I make the argument that Rivina is quite misguided, especially when it comes to his favorite things: Volkers and school lunches. This appendix is here so that the reader can make his own judgement.
I had to search through computer magnetic tape archives to find the files that I present in this appendix. The files reproduced here will show different aspects of Rivina in terms of Volkers and school lunches. Other files from me may provide responses and similar messages.
Figure D.1 shows an example of how misguided Rich can get when it comes to Volkers.
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It was originally intended to be a fake advertisment that was part of a Beachboard1 story called As the Beachboard Goes ‘Boing! Boink! Splat!’ written by Andrew Chaplin [25]. The story was a multipart story posted there in seven parts2 depicted the lives of fellow Beachboarders, and Rivina was able to submit his blather there for our consumption.
The reader should keep in mind that misguidance can happen to the best of us, and Rivina is no exception, especially after reading that post.
One time, at some point back in ancient history before O. J. Simpson was ever accused of murder, and even back in the days when Jimmy Griffin was mayor of Buffalo, Rivina went on an escapade called Rivina Normal Day. This was a time when he decided that it would be better to try to be like the rest of us. He would be like the rest of us, make fun of and put down school lunches with the rest of us and, in effect, tell us that Volkers comprised the biggest pile of horse manure ever collected in one place.
These happened several times whenever enough people asked him to do it. The first time I document Rivina Normal Day here in figure D.3 happened a mere four weeks or so after I had “met” him online. In fact, the exact method used was posted in figure D.14.
On a handful of bulletin board systems (BBSs) in the area, Riv will lead off his announcement for a Normal Day much like what’s in Figures D.2 and D.3.
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Longer versions of these files showed up on a single-user (at a time) bulletin board system. We would then read them and work out our replies. Rivina would take his time and write a reply to everyone who created a public message (post) here and anywhere else.
Rivina had also managed to post on another BBS called TresAngle.3 He did not write a Rivina Normal Day post there because there was no demand, despite the “warning order” posted (figure D.4.
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However, private mail was sent to those who had requested it, like what is seen in figure D.5.
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I fired back, indicating that school lunches resembled unwashed sweat socks.4 In mail, he thinks that I said that school lunches are not all washed up. Of course, he is trying to weasel out of it in the post found in figure D.6.
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In the Normal Day posts, with regards to school lunches, he ultimately has the right idea. He can be taught! Naturally, I was so impressed with the idea that I came up with a Strange Day post of my own. This is provided in figure D.7.
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Once we got him on the Beachboard5, the Normal Days would start up there. A header from an actual Rivina Normal Day post is included in figure D.8.
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Once again, everyone who left a message in the Beachboard would get a reply from Rivina. Many of those replies are not included here. The one he sent me was, as were select other replies to users when Rivina had something to say about Volkers, Fawn Hall or SAC Pizzas. It appears that I had cobbled together a post for the Beachboard to demonstrate to the crowd what a sample Normal Day post looked like. With that, I was able to brief everyone else on exactly what would happen. His reply to me is included in figure D.9.6
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Sample public communications are included in figures D.10 and D.11.
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Then his post to me appears in figure D.12.
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The post in figure D.13 is yet another example of Normal Day personals.
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In the future, Rivina Normal Days could be requested. Procedures for this are spelled out in figure D.14.
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For Rivina, getting back to normal would entail the usual plug for those Volkers..
Even one time found him chiding me for not doing my Curtis Strange Day7 post which I had done before. I had intended to do something called a Classic Day where I would revert from being Gleepy the Hen back to older monikers. See figure D.15 to see Rivina’s chiding.
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Another post addressed to the addressee mentioned in figure D.12 is shown in figure D.15, as he returned to “normalcy.”8
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The idea is to show that Rivina can return to normal.
Whenever the Rivina utters a falsehood (as in figure D.17,) he [supposedly] turns into the Queen of Sheba (as in figure D.18.)
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After all this was posted, he would have to apologize for having the Queen somehow make an appearance and really confuse things like in figure D.19.
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There were times when Rich would actually dress up as the Queen for a Halloween party (or for other occasions where the costume was warranted).
Other areas for access on TresAngle and The Dark Side BBSs had “create as you go” story areas. I somehow remember story where Rivina having fun mixing up food in a half-pint milk carton (with a spork, nonetheless!) We would always try to steer the conversation away from those awful school lunches, it would seem.
Everyone who read those things should remember the chant of the Rivina clones:
School Lunches, bunches and bunches.
School Lunches, bunches and bunches of
School Lunches.
Rivina may not really be as much of a Volker as he appears. Sure, he talks about how good they are, but see how much fun he has using EVE for OpenVMS. See the post, split in two parts, in figures D.20 and D.21.
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Of course, he may not have much of a choice any more. It seems that his favorite line-mode supporting editor for OpenVMS, EDT, may be losing support. This will force The Rivina to ditch his Volker at long last and get a real terminal before it’s too late and smoke starts coming out of his ears.
This whole book/article/report/thesis, in theory, has nothing to do with Rivina’s stuffed moose9 named C0ntessa (the numeral being part of the spelling). It has nothing to do with the fact that I was part of the conspiracy to hold it hostage. I wanted to determine the drop-off point for it.
We had this old beech tree near some land where my mother, father and I would camp out in Great Valley, New York. This tree was hollow and the first 1/2 meter or so of the tree was bent at an angle to the west. Normally, this was the stash point for things like the aluminum teakettle we would use to heat water for hand washing, coffee, or dish washing.
When I invited the gang down for a cookout, I had wanted to gain possession of C0ntessa long enough to wrap it up in a plastic trash bag (so it wouldn’t get dirty) and stuff it in there. Fortunately for all concerned, the stuffed moose was returned to Rivina well before the cookout. He was shown the spot, being told that that would be where C0ntessa was returned. When I brought that fact to his attention, he seemed to recall the fact that C0ntessa was going to be stuffed in it somehow. Naturally, he winced and whimpered, as though someone took away his Volkers and school lunches.
Sometime later, my mother told me that the tree had to be cut down. Between us, there should be some pictures of the tree that could be scanned in in case I wanted to include photographs in this publication. I have some that I took back in 1972 somewhere. My mother probably has access to the negatives (as I have no clue where they went).10