How Did You First Find Out About "Bob"?

Correspondent:: "Rev. Ivan Stang"
Date: Thu, 03 Feb 2005 16:41:23 -0500

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There, now that I've asked, I can scratch that item off my list of shit
I decided at some time that I was supposed to do.

I imagine for some people it would be a simple "I found one of the
books in a bookstore" or "my friend told me" to "I was walking down the
aisle of an Air Peru flight from Sao Paulo to Santa Cruz when all of
the sudden, the plane started to go into a nosedive and I fell on the
floor and slid to the front and everybody was screaming and praying but
this one calm ordinary looking guy in First Class reached down and
handed me this Pamphlet #1 for some reason, grinning at me, and then
the pilot managed to pull the plane out of the nosedive, and I slid on
the floor back to the rear of the plane, still clutching that thing he
handed me, but after I got myself together again, and looked around,
the guy that had handed me the pamphlet when we thought we were all
gonna die was gone... nowhere on the plane."

Or whatnot.

--
The SubGenius Foundation, Inc.
(4th Stangian Orthodox MegaFisTemple Lodge of the Wrath of Dobbs Yeti,
Resurrected, Rev. Ivan Stang, prop.)
P.O. Box 181417, Cleveland, OH 44118 (fax 216-320-9528)
Dobbs-Approved Authorized Commercial Outreach of The Church of the SubGenius
SubSITE: http://www.subgenius.com PRABOB

Correspondent:: "iDRMRSR"
Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2005 16:45:40 -0500

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Back in the 80's, when stuck in traffic going to werke, I saw a lot of
Dobbsheads gracing telephone poles on E. 9th street. Then, after the
internet arrived, I found the old SubGenius stuff over on Sun site. I made
up my mind then that this was the COMING CULT. Haven't stopped coming yet!

[*]
-----
PS I especially dug the Jap lady singing Tennesee Warts

Correspondent:: IMBJR
Date: Thu, 03 Feb 2005 21:54:24 +0000

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On Thu, 03 Feb 2005 16:41:23 -0500, in reply to "Rev. Ivan Stang"
:

>There, now that I've asked, I can scratch that item off my list of shit
>I decided at some time that I was supposed to do.
>
>I imagine for some people it would be a simple "I found one of the
>books in a bookstore" or "my friend told me" to "I was walking down the
>aisle of an Air Peru flight from Sao Paulo to Santa Cruz when all of
>the sudden, the plane started to go into a nosedive and I fell on the
>floor and slid to the front and everybody was screaming and praying but
>this one calm ordinary looking guy in First Class reached down and
>handed me this Pamphlet #1 for some reason, grinning at me, and then
>the pilot managed to pull the plane out of the nosedive, and I slid on
>the floor back to the rear of the plane, still clutching that thing he
>handed me, but after I got myself together again, and looked around,
>the guy that had handed me the pamphlet when we thought we were all
>gonna die was gone... nowhere on the plane."
>
>Or whatnot.

This was my first conscious exposure, in 1997:
http://www.resort.com/~banshee/Misc/8ball/

My first true exposure I discovered years afterwards when looking at a
programme for a Fist Of Fun gig I'd been to pre-1997. Stewart Lee was
wearing a Dobbshead t-shirt on its cover.

Correspondent:: dblspace@aol.complex-sex (David Langlois --- Ball serves Baal)
Date: 03 Feb 2005 21:56:24 GMT

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Read the "Drugs" chapter of the Book of the SubGenius in High Times magazine -
I believe it was 1982, the summer of my senior year. The memories.... The
mammaries.... Didn't run into "Bob" again until grad school six years later &
he's been lurking at the edge of my consciousness ever since. Beware! (I've got
the Dobbs "Beware" bumpersticker on my VW bug so that's an inside joke)

David
aka
the Rebi "Slash" Foreskin
(R/4)

"Cut me some Slack(tm) it's my birthday!

Correspondent:: John Starrett
Date: Thu, 03 Feb 2005 15:02:40 -0700

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Rev. Ivan Stang wrote:

> There, now that I've asked, I can scratch that item off my list of shit
> I decided at some time that I was supposed to do.
>
> I imagine for some people it would be a simple "I found one of the
> books in a bookstore"

That's me. It took several years for it to sink in, and I only became a
SG minister (John Starrett is my pink name) about five years ago. I
payed my $30 so that I could perform exorcisms and weddings, and boy has
it paid off! I do about 5 exorcisms a day now (usually my own) but it is
sooo much cheaper than Santaria.

John Starrett

Correspondent:: elvis_bond@hotmail.com
Date: 4 Feb 2005 08:04:16 -0800

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Is this John Starrett who made a movie in Lockhart, Texas?
If so, I have a good photo of you.

Correspondent:: "paco"
Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2005 17:18:10 -0500

Correspondent:: "Rev. Richard Skull"
Date: 3 Feb 2005 14:38:54 -0800

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Oy!

Well, I always felt the world was screwed up! Even as a kid I just not
"get" these "humans" who were so soul & dirty!

