite in the gutter lay some deluded old buffoon
There wasn't a word; there wasn't a shriek; just a drunken groan
To indicate the puffball was none other than Ralph Livingston!

That's how they showed their respect for Bertie Bunyip,
That's how they showed their honour and their pride
After post after post after post after post there wouldn't be another
But ev'ry byte of bandwidth was filled on the night Bertie Bunyip died

The congregation gave him a service that was fit
Presiding over it was Grasso, Mazor and Ralph Nesbitt
They staggered up to the graveyard all solemn and sublime
They got there and they realised they'd left Bertie's corpse behind!

That's how they showed their respect for Bertie Bunyip,
That's how they showed their honour and their pride
After post after post after post after post there wouldn't be another
But ev'ry byte of bandwidth was filled on the night Bertie Bunyip died



I believe there's more than just the wag of a Tadpole's tale in this!








"Flying Tadpole" wrote in message
...


Gilligan wrote:

http://www.pibburns.com/cryptost/bunyip.htm

You will note, Mr Gilligan, that the bunyip description lays much
stress on "evil spirit", "bunyip's loud bellowing", "emerges at
night principally to prey on women and children". In contrast, a
Tadpole is neither mythical, nor so uncivilised. There is no
relationship whatsoever.

((And meanwhile, Gilligan singing "A Heart That's Golden" in
praise of Capt Neal has reached No 64 on the mp3.com
easy-listening chart for Oceania!))

--
Flying Tadpole

-------------------------
Learn what lies below the waves of cyberspace!
http://www.internetopera.netfirms.com

Could it be Jax?

MC?

Tadpole?

A guy from Philadelphia?


Puppets, sea shanties, Ozland, NZ - there's just too much evidence!


http://www.nzherald.co.nz/storydispl...storyid=168119

Offensive intruder poisons chat lines

12.01.2001
By MICHAEL FOREMAN
Local internet service providers may consider blocking an American from
taking part in online discussions following one of the worst cases of
"flaming" seen in this country.

A mysterious figure calling himself "Bertie the Bunyip" has upset local
Usenet newsgroups after a bizarre campaign that has included posting fake
photographs of a topless Queen Mother.

If someone burst into a cafe or pub and started yelling obscenities and
abusing everyone in sight, you might expect the manager to throw them out or
call the police.

But neither of these remedies is available to the newsgroup users, who are
desperate to rid themselves of what is known on the internet as a "troll."

Trolls get their kicks from baiting other people using online discussion
forums.

"Bertie the Bunyip" is believed to be a commercial pilot living in the
United States.

He claims to have been similarly hounding newsgroups in the United States
for three years, despite complaints to the FBI and a libel action against
him.

After local users unwisely responded to his taunts, the Bunyip's replies
soon spread to the nz.comp and nz.politics newsgroups.

New Zealand politicians - including some ministers - are believed to use the
politics group.

In the past few days, the American has paralysed the most popular of the
local forums, nz.general, which is read by up to 50,000 people.

Bunyip's antics have prompted some users to stop using the newsgroups.

Bunyip changes his identity characteristics every 30 or 40 posts, so it is
difficult to check him using e-mail or newsreader software blocked senders'
lists.

David Farrar, a newsgroup user and information technology adviser to
National Party leader Jenny Shipley, described the "flame" war as the worst
outbreak of its kind he had seen on New Zealand discussion groups.

Applying sanctions against Usenet users could be extremely difficult, said
Mr Farrar.

Bunyip has been using a Seattle-based newsgroup service called Altopia,
which has a liberal policy on what it will allow.

"One of the problems of newsgroups is that they are about as close to
anarchy as anything can get," he said.

"If you get a person going rogue, as this Bertie the Bunyip has, you would
normally complain to their internet service provider.

"Unless it is causing actual harm, they don't see it as their job to police
it."

Xtra systems support specialist Richard Stevenson said he could easily
filter the messages from Xtra's news server - one of several providing
Usenet feeds in New Zealand.

But he would not decide to do so himself.

Mr Stevenson said he had not yet had to remove individual posts but had
occasionally, at the request of the Department of Internal Affairs, blocked
newsgroups that were related to child pornography.

