Jon Scarpetti

I turned off my killfile for cleanup and WOW, what's this Jon and
Scarpitti thing? It looks like MS has devolved into a schitzophrenic
conversation with himself. Jon == Scarpetti?

You two have a future as a study in mental distress.

Killfile back on.

(jjs) wrote in message ...
I turned off my killfile for cleanup and WOW, what's this Jon and
Scarpitti thing? It looks like MS has devolved into a schitzophrenic
conversation with himself. Jon == Scarpetti?

You two have a future as a study in mental distress.

Killfile back on.

It's SCARPITTI, not Scarpetti.

In article ,
(Michael Scarpitti) wrote:

It's SCARPITTI, not Scarpetti.

Carpetti, Carpitte ****s the difference? they are all the same,
just another little sucker fish in the grand sea of life you are.

In article ,
(Michael Scarpitti) wrote:

It's SCARPITTI, not Scarpetti.

You can't even spell your own name. Shame.

In article ,
(jjs) wrote:

You can't even spell your own name. Shame.

Thought he was in your killfile.

(jjs) wrote in message ...
I turned off my killfile for cleanup and WOW, what's this Jon and
Scarpitti thing?

Makes you feel all tingly or what?

(jjs) wrote in message ...
In article ,
(Michael Scarpitti) wrote:

It's SCARPITTI, not Scarpetti.

You can't even spell your own name. Shame.

All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretense
Our wanderings to guide.

Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour,
Beneath such dreamy weather,
To beg a tale of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather!
Yet what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues together?

Imperious Prima flashes forth
Her edict to "begin it"—
In gentler tones Secunda hopes
"There will be nonsense in it"—
While Tertia interrupts the tale
Not more than once a minute.

Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue
The dream-child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new,
In friendly chat with bird or beast—
And half believe it true.

And ever, as the story drained
The wells of fancy dry,
And faintly strove that weary one
To put the subject by,
"The rest next time"—"It is next time!"
The happy voices cry.

Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:
Thus slowly, one by one,
Its quaint events were hammered out—
And now the tale is done,
And home we steer, a merry crew,
Beneath the setting sun.

Alice! a childish story take,
And with a gentle hand
Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined
In Memory's mystic band,
Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowers
Plucked in a far-off land.

Ole John lying through his teeth again... You don't ever killfile anyone,
especially your butt buddy Steve S.


From: (jjs)
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Newsgroups: rec.photo.darkroom
Date: Tue, 20 Apr 2004 09:05:04 -0500
Subject: Jon Scarpetti


I turned off my killfile for cleanup and WOW, what's this Jon and
Scarpitti thing? It looks like MS has devolved into a schitzophrenic
conversation with himself. Jon == Scarpetti?

You two have a future as a study in mental distress.

Killfile back on.

From: (jjs)
Organization: Posted via Supernews, http://www.supernews.com
Newsgroups: rec.photo.darkroom
Date: Tue, 20 Apr 2004 18:00:07 -0500
Subject: Jon Scarpetti

In article ,
(Michael Scarpitti) wrote:

It's SCARPITTI, not Scarpetti.

You can't even spell your own name. Shame.

See, no killfile. What a ******.

Jon wrote in message ...
From: (jjs)
Organization: Posted via Supernews, http://www.supernews.com
Newsgroups: rec.photo.darkroom
Date: Tue, 20 Apr 2004 18:00:07 -0500
Subject: Jon Scarpetti

In article ,
(Michael Scarpitti) wrote:

It's SCARPITTI, not Scarpetti.

You can't even spell your own name. Shame.

See, no killfile. What a ******.

London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, Falling down.

London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady.

Take a key and lock her up,
Lock her up, Lock her up.

Take a key and lock her up,
My fair lady.

How will we build it up,
Build it up, Build it up?

How will we build it up,
My fair lady?

Build it up with silver and gold,
Silver and gold, Silver and gold.

Build it up with silver and gold,
My fair lady.

Gold and silver I have none,
I have none, I have none.

Gold and silver I have none,
My fair lady.

Build it up with needles and pins,
Needles and pins, Needles and pins.

Build it up with needles and pins,
My fair lady.

Pins and needles bend and break,
Bend and break, Bend and break.

Pins and needles bend and break,
My fair lady.

Build it up with wood and clay,
Wood and clay, Wood and clay.

Build it up with wood and clay,
My fair lady.

Wood and clay will wash away,
Wash away, Wash away.

Wood and clay will wash away,
My fair lady.

Build it up with stone so strong,
Stone so strong, Stone so strong.

Build it up with stone so strong,
My fair lady.

Stone so strong will last so long,
Last so long, Last so long.

Stone so strong will last so long,
My fair lady.