My first Exposure to "Bob" was seeing DEVO in Austin, TX in 1981 on
their "New Traditionalist" tour.

The film for "Love with out anger" featured a sort stop animation made
by Stang on Barbie & Ken fighting each other. There framed on their
wall was a Dobbshead.

My second exposure was In Frank Zappa's Book.

My third exposure was on AOL's old DEVO board.

Thats when I visited the Subsite for the first time. Lurking for many
years until 1998 when I retired form the Reserves and no longer had to
worry about having my Top Secret Security Clearance renewed every 3
years. Thats when I sent my $30 in to "Bob".

But in a way, "Bob" has always been with me, even before I knew of
"bob"!

Correspondent:: elvis_bond@hotmail.com
Date: 4 Feb 2005 08:05:32 -0800

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Is this really Rudy Shwarz?

Correspondent:: "nu-monet v7.0"
Date: Thu, 03 Feb 2005 16:47:16 -0700

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Rev. Ivan Stang wrote:
>

ain't tellin'

--
"Pleasure me, you ebony wench!"
--James Mason, from the movie
'Mandingo'

Correspondent:: "Paul Casino"
Date: 3 Feb 2005 16:02:38 -0800

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Interesting story, I first heard about the Church when I was in High
School from a friend who had bought Revalation X at a used book store.
On the inside cover was written "To Steven, from Marie, hope this makes
your trip less tedious!" (Presumably a gift to the previous owner
before going on a long car ride or something.) So we read from it, ha,
ha, praize "Bob", graduated, never saw the friend who owned to book
again.

About three years ago, I was on some random website and it mentioned
"SubGenius" and I thought, "Oh, I remember that, that was funny." Went
to the SubSite and ordered BOTSG, and I wanted to get Revalation X as
well, but at the time it wasn't offered, out of print or something.
Amazon.com had copies available through used book stores, so I snagged
it for the bargain price of three dollars. It comes in the mail, I open
it up, and what do I find written on the inside cover?

"To Steven, from Marie, hope this makes your trip less tedious!"

True Story.

Correspondent:: "Paul E. Jamison"
Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2005 18:31:42 -0600

Correspondent:: HdMrs. Salacia the Overseer
Date: Thu, 03 Feb 2005 18:43:38 -0600

Correspondent:: Zapanaz
Date: Thu, 03 Feb 2005 17:14:54 -0800

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On Thu, 03 Feb 2005 16:41:23 -0500, "Rev. Ivan Stang"
wrote:

>There, now that I've asked, I can scratch that item off my list of shit
>I decided at some time that I was supposed to do.
>
>I imagine for some people it would be a simple "I found one of the
>books in a bookstore" or "my friend told me" to "I was walking down the
>aisle of an Air Peru flight from Sao Paulo to Santa Cruz when all of
>the sudden, the plane started to go into a nosedive and I fell on the
>floor and slid to the front and everybody was screaming and praying but
>this one calm ordinary looking guy in First Class reached down and
>handed me this Pamphlet #1 for some reason, grinning at me, and then
>the pilot managed to pull the plane out of the nosedive, and I slid on
>the floor back to the rear of the plane, still clutching that thing he
>handed me, but after I got myself together again, and looked around,
>the guy that had handed me the pamphlet when we thought we were all
>gonna die was gone... nowhere on the plane."
>
>Or whatnot.

I was getting an anal probe from a Chinese alien, I don't remember
most of it, but the next time I defecated a whole Dobbshead popped
out. So I -had- to know who this man was.

--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
Implosion Group has taken the position - that finding a measureable
source of inner BLISS
(enlightenment ,
creativity ) -which is
CHARGE IMPLOSION -
is the only possible sustaining source of eternal life (see how
successful death is measured ).
This is because learning to attract the charge which makes you
self-steering is what electrically defines life force
, self-awareness and
consciousness in general ( opposite of parasitism).

As such - this IS what could allow a genepool to survive. Surviving in
this case - particularly means surviving the geologic and political
upheaval which necessarily comes with the compression wave called Solar
Maxima ( which these rather disturbed / confused 'Christians' persist
in childishly calling 'Rapture'). The nature of this compression - is
that
all systems which have not learned the shareability (literal
transparency)
which comes with compressibility will experience RAPID HEATING
AND DESTRUCTION: "burning BUSH".. *(compressibility=
immortality = scale invariance
, real 'global scaling
' = perfect collapse
= perfect fusion
, - pure intention = coherence
)*

Dreaming and fantasies and inner voices with no center of gravity - fly
apart in a widening gyre. Sadly - for most - their DNA and psyche has
not been prepared by bliss for the compression which successfully
produces acceleration (Implosion - the self-similar symmetry of charge
is the CAUSE of gravity). This means that not only will huge numbers of
people go insane and die, but similar effects will be seen on TECTONIC
PLATES - and GOVERNMENTS. (who have not conceived how to serve their
people by teaching the bliss that could immortalize all).