He was not concerned about Bunyip's rights to freedom of speech.

"He's got to get it into his skull that [news servers] are private
property."

Mr Farrar believed that if Bunyip persisted for more than a couple of weeks,
local internet service providers might agree to remove him from New Zealand
servers.

But it was more likely that Bunyip would disappear quite quickly if ignored.







"Flying Tadpole" wrote in message
...


Gilligan wrote:

http://www.pibburns.com/cryptost/bunyip.htm

You will note, Mr Gilligan, that the bunyip description lays much
stress on "evil spirit", "bunyip's loud bellowing", "emerges at
night principally to prey on women and children". In contrast, a
Tadpole is neither mythical, nor so uncivilised. There is no
relationship whatsoever.

((And meanwhile, Gilligan singing "A Heart That's Golden" in
praise of Capt Neal has reached No 64 on the mp3.com
easy-listening chart for Oceania!))

--
Flying Tadpole

-------------------------
Learn what lies below the waves of cyberspace!
http://www.internetopera.netfirms.com

Apologies for the reply delay, but you should have been earlier
starting, Gilligan, I would have stayed at th computer in my
insomniac state.

Certainly you've alerted me to a wealth of material here, well
not so much a wealth as a pawnbroker's loan, but material
nonetheless. BTW get your spellcheck fixed, it's consistently
spelling "faeces" as "faces".

I don't think its the seeds of an opera; opera requires some
depth, with at least one-dimensional plots, characters and
emphases. Likewise not a soap opera, which needs at least a
scrubber or two. But, like some of its leading characters, it
might go down very well, in pantomime.

I wait with anticipitation the appearance of old folk-derived
favourites like "The grass-o grew green all around", and I'm sure
even the adults in the audience, normally sitting numbed at the
mindless drivel they're paying to inflict upon their children,
yes, even the adults, feeling a certain moistness somewhere when
the audience is asked that wonderful and much-loved question, "Do
you believe in Bunyips?"

Just one thing: you will need to convince me that this is in fact
the Gilligan creativity coming to the fore, and that we have
indeed discovered where the flying monkeys disappeared to, and
that you didn't lift this whole idea off an old and tired LP.

--
Flying Tadpole

-------------------------
Learn what lies below the waves of cyberspace!
http://www.internetopera.netfirms.com


Gilligan wrote:

Well, there's more evidence - the seeds of an opera no less!

Scene: Bertie is sitting in the billabong playing (Stage left). He is very
dirty. Bunyip household (kitchen, two beds) is stage right. Chorus is
sitting either side of the stage area or in front. Mr Bunyip is reading the
paper.

Cast: Mr and Mrs Bunyip and the three Bunyip Children; assorted fairies,
fishes, narrator and chorus.

.................................................. ..........................
........

Mrs Bunyip: (Hugging two children) I just can't work it out. I've got three
children. Two are just lovely, then there's Bertie!. Just look at him. What
a mess!

Mr. Bunyip (looking up from his newspaper). Well, two out of three ain't
bad!

Song 1 (Chorus). Bertie Bunyip

Our Bertie Bunyip's very bad, as bad as bad can be,
He will not eat his dinner, and he will not eat his tea.
He sits all day in the billabong poking faces as his mother,
He bites his little sister and he kicks his little brother.
His mother says, I really don't know what to do with Bertie!
His hands are always filthy and his face is always dirty,
He never brushes that hair of his or even washes his face
Do you know what I think about Bertie?
He's a disgrace to the Bunyip Race!
A disgrace! A disgrace! A disgrace to the Bunyip Race!

.................................................. ...................

Mrs. Bunyip: Actually, he seems to prefer water to land.
I just can't understand it! Where did I go wrong?

Fairies: You didn't go wrong Mrs Bunyip. Bertie did.

Song 4 (Fairies). Well Well

"Well, well," replied the fairies
And they gave their wands a swish.
"If he's all that fond of the water then
We'll turn him into a FISH!"
"Oh! Dear me," screamed Bertie,
Now I am in trouble,
Where have all my legs gone,
And he blew a little bubble.

