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This whole monstruousity was originally conveived February through March 2001 by the members of The Big Note - a Frank Zappa YahooGroup. After an arduous gestation period, this site was birthed on April 11 2001. True to the essence of collaborative effort, these people are held responsible.

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Hi folks!
This is a test post to see if this thing is really working. If you receive this message, please let me know. If you don't have anything else to say, a "here" or a "yep" will be quite sufficient.


Just curious; is there a way to change the formatting of the posts? Specifically - to get rid of the bold line that runs down the left side of it? I've always hated those bold-line-to-the-left thingies. I have nothing against lines per se, and bold ones are most often my favorite. But the ones that tamper with the left, well I just find them to be prescriptive - to the point of being rather nationalistic, dare I say racist... It autocratically regiments our posts - both socially and, in some severe cases, economically. It forcibly suppresses any left-of-the-line opposition. I am anxious to contribute, but I don't know how - in good conscience - I could ever follow such a fascist line...
I had a dream the other day. I dreamed that the descendants of former bold-line-to-the-left thingy supporters, bold-line-to-the-right thingy supporters,
"ah-fuck-it-let's-just-run-a-frickin-bold-line-down-the-goddamn-center-what-do-you-say?" thingy supporters, and several former, current, and future, athletic supporters were able to sit down to dinner and praise their Gods in one voice... Oddly enough, they looked a lot like a tic-tac-toe game
Fucking bold-line-to-the-left thingy :(
SOFAr to the left, yet not crossing the line...


*This is only a test. Had this been an actual commercial, the words you are now reading would have been used to sell you something. A garden rake, perhaps.*
Sounds and looks suspicious...
Men, if you don't hear from me in 48 hours, call a 900 number...


Test? There's a test? On what?


And what happens when we forget to put our names on a test, Mr. Poodle?
We fail the test! That's what happens!
And don't try to give me that "I ate my homework" story either!


Folks, as you can see for yourselves, the way this poodle is behaving, TIME IS OF A FICTION! Now this might be cause for alarm among a portion of you, but from a certain experience, I TEND TO PROCLAIM: 'THE EONS ARE CLOSING'!

Frank Zappa

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