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Daryl S. Kabatoff
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Getting Ready For Dinner

From: "Neil"
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Subject: Krista Marie McLean - November 18th 1981
Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2002 16:36:15 +0100

Maybe thats because we dont believe a word you
say perhaps if after 14 years of work you have
no believers its time to call it a day? And
something tells me insulting those who you wish
to convince probably isnt doing you any favours.
If anyone is worthless its you your the one
whose wasted 14 years of your life on this weird
crusade of yours whilst everyone else has been
getting on with and enjoying theirs perhaps its
time you did the same.

Similarly my parents never thought I had anything to say that was worth
while either, mom wanted me to be a doctor like uncle Peter Elloway. Uncle
Peter Elloway practiced family medicine in Los Angeles to blacks and hated
blacks, he drove his new Cadillac up to Saskatoon each summer and freeloaded
off of Sam, ate Sam's food and drank Sam's booze, and told us all stories
about dirty black people. I quickly determined that I did not want to be a
doctor, like uncle Peter. Ruby did not like my U of S anthropology and
sociology texts and eventually she got them to be stored in a box in the
garage. I wanted an old car, I was 17 years old in 1974 and had saved enough
to buy one, I saw a 1937 or 1938 Buick or Oldsmobile coupe being offered for
sale for around $700 on 7th Street (near Preston) and Sam took the
initiative to take me there and see it. While looking at it together, Sam
said in a gruff voice "You will never get king pins for it!!!" and basically
ordered me not to buy it (Sam only took me there to prevent me from
purchasing it). Then one of the neighbors of Sam's parent's (near Kinley)
said to me "Oh, you are Annie's grandson!!!" and with that she sold me a
1940 Chev sedan, the engine was seized, but the body wasn't rusted and the
interior was nearly mint (I remember the dash looking factory new and the
upholstery to be without tears). The neighbor charged me $50 for the car, I
towed it into Sam's backyard at 202 Ave U North. Less than a week later and
in my absence, Sam sold the car for the $50, I came home and it was gone.
Sam said that he did not want junk cluttering up his back yard and never
gave me an opportunity to store the car elsewhere. I brought home a 1952
Studebaker coupe, and again rather than encourage me to complete a project,
Sam announced that it was in need of a water pump, said that I would never
be able to get a water pump for it, and he ordered me to sell it. And they
order me to stay at home in the evenings to answer phone calls from people
responding to the ads in the paper, I would be forced to have to listen to
Sam and Ruby bark at me and at one another, I would be forced to sell
whatever it was they ordered me to sell, and I would sell at a loss in order
to get out of the house.

At about the same time that Sam sold my 1940 Chev, Sam sold his coin
collection for scrap silver. I had my own coin collection that I was trying
to build, and Sam sold his many old Canadian coins for scrap without giving
me the opportunity to aquire his coins so I could build upon my own
collection. Sam had Canadian coins dating back to the 1880's and 1890's, he
allowed me to see these coins a handful of times while I was growing up,
then he sold them for scrap. A few years before that I wanted some model
rockets, Sam refused to sign the document allowing me to buy the engines, so
the rockets were useless. And before that I wanted a toy train, so Sam gets
me a toy train for a Christmas (use of God's name in vain) present, but Sam
riveted the train tracks onto a large heavy board and into a permanent
figure eight, thereby taking away my freedom to arrange the tracks into
different configurations. Sam and Ruby together condemned most of my
interests. My brother Randal was lucky, he was allowed to learn music (the
parents ordered him to play an accordion and he absolutely hated it).

I tried to hold onto other old cars and whatever other projects or
interests in my life, but together my parents condemned my interests and
ordered me to sell valuables (to sell things that were precious to me). They
would not respect me as an individual, Ruby for example ordered me
repeatedly to sell my bus (while Sam would never raise a finger to help me
with it in any way), I tried to stand my ground and had to listen to Ruby
harp on and on about that bus nearly every day for years, saying "Sell the
bus!!! Sell the bus!!! Sell the bus!!!" Eventually I got full time
employment in Whitecourt Alberta, and in my absence Sam sold the bus for
$1000, but the Cummins V6 diesel engine was worth more than that. It is hard
to proceed with and develop interests when the people around you continually
shoot down your interests. I bet that Sam sold my 1940 Chev to one of his
alcoholic friends, perhaps to a fellow alcoholic police officer.

Eventually Sam's and Ruby's friends were irritated by my criticisms of
their churches, they did not like to hear me say that the Egyptian obelisks
on the roofs of their churches were representations of penises, they did not
like to hear me say that their churches were censoring Scriptural references
to cannibalism, and Ruby or both of my parents signed orders to bring even
more horrors into my life.