The opposite of the survival enabled by igniting your genes with bliss/
charge - is visible in the U.S. government. *This government threatens
the survival of genetic memory - not just bliss - GLOBALLY!*

When others choose a near death experience by storing lies - they serve
us by showing us what to avoid. In order to serve those who have
listened as we tell them of bliss, it is our duty to advise that it now
time to take action- so as not to be caught up in the BURNING BUSH
'family' chosen death experience.

Here are the consequences..

1. US Economic collapse - probably this year - accompanied by rabid
advance of POLICE STATE governmment of fear - America is NOT
going to be a pleasant place to live. -quoting *Seymour Hersh:

"We've Been Taken Over by a Cult"

*(reprint below): "...*the economy. It's going to go
very bad, folks. You know, if you have not sold your stocks and bought
property in Italy, you better do it quick. And the third thing is
Europe -- Europe is not going to tolerate us much longer. The rage
there is enormous. I'm talking about our old-fashioned allies.
We could see something there, collective action against us.
Certainly, nobody -- it's going to be an awful lot of dancing on our
graves as the dollar goes bad and everybody stops buying our bonds,
our credit -- our -- we're spending $2 billion a day to float the debt,
and one of these days, the Japanese and the Russians, everybody is
going to start buying oil in Euros instead of dollars. We're going to
see
enormous panic here. But he could get through that. That will be
another year, and the damage he's going to do between then and now
is enormous. We'r

Correspondent:: Unclaimed Mysteries
Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2005 01:27:07 GMT

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Rev. Ivan Stang wrote:

> There, now that I've asked, I can scratch that item off my list of shit
> I decided at some time that I was supposed to do.
>
> I imagine for some people it would be a simple "I found one of the
> books in a bookstore"

A Borders Bookstore in Atlanta GA, 1987. Picked up The Book of the
Subgenius in the Humor section, started laughing out loud, then became
intensely jealous right there on the the spot because I was in a little
comedy group who thought *we* were the smratest, funniest badasses on
the planet. Consulted Kurt Kuersteiner in Palo Alto, CA, who had a
little weirdo radio show on KZSU: "You ever heard of these 'Bob' people?
Should we kill them, or join them, or both?"

That decision is still pending.

Corry
--
It Came From C. L. Smith's Unclaimed Mysteries.
http://www.unclaimedmysteries.net

Correspondent:: HellPope Huey
Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2005 01:53:23 GMT

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My pregnant collie broke down in tears and admitted that "Bob" was the
father. Its been going downhill ever since.

--

HellPope Huey
Well I'll be dipped in caramel
and licked clean by blind lesbians
as long as I don't giggle
or have one accidentally feel my beard or my uh oh

"For flavor, instant sex will never supersede
the stuff you have to peel and cook."
~ Quentin Crisp

"If I don't get my tantric sex
on oxycontin, I just can't go on!"
- Jon Stewart

Correspondent:: Eddie Vroom
Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2005 03:18:56 GMT

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IIRC, I overheard some chatter about it while getting plastered at a
punk club in Austin -- on Fourth St, maybe Fifth -- while on a weekend
away from Ft. Hood in '82. Either that, or crashing a halloween kegger
at one of the frats. Or both...

There was a Devival in L.A. around '85. I didn't make it to the event,
but did keep a copy of the L.A. Weekly featuring reprints from Pamphlet
#1 and an interview with Mark Mothersbaugh.

I didn't make contact "proper" until finding alt.slack around '95.

--
Art and Fashion for the New Conspiracy

http://www.cafepress.com/luciddragon

the Mystical RevvedErrand Doktor Eddie Vroom
Certified God by the holy authority of
the White Lotus Fortune Cookie Company
June 23, 2004

Correspondent:: "Rev. Richard Skull"
Date: 4 Feb 2005 15:32:26 -0800

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>>IIRC, I overheard some chatter about it while getting plastered at a
punk club in Austin -- on Fourth St, maybe Fifth -- while on a weekend
away from Ft. Hood in '82. Either that, or crashing a halloween kegger
at one of the frats. Or both... <<

Woow! Must have been the old "Club Foot" as that was the only
"straight" bar on 4th Street! I was at Ft. Hood from OCT 1980 to June
1982.! 17th Engineers, 2nd Amorored Division.

< event,
but did keep a copy of the L.A. Weekly featuring reprints from Pamphlet

#1 and an interview with Mark Mothersbaugh. >>

THE legondary Devival! Also parts of which are featured on "Arise!"

>>I didn't make contact "proper" until finding alt.slack around '95. <<

And based on the reading of alt.slack, still no 'proper' contact!

Correspondent:: Eddie Vroom
Date: Sat, 05 Feb 2005 02:43:20 GMT

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Rev. Richard Skull wrote:

> Woow! Must have been the old "Club Foot" as that was the only
> "straight" bar on 4th Street! I was at Ft. Hood from OCT 1980 to June
> 1982.! 17th Engineers, 2nd Amorored Division.

15th Med, 1st Cav, same timeframe.

> And based on the reading of alt.slack, still no 'proper' contact!

If you mean the pilgrimage to Brushwood, nope, ain't been there, and I
don't see it happening anytime soon. But that doesn't mean the West
Coast is Dobbs Deficient.