Then Bertie wept a little tear
And cried a little bit.
I'm not a fish yelled Bertie,
You know I'm a Bun YIP!

The book includes score, song sheets, production hints and alternate endings
(for Christmas and easter).The accompanying tape has vocals and
accompaniments for all twelve songs in the play

"Flying Tadpole" wrote in message
...


Gilligan wrote:

http://www.pibburns.com/cryptost/bunyip.htm

You will note, Mr Gilligan, that the bunyip description lays much
stress on "evil spirit", "bunyip's loud bellowing", "emerges at
night principally to prey on women and children". In contrast, a
Tadpole is neither mythical, nor so uncivilised. There is no
relationship whatsoever.

((And meanwhile, Gilligan singing "A Heart That's Golden" in
praise of Capt Neal has reached No 64 on the mp3.com
easy-listening chart for Oceania!))

--
Flying Tadpole

-------------------------
Learn what lies below the waves of cyberspace!
http://www.internetopera.netfirms.com

"Flying Tadpole" wrote in


Just one thing: you will need to convince me that this is in fact
the Gilligan creativity coming to the fore, and that we have
indeed discovered where the flying monkeys disappeared to, and
that you didn't lift this whole idea off an old and tired LP.

Not my writing. Found it on the internet, some kids thing.
No tired LP's no LP player!
The flying monkeys never left, they're just resting.
Gilligan creativity currently in supression mode. I need inspiration.


Gilligan wrote:

Well, there's more evidence - the seeds of an opera no less!

Scene: Bertie is sitting in the billabong playing (Stage left). He is
very
dirty. Bunyip household (kitchen, two beds) is stage right. Chorus is
sitting either side of the stage area or in front. Mr Bunyip is reading
the
paper.

Cast: Mr and Mrs Bunyip and the three Bunyip Children; assorted fairies,
fishes, narrator and chorus.


.................................................. ...........................
........

Mrs Bunyip: (Hugging two children) I just can't work it out. I've got
three
children. Two are just lovely, then there's Bertie!. Just look at him.
What
a mess!

Mr. Bunyip (looking up from his newspaper). Well, two out of three ain't
bad!

Song 1 (Chorus). Bertie Bunyip

Our Bertie Bunyip's very bad, as bad as bad can be,
He will not eat his dinner, and he will not eat his tea.
He sits all day in the billabong poking faces as his mother,
He bites his little sister and he kicks his little brother.
His mother says, I really don't know what to do with Bertie!
His hands are always filthy and his face is always dirty,
He never brushes that hair of his or even washes his face
Do you know what I think about Bertie?
He's a disgrace to the Bunyip Race!
A disgrace! A disgrace! A disgrace to the Bunyip Race!

.................................................. ...................

Mrs. Bunyip: Actually, he seems to prefer water to land.
I just can't understand it! Where did I go wrong?

Fairies: You didn't go wrong Mrs Bunyip. Bertie did.

Song 4 (Fairies). Well Well

"Well, well," replied the fairies
And they gave their wands a swish.
"If he's all that fond of the water then
We'll turn him into a FISH!"
"Oh! Dear me," screamed Bertie,
Now I am in trouble,
Where have all my legs gone,
And he blew a little bubble.

Then Bertie wept a little tear
And cried a little bit.
I'm not a fish yelled Bertie,
You know I'm a Bun YIP!

The book includes score, song sheets, production hints and alternate
endings
(for Christmas and easter).The accompanying tape has vocals and
accompaniments for all twelve songs in the play

"Flying Tadpole" wrote in message
...


Gilligan wrote:

http://www.pibburns.com/cryptost/bunyip.htm

You will note, Mr Gilligan, that the bunyip description lays much
stress on "evil spirit", "bunyip's loud bellowing", "emerges at
night principally to prey on women and children". In contrast, a
Tadpole is neither mythical, nor so uncivilised. There is no
relationship whatsoever.

((And meanwhile, Gilligan singing "A Heart That's Golden" in
praise of Capt Neal has reached No 64 on the mp3.com
easy-listening chart for Oceania!))