I was working in Whitecourt in 1987 (I had full time employment as a
Social Worker). I would have to endure long distance phone calls from Ruby,
telling me to sell my bus. Finally in 1987, while working in Whitecourt, Sam
sold the bus for $1000 (less than the engine was worth), to recoup the $1000
he sent me when I was attending school in Montreal, it was good to be in
Montreal and away from the family. And Sam and Ruby visited me in
Whitecourt, they argued and ordered and Sam assaulted me, after which my job
performance suffered. I lost my job and returned to Saskatoon in 1988 and my
parents had me arrested under the mental health act. Ruby would then come to
the psychiatric ward and bring me some new clothes, and exclaim how much
better I was now (now that my head was pounding in pain). My parents often
gamble away amounts of money approaching or exceeding $1000, an amount like
$1000 is not a big issue to them. After repeatedly ordering me to sell
vehicles, Ruby gambled her savings and her own car away, now she is left
without wheels of her own. Sam always promised to help me get established in
life, he frequently told me to forget about any car I owned or wanted to
purchase and saying that he would get me a nice car some day. Eventually
Sam's mother Annie sold her Dodge Rampage (a newer and economical vehicle)
to strangers on monthly installments, and 80-year-old Annie had to go
repeatedly to the people's home and try to collect her monthly payment (no
relative of mine ever offered me such a deal). Grandpa Bill Kabatoff was
like his son Sam, and did not want me parking a vehicle at the farm.

I was living on my own and was told to get rid of my cat, year after year
Ruby pressured me to get rid of my cat, and then cats. Once after a 6 week
torture session at the U of S, Sam picked me up, and soon after picked my
last remaining cat up, and delivered her to the SPCA to be put down. So much
for Namur, a true friend in my life.

Ruby would not allow me to go out in the evenings and associate with
people in high school, people who phoned for me would be given an
interrogation over the phone and were unlikely to attempt to contact me
again. She was angry that I would get a passport and a post office box, she
tried in vain for me to cancel my post office box, and would never tell
people looking for me what my post office box number is so they could
contact me. Ruby would let me pick the weeds in her garden, stir the meals
and wash the dishes, but would never allow me to sow any seeds of my own nor
teach me how to prepare a meal. Ruby hung pictures of herself in my bedroom
and would not allow me to put my own pictures on the wall, she is such an
ignorant God-damned shit (and continues to be so). And Ruby has a small
amount of farm land that she rents out. Over the years Ruby would tell me
and my brother how this land would always stay in the family, but I don't
exactly know where the precious little plot of land is, for once when I was
very young it was pointed out to me while I was seated in the back seat of
the family car and have never been allowed to step foot on it. Graham Taylor
now farms Ruby's land, and she treats him like her true son.

I renewed contact with my parents in 2001. Sam got a hip replacement in
2001 and traded in his late 1990's Ford Crown Victoria towards a van, so it
is easier for him to get in and out of the vehicle. Sam (who often ordered
me not to buy whatever vehicle and who repeatedly told me that he would some
day help me get a nice car), told me that he really got nothing in trade for
the Crown Victoria. My bicycle was stolen 3 years ago and now Sam keeps
offering me his mountain bike hanging in the garage. As a matter of
principle, I let his bike continue to hang. On December 14th 2001 Ruby said,
"You don't like Christmas so I will give this to you now," and she reached
under her decorated tree (pagan fertility symbol) and gave me a box to open.
There was a sweater inside (how I hate wearing sweaters) and I declined it.
Also at that time Ruby said that she was always giving things to my cousins
(Graham Taylor married one of them) and it was time that she gave something
to her own children, and she showed me two tiny silver chains and said one
was for me and one was for my brother. I took one of the chains (there is
perhaps more silver in a 25 cent piece), and I don't wear it as I don't wear
silver, and I don't want anything from my mother hanging around my neck. I
am so sorry I renewed contact with my parents in 2001.

Then on December 24th 2001 I was visiting with my brother and his wife at
Sam's and Ruby's house, it was late and I ended up spending the night with
them. Then in the morning of December 25th Ruby presents me with two boxes,
each containing sweaters, and one was the sweater that I refused 11 days
earlier. She suggested and suggested and then strongly suggested that I wear
the brown one as we were goink out for dinner to the McCrea's. I should have
taken scissors to it right then and there, but instead I put on Ruby's
sweater and off we went to see the McCrea and Taylor kids get their
presents. Most every Christmas my parents would take me to Struan where I
would see my first cousins get nice presents from their parents, now I was
to be taken (while wearing another one of Ruby's sweaters) to see these
first cousins of mine give nice and thoughtful presents to their kids. While
having dinner at The McCrea's, I sat next to Graham Taylor and showed him
the sweater Ruby gave me, and he just smirked.