How's this for Luck Plane weirdness: The last time I was in Vegas, I
lost a dollar playing the BobDamned SODA MACHINE. But right in the wake
of that event, the local Connie/Wasp Queen manifestation "did" me within
an inch of my life.

On the way back to L.A., I turned on the radio just in time to hear Fee
Waybill and The Tubes belting out the line "but it'll cost you a dollar
first"...

--
Art and Fashion for the New Conspiracy

http://www.cafepress.com/luciddragon

the Mystical RevvedErrand Doktor Eddie Vroom
Certified God by the holy authority of
the White Lotus Fortune Cookie Company
June 23, 2004

Correspondent:: "sputnik"
Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2005 04:19:24 GMT

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"Rev. Ivan Stang" wrote in message
news:030220051641230064%stang@subgeniusNOSPUM.com...
> There, now that I've asked, I can scratch that item off my list of shit
> I decided at some time that I was supposed to do.
>
> I imagine for some people it would be a simple "I found one of the
> books in a bookstore" or "my friend told me" to "I was walking down the
> aisle of an Air Peru flight from Sao Paulo to Santa Cruz when all of
> the sudden, the plane started to go into a nosedive and I fell on the
> floor and slid to the front and everybody was screaming and praying but
> this one calm ordinary looking guy in First Class reached down and
> handed me this Pamphlet #1 for some reason, grinning at me, and then
> the pilot managed to pull the plane out of the nosedive, and I slid on
> the floor back to the rear of the plane, still clutching that thing he
> handed me, but after I got myself together again, and looked around,
> the guy that had handed me the pamphlet when we thought we were all
> gonna die was gone... nowhere on the plane."
>
> Or whatnot.
>
> --
> The SubGenius Foundation, Inc.
> (4th Stangian Orthodox MegaFisTemple Lodge of the Wrath of Dobbs Yeti,
> Resurrected, Rev. Ivan Stang, prop.)
> P.O. Box 181417, Cleveland, OH 44118 (fax 216-320-9528)
> Dobbs-Approved Authorized Commercial Outreach of The Church of the
SubGenius
> SubSITE: http://www.subgenius.com PRABOB

It was an ad in Factsheet 5, I think. Or maybe it was Matt Howarth. Or Furry
Couch. Or somebody, I forget. Or some damn counter-cultural rag going around
Philadelphia in 1980. I was a bike messenger, so I figured I was going to
die soon anyway, so why not have some yuks while I was waiting for it?
It was only a dollar, so what the hell.

I have regretted it / praised it ever since.

sputnik
church of kill baby
former home of the frozen pope (ask Buck)

Correspondent:: nenslo
Date: Thu, 03 Feb 2005 21:49:25 -0800

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My only friend, Paul G. King, showed me the first two Stark Fists and
his membership package in about 1982. I was thoroughly croggled. I
immediately went home and created a fake Shroud of "Bob" which appears
in the third Fist, credited to Paul King. He and I also created the Nazi
Flying Saucers From The Hollow Earth T-Shirt (commemorating my Old
School Noise Rap performance and recording of the same name with my band
Revelation 13 a.k.a. Joe Normal and the Regulars) which was to have a
powerful influence on the church of that day. I was not to become a
member until some years later.

Correspondent:: "Chain Smerker"
Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2005 08:07:08 GMT

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Its more that Bob found me, it all probably started about 12 years ago when
I was 13 or 14, I was watching a documentry about Negativland and I
immediatly knew that They had something I didnt.

after that I found my self drawn to the weird and bizzare, also writing
outragous conspiracy theories and posting them online.

Then one day, a few months ago someone cross posted from
bigpond.broadband.users, So i checked a few posts and thought a while, had a
few drinks then posted something in the effect of "Am i a subgenoius you
lousy American fucks", and the reply I got was not the usual fuck you, but a
well thought out, humourous quip remark.

That got me thinking again..

Another night I was drunk and rather annoyed about the US election I decided
to post more vulgar crude remarks about Americans and republicans, Then Ivan
Stang responded saying something to the effect of "Dont worry there all
pink"

Now that threw me off, I originally thought that he ment if you mix the
democrat colour red with republican blue you get a pinkish colour but then
realised I was being an idiot so I clicked on the link to goto
Subgenius.com, then I SAW BOBS FACE!

After seeing Bob how can anyone NOT be a subgenius?, anywho I read about
half of pamphlet one online and decided to send in my $30 US, funny i still
have not been able to read any more than 1/2 of Pamphlet one or two :-)

And err, im NEVER leaving

Correspondent:: "Chain Smerker"
Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2005 08:18:59 GMT

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another thing I forgot to add, I always knew I would join a cult, im one of
those typical mildly intelligent but completly nieve people who can get
talked into anything, At least I know that im doing it to my self , or, hang
on, is that what you telling me to think...aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggghhh

Anyway, this is the ultimate cult, it requires no beleif, no action, no
thought, no anything really, expect a change to buy something great and
listen to the hour of slack which I have to honestly say is just fucking
great

Correspondent:: Frere Jean Bleu
Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2005 20:55:26 +1100

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The hackers Jargon Lexicon.

http://jargon.watson-net.com/jargon.asp?w=Church%20of%20the%20SubGenius

Fr J B

Correspondent:: nikolai kingsley
Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2005 22:49:16 +1100

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Robert Crumb's "Weirdo". first Pamphelet #1, then later, the review of a
Devival by Jay Kinney.