--
Flying Tadpole

-------------------------
Learn what lies below the waves of cyberspace!
http://www.internetopera.netfirms.com

Don't we all.


"Gilligan" wrote in message
arthlink.net...

"Flying Tadpole" wrote in


Just one thing: you will need to convince me that this is in fact
the Gilligan creativity coming to the fore, and that we have
indeed discovered where the flying monkeys disappeared to, and
that you didn't lift this whole idea off an old and tired LP.

Not my writing. Found it on the internet, some kids thing.
No tired LP's no LP player!
The flying monkeys never left, they're just resting.
Gilligan creativity currently in supression mode. I need inspiration.


Gilligan wrote:

Well, there's more evidence - the seeds of an opera no less!

Scene: Bertie is sitting in the billabong playing (Stage left). He
is
very
dirty. Bunyip household (kitchen, two beds) is stage right. Chorus
is
sitting either side of the stage area or in front. Mr Bunyip is
reading
the
paper.

Cast: Mr and Mrs Bunyip and the three Bunyip Children; assorted
fairies,
fishes, narrator and chorus.



.................................................. .......................
.....
........

Mrs Bunyip: (Hugging two children) I just can't work it out. I've
got
three
children. Two are just lovely, then there's Bertie!. Just look at
him.
What
a mess!

Mr. Bunyip (looking up from his newspaper). Well, two out of three
ain't
bad!

Song 1 (Chorus). Bertie Bunyip

Our Bertie Bunyip's very bad, as bad as bad can be,
He will not eat his dinner, and he will not eat his tea.
He sits all day in the billabong poking faces as his mother,
He bites his little sister and he kicks his little brother.
His mother says, I really don't know what to do with Bertie!
His hands are always filthy and his face is always dirty,
He never brushes that hair of his or even washes his face
Do you know what I think about Bertie?
He's a disgrace to the Bunyip Race!
A disgrace! A disgrace! A disgrace to the Bunyip Race!


.................................................. ....................

Mrs. Bunyip: Actually, he seems to prefer water to land.
I just can't understand it! Where did I go wrong?

Fairies: You didn't go wrong Mrs Bunyip. Bertie did.

Song 4 (Fairies). Well Well

"Well, well," replied the fairies
And they gave their wands a swish.
"If he's all that fond of the water then
We'll turn him into a FISH!"
"Oh! Dear me," screamed Bertie,
Now I am in trouble,
Where have all my legs gone,
And he blew a little bubble.

Then Bertie wept a little tear
And cried a little bit.
I'm not a fish yelled Bertie,
You know I'm a Bun YIP!

The book includes score, song sheets, production hints and
alternate
endings
(for Christmas and easter).The accompanying tape has vocals and
accompaniments for all twelve songs in the play

"Flying Tadpole" wrote in message
...


Gilligan wrote:

http://www.pibburns.com/cryptost/bunyip.htm

You will note, Mr Gilligan, that the bunyip description lays
much
stress on "evil spirit", "bunyip's loud bellowing", "emerges at
night principally to prey on women and children". In contrast,
a
Tadpole is neither mythical, nor so uncivilised. There is no
relationship whatsoever.

((And meanwhile, Gilligan singing "A Heart That's Golden" in
praise of Capt Neal has reached No 64 on the mp3.com
easy-listening chart for Oceania!))

--
Flying Tadpole

-------------------------
Learn what lies below the waves of cyberspace!
http://www.internetopera.netfirms.com

-- The flying monkeys never left, they're just resting.


Oh, poor tired things...did Katy wear them out chasing them across the 7 seas?
katysails
s/v Chanteuse
Kirie Elite 32
http://katysails.tripod.com

"Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax
and get used to the idea." - Robert A. Heinlein

Some days inspiration just won't come. My creative battery needs a
charge badly. I have done nothing worthy of note for a year now. I
guess I need to fall in love.


"Flying Tadpole" wrote in message
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Well, i tried to offer a donut to Bobsprit in another thread, but
he wasn't having any.

jlrogers wrote:

Don't we all.

"Gilligan" wrote in message
arthlink.net...

I need inspiration.




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