Daryl Shawn Kabatoff
Box 7134
Saskatoon Saskatchewan
S7K 4J1

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"Daryl S. Kabatoff" wrote in
news:[email protected]:

Daryl Shawn Kabatoff
Box 7134
Saskatoon Saskatchewan
S7K 4J1

Ummm Dude...Stay off the dope.


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Old 20-02-2004, 01:46 AM
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"Daryl S. Kabatoff" lurched drunkenly into the
group, dropped his pants and rudely left the following steaming pile:

Getting Ready For Dinner

snipped a lot of psycho crap from Shawn "pedophile-boy" Kabatoff

The following (courtesy of is sort of an unofficial "FAQ"
explaining the psychotic nonsense posted to Usenet by Shawn Daryl
Kabatoff AKA "Dar", AKA "Probababbilities". And now AKA "marcia and

WARNING: Read below before even thinking about responding to this

Usenet has the tendency to provide a public forum for those who would
normally be scribbling in a closet. For example, take Daryl "Shawn"
Kabatoff. For the last few years, he's methodically gathered
"statistics" from various sources, ranging from local newspaper
obituary pages to the food court of the Saskatoon Midtown Plaza mall.
With all the raw data he's collected, he's attempting to prove daily
that our full names are in "mathematical harmony" with our birthdays.
His rants normally focus on a single individual he's met or read
about, starting with calculations related to their birthdate and full
names, blending in whatever other personal information about their
family members, spouses, birthplace, and career he's been able to
glean. From there, it descends into a mix of numerology, religious
zealotry, and personal torment. I've never seen anything like it.
With all the prime numbers, Fibonacci sequences and biblical
references, it's like reading the notebooks of Maximillian Cohen and
John Nash combined. Unsurprisingly, several posts unfold to reveal a
history of painful mental illness. If you have some time, take a look.
I've detailed his posting history and a several sample posts below.

Usenet Posting History:

January 27, 1999 to July 5, 2000 as

December 9, 2000 to May 4, 2001 as

Oct 30, 2001 to Oct 31, 2001 as

January 20, 2002 to April 17, 2002 as
posts have been

removed from Google Groups archive)

April 26, 2002 to Present as

Selected Posts:
Tessa Lynne Smith
Dastageer Sakhizai and Helen Smith
Brett David Maki
Andrew Meredith Cotton
Kathryn Lee Hipperson
Amanda Dawn Newton
Mona Marie Etcheverry
Tony Peter Nuspl
Lisa Charlene McMillan
Grant Allyn Wood

scarier still is that saskatoon is my hometown, though not my current
residence. and every single place he's mentioned in his posts (most
notably nervous harold's and the roastary) were either places i've
been (as it's a small city of 200K) or hangouts, ie. the two places
mentioned. chances are i could email some friends back home and find
out if they know of him, they (my friends that is) being of the
broadway-centred slacker ilk. myself, too, until i got out of there.
eh, anyways. thought it odd to see all this. midtown mall. i ate my
meals there, whilst waiting several days in line for star wars episode
one, at the theatre across the street.
posted by andy raad on May 22, 2002 06:20 PM

Fascinating. It's like he's trying to take chaos and bind it into
whatever rules he can find, religious, logical and otherwise. Numbers
and math have a reliable pattern, something that can always be proven
to true or false. People and religion do not. It reminds me of Darren
Aronofsky's movie Pi. It's the story of an paraniod genius who is
trying to find a pattern in Pi. A group that takes interest in his
work is convinced that the existence of Pi, a number whose existence
can be proven but no quantified, is proof of the existence of God.
Kabatoff's hunt for patterns in something as random as name selection
is a way to reconcile his deeply logical thought process with his
conflicting religious views.
posted by matt on May 23, 2002 11:19 AM

Exactly. I probably shouldn't have, but I e-mailed Daryl yesterday,
asking him if he'd be willing to create a numerological analysis for
me. I also asked him if he had seen either Pi or A Beautiful Mind, and
what he thought of them. If he replies, I'll be sure to post it.
posted by Andy Baio on May 23, 2002 11:24 AM

I baked many pumpkin pies for Shawn (he likes pumpkin pies). I rubbed
pumpkin pie all over my breasts for him, and my breasts turned orange.
I am a pumpkin for Shawn.
posted by Trisha Blondie on July 24, 2002 10:41 PM

Um, that's swell. So, you're in love with him?
posted by Andy Baio on July 25, 2002 07:10 AM