Correspondent:: phy
Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2005 14:25:11 GMT

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"Rev. Ivan Stang" wrote in
news:030220051641230064%stang@subgeniusNOSPUM.com:

> There, now that I've asked,
> Or whatnot.

I first found out about slack in '96 when I first got on the web, even
before I was too much of a n00b to know much about AOL. Whatever program
came with the disc my isp provided had an integrated newsgroup reader on
it. I heard I could look at nekkid chyx with it but I never figured out
how. So I found yahoo and was just searching for random things that I could
think of. I found out about slack right after the search that led me to the
scary devil monastary. After looking up "humor + unix" I looked up "humor +
religion". My life has not been the same since and it is all because I
yahooed.

-phy

Correspondent:: elvis_bond@hotmail.com
Date: 4 Feb 2005 08:33:46 -0800

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I went to buy a 62 Valiant from some guy in a cheap apartment near the
University of Texas campus very close to 24th and Rio Grande, where I
had spent many hours watching traffic from a bench at a "flower shop"
and "import company" set up on the parking lot of a drive through beer
place. An old man named Max kept bees behind the drive through. I would
finish working at an old warehouse (formerly Kuntz - Sternenberg
lumber..now a fire trap where we would smoke humongous joints of
commercial and play records and pretend we were slaves on the docks of
New Orleans, especially in the summer) filling orders for car parts
destined for military bases....then hop on my bicycle and pedal to the
flower shop to start in on a quart of beer and a fresh joint of
Oaxacan....sitting on a bench watching traffic.

Then I went straight in 1983...and I bought this car. The guy who sold
me the car was spray painting a t-shirt that had sort of an aloha theme
and this Bob Dobbs guy. He asked me if I'd ever heard of Bob Dobbs. It
reminded me of the Dobb's House late night eatery where the drunk Kappa
Sigs would terrorize the staff at all hours with their genitals hanging
out of their pants and all sorts of nonsense. I said "no" and I was
determined to stay away from all of that previous weirdness and be
responsible and help raise my son and all that jazz. I avoided knowing
anything about Bob, for sure. He said I would be hearing about Bob in
the future...

So I tell my son to pick out his birthday present. What does he get?
The BOOK.

I looked at it. Yeah, I'd seen Bob around. I didn't have time for his
trip. I was being straight. *I'll probably get to this later, I was
thinking.*

Straight got me on the road to Mississippi with four dollars and new
tent in 1990. I was running from Henry Kissinger. I know it sounds a
little far-fetched, but you should hear the whole story before you
dismiss me as a little too imaginative. I spent a lovely three and a
half years getting a chemistry degree from Mississippi University for
Women.
I spent another year in graduate chemistry at Michigan State. All in
all, my brain was fried. I was ready for Bob.

I signed up for study abroad in Australia, packed my belongings to be
shipped to me there, and scored some frop from a friendly neighbor...my
first taste of "weirdness" for 11 years. All I can say is, graduate
chemistry is not "normal" in the first place.

I sent in my $30 and bought The BOOK and REV X...packed them away with
my stuff.

The books ended up with me in my group house in Canberra and were
really underappreciated by the Australian equivalent of the FBI, the
Australian Federal Police.
In fact, they thought that this was truly subversive literature and fit
right in with all of the other books such as the letters of William
Burroughs and books by Philip K. Dick and my devotion to writing down
all kinds of things to an email mailing list. In fact, that whole
course of study in political science and criminal justice with and
internship at the Australian National University was the logical
prelude to dealing with the Aussie FBI and being hassled out of the
country..given the boot.

Now I am happier than I have ever been at age 58. I'll give all the
credit to Bob.

It's the only thing that makes sense.

Correspondent:: "Chain Smerker"
Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2005 23:37:29 GMT

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wrote in message
news:1107534826.080385.66420@c13g2000cwb.googlegroups.com...
>I went to buy a 62 Valiant from some guy in a cheap apartment near the
> University of Texas campus very close to 24th and Rio Grande, where I
> had spent many hours watching traffic from a bench at a "flower shop"
> and "import company" set up on the parking lot of a drive through beer
> place. An old man named Max kept bees behind the drive through. I would
> finish working at an old warehouse (formerly Kuntz - Sternenberg
> lumber..now a fire trap where we would smoke humongous joints of
> commercial and play records and pretend we were slaves on the docks of
> New Orleans, especially in the summer) filling orders for car parts
> destined for military bases....then hop on my bicycle and pedal to the
> flower shop to start in on a quart of beer and a fresh joint of
> Oaxacan....sitting on a bench watching traffic.
>
> Then I went straight in 1983...and I bought this car. The guy who sold
> me the car was spray painting a t-shirt that had sort of an aloha theme
> and this Bob Dobbs guy. He asked me if I'd ever heard of Bob Dobbs. It
> reminded me of the Dobb's House late night eatery where the drunk Kappa
> Sigs would terrorize the staff at all hours with their genitals hanging
> out of their pants and all sorts of nonsense. I said "no" and I was
> determined to stay away from all of that previous weirdness and be
> responsible and help raise my son and all that jazz. I avoided knowing
> anything about Bob, for sure. He said I would be hearing about Bob in
> the future...
>
> So I tell my son to pick out his birthday present. What does he get?
> The BOOK.
>
> I looked at it. Yeah, I'd seen Bob around. I didn't have time for his
> trip. I was being straight. *I'll probably get to this later, I was
> thinking.*
>
> Straight got me on the road to Mississippi with four dollars and new
> tent in 1990. I was running from Henry Kissinger. I know it sounds a
> little far-fetched, but you should hear the whole story before you
> dismiss me as a little too imaginative. I spent a lovely three and a
> half years getting a chemistry degree from Mississippi University for
> Women.
> I spent another year in graduate chemistry at Michigan State. All in
> all, my brain was fried. I was ready for Bob.
>
> I signed up for study abroad in Australia, packed my belongings to be
> shipped to me there, and scored some frop from a friendly neighbor...my
> first taste of "weirdness" for 11 years. All I can say is, graduate
> chemistry is not "normal" in the first place.
>
> I sent in my $30 and bought The BOOK and REV X...packed them away with
> my stuff.
>
> The books ended up with me in my group house in Canberra and were
> really underappreciated by the Australian equivalent of the FBI, the
> Australian Federal Police.
> In fact, they thought that this was truly subversive literature and fit
> right in with all of the other books such as the letters of William
> Burroughs and books by Philip K. Dick and my devotion to writing down
> all kinds of things to an email mailing list. In fact, that whole
> course of study in political science and criminal justice with and
> internship at the Australian National University was the logical
> prelude to dealing with the Aussie FBI and being hassled out of the
> country..given the boot.
>
> Now I am happier than I have ever been at age 58. I'll give all the
> credit to Bob.
>
> It's the only thing that makes sense.
>
Firstly sorry about emailing you, i hit the wrong button

Yep the AFP are extremely conservative and paranoid about shit they cant
understand, and Canberra is not the kind of place to do anything "unusual"
that town is full of the most boring beurocrats and upper class pink know it
all, left-leaning snobs the world has ever seen, for all you Americans
imagine a town, built by politicians for politicians its a town that
resembles a soviet or nazi city

Although Australia is thought of as an "liberal paradise" and in some ways
we are, but the governments secret police are very, very conservative

Correspondent:: "Rev. Dr. drn8"
Date: 7 Feb 2005 10:30:39 -0800

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I was 15 and in a mental institution. we had radio's in our rooms and
here in madison "the hour of slack" is broadcast weekly over fm
radio(89.9 wort). I would suggest that perhaps listining to Rev. Stang
on t.h.o.s.
was just about the only thing that KEPT me SANE in the face of
attempted CON BRAINWASHING. on new years eve they re-played the G.G.
ALLEN MERMORIAL TRIBUTE AND CHANNELING, a highlight of my stay. since
finding "BOB" I have gone from 0.02 gpa in highschool to a 3.7 gpa in
college, and found many ways to make THE CON PAY ME for me pretending
to learn WHAT I ALLREADY KNOW. CHUMPS. I have spent multiple
consecutive years BEING A PARASITE TO THE CONSPIRACY and letting them
thank me for it.

this has been a brief recounting of my SALVATION.

PARAISE "BOB"!!!!

Correspondent:: "fenian d'illudium q-36, Rlari."
Date: Fri, 4 Feb 2005 11:05:15 -0500

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"Rev. Ivan Stang" wrote in message
news:030220051641230064%stang@subgeniusNOSPUM.com...
> There, now that I've asked, I can scratch that item off my list of shit
> I decided at some time that I was supposed to do.

As the storm brewed, and the bright noon sun began to fade to an eerie
yellow glow, the little girl spoke to me with a voice like resonating
crystal. Then she peeled off her skin, and there stood HellPopeHuey, with a
brickbat. That's about all I remember. Well...there is something about
Legumes and giant apes raping Jesus....and now I speak this language that I
invariably understand...

Correspondent:: Artemia Salina
Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2005 13:35:13 -0500

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It was 1972 and I was in the Merchant Marines working as a deck hand
on a tramp freighter called Larry. We had left the port of New Haven
headed for Argentina when two weeks into the trip the captain received
a distress call from the US Coast Guard. We were requested to deviate
from our course into the Sargasso Sea to look for survivors of a possible
ship wreck. Maritime Law requires ships to comply with such requests, so
off we went, steaming eastward from the tip of Florida. On the second day
of searching we did indeed find a lone man adrift on a large clump of
sea weed. Though I never got to talk to him he did seem to be in
surprisingly good health; he was smiling as we brought him on board,
and even had managed to hang onto his pipe, which he chewed on almost
constantly. That seemed very strange to me at the time.