Shawn once went to a funeral for a Jehovah Witness that shot himself
and the lemon tarts were very bad, they were not only sour but were
rubbery as well. Shawn said that the guy was some kind of Jehovah
Witness prophet, he saw in advance that the lemon tarts at his funeral
were to be very very bad, and so he shot himself. Shawn said that he
never ate pumpkin pie at a funeral but would like to some day. Shawn
likes pumpkin pie and so I have been practicing to make very good
pumpkin pies.
posted by Trisha Blondie on July 25, 2002 02:49 PM

Shawn said that the lemon tarts were sour, bitter and rubbery.
posted by Trisha Blondie on July 30, 2002 12:32 AM

I don't think this guy takes notes. I think he has Total Recall, and
it has driven him insane...
posted by Todd Smith on December 26, 2002 11:00 AM

Oh... I almost forgot... I didnt spend thousands of dollars a day
tormenting Daryl... We got a deal on tormenting that fiscal year, it
only came to about 37cents a day....
posted by Dr Claw on December 30, 2002 01:56 AM

Mr. Kabatoff attempts to portray himself as a victim, but in fact he
is a violent predatory pedophile who is well known to his local law
enforcement. In his post to multiple newsgroups with the subject
"Collecting Mail For The Coming Anti-Christ", he encourages mothers to
send him photos of their naked daughters. Mr Kabatoff explains, "I
personally did not want photographs being mailed to (the coming
Ant-Christ) that were of underage children unless the parent was
signing consent." He is banned from virtually all the shopping malls
in his community because he stalks young people and sexually harasses
them. He has an extensive arrest record which includes sexual
molestation charges. He's been hospitalized in mental institutions
several times because he likes to accost "nubile cuties." He writes
about his contact with young girls in many posts. Search newsgroup
archives for posts by him containing the word "nubile". As part of his
harrassment, he provides personal details in a public forum, such as
the real names of real children, in these and other posts. About one
girl he met at a mall, he writes, "I wanted Callie in my bed or I
wanted her and her sister dead."
He not only curses children and prays for their death in his posts, he
also enjoys attending the funerals of young people: "And so, since
nubile sweeties are found in greatest abundance at the funerals of
high school students, then it is the funerals of high school students
that make the very very best funerals, especially if there is food...
I stuff my face (and my pockets) with all the good food and look at
all the pretty nubile sweeties and have the time of my life..
r=&ie=UTF-8&scoring=d&selm=LfXN8.63042%24R53.25142039%40twis ter.socal.rr.
Many of his posts are sent to alt.teens.advice. However, he liberally
spams, floods and crossposts his off-topic threatening and offensive
missives to countless newsgroups. Some people HAVE problems and some
folks ARE problems. Don't dismiss Mr. Kabatoff as a harmless nut. When
he sends these posts to any newgroup, please help by reporting him to
his ISP. Thanks.
posted by nospam on January 5, 2003 04:39 AM

I knew of him when I was attending the University of Saskatchewan.
He'd hang out in the Arts computer lab and all you'd see is screens of
numbers racing by on his laptop. I have an original copy of his
"Collecting Mail for the Coming Anti-Christ" pamphlet, and have seen
him be hauled away by campus security on more than one occasion. My
friends and I refer to him as "Crazy Number Man".
posted by Mr. Somebody on April 10, 2003 11:09 AM

I've been posting to (and about) Shawn for over two years with big
gaps in between. He has seen Pi and didn't like it and didn't think it
resembled him at all. (Wrong, it fits him to a tee) He doesn't have
total recall and has stated that he travels with a lap top to notate
items. Also, he uses "cut n' paste" a lot if you read all the way
through his ramblings. He is anti-social as shown by his angry
statements towards those who, by his own admission, have been kind
(but not kind enough) to him. Still, he's intelligent and seems to be
able to "take a joke" on occassion. That's where I came in.
posted by Gambol on May 19, 2003 02:22


Reply to group
(Unsolicited e-mail is deleted from the server unread
if it comes from anyone not already in my addressbook.
I'll never even see it)
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"Thomas" wrote in message

James Takayama posted libel against me using the name
"nospam", now he frequently quotes this libel using
the name "Thomas." -Daryl S. Kabatoff

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

See Hebrews 4, here is New Testament Scripture
in chapter 4 telling us to remember to honor God's 4th
Commandment. The pre-incarnate Jesus created
heaven and earth and provided us with the Ten
Commandments. Then He came to earth in human form
and abided by His Ten Commandments. Then He was
crucified on the 6th day of the week, RESTED in the
tomb on the 7th day of the week, then rose on the first
day of the week to resume His ministry (His WORK).
He rose on a Sunday to resume His work while the
filthy churches teach you that His rising on a Sunday
changes His day of rest to Sunday.

Let us strive to enter that rest and honor what God
desires that we honor rather than continue to strive
to hold onto the things that our are important to
our friends, family and ourselves. -Daryl S. Kabatoff

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