Usually those picked up by merchant marine vessels who are in good
health are given chores to do while on board until the coast guard
can get a helo out to pick them up, but not this guy. That also
seemed very strange. He stayed with the captain the whole time as
we continued on to Argentina, where I think he finally disembarked.
Not long after that I heard that Larry had sunk off the coast of Chile
for no apparent reason, and the captain of the ship had become a
wealthy CEO of a telecommunications company that he had started in
Costa Rica. This all happened within a year of that voyage.

Fast forward to 1983. I was watching the USA channel when they ran
ARISE!, and there was THAT GUY we had picked up 11 years earlier!
If it WASN'T "Bob" that we had picked up then it must've been his
brother.

--
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Correspondent:: "Rev. Lee Austin"
Date: 4 Feb 2005 10:36:04 -0800

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Rev. Ivan Stang wrote:
> There, now that I've asked, I can scratch that item off my list of
shit
> I decided at some time that I was supposed to do.

Slackware Linux uses "Bob" as a mascot. First saw him there. Thought it
was a cool looking design. Damn, if only I'd known the power...

A year or two later, I was dating a girl I'd met through work. A real
bizarre yet smokin' hot Satanist chick. She was running her mouth about
wanting a tattoo, and what a great chance to impress her and prove I
was a macho dipshit male meathead than to get "Bob" tattooed on my back
(as was recently posted here). Now, this was before I was aware what
the church was about, I knew it existed, but I just thought "Bob"
looked cool and didn't think twice about it. Shortly thereafter, all
kinds of things started just "going right". I got a raise without
asking for it, the chick was throwing herself at me left & right,
people seemed to be leary of me and stay out of my way, even on the
roads! It was then I found subsite and realized the immense power the
Dobbshead held. After reading the pamphlets, and realizing "this makes
the most nonsense of anything", I borrowed the money to join. While
contemplating quitting my job to slack off, a much better job offer
came across the table, in the exact field I wanted with double the pay,
while only working part-time!. To this day, ~2 years later, I'm still
with the same chick, happy as a maggot in a dead dingo, same slackful
part-time job, and "Bob" is my wingman.

The moral of this story: A little head goes a long way

PS: Oh yeah, any Auburn/Seattle area Subs want a *free* car that needs
a little work? Email initium{at}domesticide(dot)net

PPS: I promised Rev Keith Neilsen of Illuminatibooks.net a plug. Check
the "Hail Santa!" shirt out. Great stuff
--
Rev. Lee Austin

Correspondent:: wcb
Date: Sat, 05 Feb 2005 02:54:10 -0600

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Rev. Lee Austin wrote:

> Rev. Ivan Stang wrote:
>> There, now that I've asked, I can scratch that item off my list of
> shit
>> I decided at some time that I was supposed to do.
>
> Slackware Linux uses "Bob" as a mascot. First saw him there. Thought it
> was a cool looking design. Damn, if only I'd known the power...

"Bob" shows up in two screensavers in Mandrake 10.1.

>
> A year or two later, I was dating a girl I'd met through work. A real
> bizarre yet smokin' hot Satanist chick. She was running her mouth about
> wanting a tattoo, and what a great chance to impress her and prove I
> was a macho dipshit male meathead than to get "Bob" tattooed on my back
> (as was recently posted here). Now, this was before I was aware what
> the church was about, I knew it existed, but I just thought "Bob"
> looked cool and didn't think twice about it. Shortly thereafter, all
> kinds of things started just "going right". I got a raise without
> asking for it, the chick was throwing herself at me left & right,
> people seemed to be leary of me and stay out of my way, even on the
> roads! It was then I found subsite and realized the immense power the
> Dobbshead held. After reading the pamphlets, and realizing "this makes
> the most nonsense of anything", I borrowed the money to join. While
> contemplating quitting my job to slack off, a much better job offer
> came across the table, in the exact field I wanted with double the pay,
> while only working part-time!. To this day, ~2 years later, I'm still
> with the same chick, happy as a maggot in a dead dingo, same slackful
> part-time job, and "Bob" is my wingman.
>
> The moral of this story: A little head goes a long way
>
> PS: Oh yeah, any Auburn/Seattle area Subs want a *free* car that needs
> a little work? Email initium{at}domesticide(dot)net
>
> PPS: I promised Rev Keith Neilsen of Illuminatibooks.net a plug. Check
> the "Hail Santa!" shirt out. Great stuff
> --
> Rev. Lee Austin

--

Cheerful Charlie

Correspondent:: "Revi Shankar"
Date: Sat, 5 Feb 2005 08:35:22 -0500

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It had to be 1982 or 1983. I was taken by the stenciled images of the sacred
head (now wounded) on bridges, etcetera, in downtown Cincinnati. I must have
"Bob" receptors in my head, because the images stuck. Later, after moving to
Cleveland in 1985,

> "I found one of the
> books in a bookstore" ...

Specifically, _High_Weirdness_by_Mail_, which had been signed by someone
claiming to be the author. After that, it was just a matter of keeping an
eye on the local papers for events, etc. My connection to the internets came
along in 1996, and my debauchery continues unabated to this day.

I am certain that I will get laid ANY DAY now!

PRABOB

Correspondent:: "Paul E. Jamison"
Date: Sat, 5 Feb 2005 13:14:46 -0600

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"Revi Shankar" wrote in message
news:E6-dnQVvHpEFVpnfRVn-rw@adelphia.com...
>
> > "I found one of the
> > books in a bookstore" ...
>
> Specifically, _High_Weirdness_by_Mail_, which had been signed by someone
> claiming to be the author.

Geez, that was it! I came across a favorable review for "High Weirdness by
Mail" in "The Skeptical Enquirer" and bought it at some SF convention ot
other. That led me by some tortuous path here.

Paul

Correspondent:: William Earl Haskell
Date: Mon, 07 Feb 2005 00:28:00 -0600

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Rev. Ivan Stang wrote:

> There, now that I've asked, I can scratch that item off my list of shit
> I decided at some time that I was supposed to do.
>
> I imagine for some people it would be a simple "I found one of the
> books in a bookstore"

...in Salt Lake City, no less. I idly picked up a copy from a pile on the
table, began leafing through it, and MY HEAD CAUGHT ON FIRE. Not literally,
luckily for the store. This was back in, I guess, 1984.

edition of the BotSG>

Yes, April 1984 - but actually I had an _earlier_ exposure -

Houston Post, 3 Sept 1983

RELIGION

Their credo: In Bob We Trust

The Church of the SubGenius
raises satire to a cult status...

BTW they do include the "s around "Bob"'s name in the article proper.

Didn't get around to sending what had become by then my $30 until 1996, and
what a difference it might have made in my life if I had done so earlier...

BTW2 I also picked up a copy of Kaiser Wilhelm II's autobiography (in
English) at the same time. Talk about imperial bulldada.

Correspondent:: "just john"
Date: 7 Feb 2005 08:45:26 -0800

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Earliest I can document is my "Bob Who?" bit, recorded on reel-to-reel
ape (which I still have) back in high school. '73 or '74.

(Which had nothing to do with my father, a pipe-smoking fellow, also a
'J.R."Bob"' ... tho not a Dobbs.)

Correspondent:: "just john"
Date: 7 Feb 2005 10:35:58 -0800

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Y'know, I'd try to correct that typo, but "reel-to-reel ape" raises a
fun mental image.

(Oook, oook!)

Correspondent:: Selfs Layer
Date: Mon, 07 Feb 2005 20:07:36 +0100

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My first close encounter was when I was telling my friend/neighbor
about Discordianism, and he whipped up an internet dissertation on his
roommates' computer and showed me all about irreligions, especially
this "Church of the SubGenius" that one of his friends had been a
"Bobbie" in. This looks a lot like the page he showed me:

http://religiousmovements.lib.virginia.edu/nrms/neophile.html

I was pissed off cuz I was sure the fuckers were just ripping off
Kerry Thornley and all the other wild freaks out there. Finally, after
realizing that a lot of Discordians I was meeting just weren't really
funny and turned up their noses at me because I said I was most
recently interested in SubGenius stuff, I turned heel and marched into
the ever-wanting arms of my now Lawd 'n Slaviour J.R. "Bobgoblin"
Dobbs.

Praise 'Bob'ris!
All hail SubFnordia!

- thus spake Selfa Lustra

Correspondent:: saint bubba
Date: Wed, 09 Feb 2005 01:53:22 -0400

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On Thu, 03 Feb 2005 16:41:23 -0500, "Rev. Ivan Stang"
wrote:

>There, now that I've asked, I can scratch that item off my list of shit
>I decided at some time that I was supposed to do.
>

i had begun dating this schizophrenic mullato girl who didnt care that
i had a purple mohawk and listened to voivod. we moved in with a
friend of hers who, after getting fried together, popped in Arise! and
then handed me a pile of old stark fists. and that alone helped
reassemble the neural pathways i had not abused enough. a week later i
tagged along with him to some small sci-fi convention and assisted in
the sacrifice of an old apple2 computer to the technology gods. i
rooted around a bunch of bbses and found, i think, the first few
chapters of tBotSG on some californian bbs called "the temple of the
screaming electrom". and that ascii dobbshead. that forced me to order
the book into the cheap pink bookstore at the local mall. after that
it took less than a week to send in my $20.
since then i been a-prosetylizing amoung the heathenous canucks and
newfies. unfortunately, the stupid pollen is still pretty thickly laid
out every morning here so most of the idiots still look at the
dobbsheads and badart plastered up on church bulletin boards and
tellyphone poles.

st bubba

Correspondent:: Sternodox
Date: Wed, 16 Feb 2005 16:14:13 -0600

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Snavely told me not to send a dollar to P.O. Box 140306. That's how.