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english.1 .obj,
City of Los Angeles High School Math Proficiency Exam Name: _____________________ Gang: _____________________ 1. Duane has an AK47 with a 30 round clip. If he misses 6 out of 10 shots and shoots 13 times at each drive by shooting, how many drive by shootings can he attempt before he has to reload? 2. If Jose has 2 ounces of cocaine and he sells an 8 ball to Jackson for $320 and 2 grams to Billy for $85 per gram, what is the street value of the balance of the cocaine if he doesn't cut it? 3. Rufus is pimping for 3 girls. If the price is $65 for each trick, how many tricks will each girl have to turn so Rufus can pay for his $800 per day crack habit? 4. Jarome wants to cut his 1/2 pound of Heroin to make 20% more profit. How many ounces of cut will he need? 5. Willie gets $200 for stealing a BMW, $50 for a Chevy and $100 for a 4x4. If he has stolen 2 BMW's and 3 4x4's, how many Chevy's will he have to steal to make $800? 6. Raoul is in prison for 6 years for murder. He got $10,000 for the hit. If his common law wife is spending $100 per month, how much money will he have left when he gets out of prison and how many years will he get for killing the bitch that spent his money? 7. If the average spray paint can covers 22 square feet and the average letter is 3 square feet, how many letters can a tagger spray with 3 cans of paint? 8. Hector knocked up 6 girls in his gang. There are 27 girls in the gang. What percentage of the girls in the gang has Hector knocked up?
english.2 .obj,
What the world is like in TV land: 1. If a women is running away from someone she will trip and fall. 2. Your car will always start immedaitely unless you are being chased by a maniacal killer or a monster of genetic creation. 3. Crazed maniacs have super-human strength. 4. The suburbs are exciting. 5. Good guys always shoot better than bad guys. 6. Good guys are always outnumbered. 7. Good guys always win and get the girl. 8. Good guys are always good looking. 9. Ugly people are always bad guys. 10. Teenagers who have sex are destined to die in grotesque ways. 11. There are no ugly women, only ugly men. 12. Court cases are all solved with a suprise witness. 13. Good guys are the only ones who have a sense of humor. 14. Cars will explode in all accidents. 15. Everyone has a 'dark' secret. 16. Cream pies are made to be thrown, never eaten. 17. Haunted houses are never locked. 18. The police are smart. 19. Good guys will only get shot in the arm or leg. 20. All Chinese people know Karate. 21. Murders will always be accompanied by sinister music. 22. Rich people are unhappy. 23. Teenagers are smarter than their parents. 24. Indians make good cannon fodder. 25. Thunderstorms spontaneously create murders. 26. Computers never crash. a) Teenagers can access any computer by using their PC's. b) Computers know everything. c) The same 2 keys are used to do everything d) The user is typing constantly just to display screens of info 27. When someone is dead or dying, there will be a trickle of blood from the corner of their mouth. 28. No one farts, except after eating beans. 29. Nothing cures the blues like killing 30 ot 40 bad guys. 30. Bad guys make elaborate inventions to kill the good guys, but never stick around to see if it works. 31. Christmas Eve and halloween night last for three or four days. 32. Movies based on true stories are made up. 33. Police never wait for back-up. 34. Undercover cops are too good to be spotted. 35. Private detective work is glamorous. 36. All baseball games will be wom with a home run in the bottom of the ninth and two outs. 37. All police killings are in self-defense. 38. Everyone wins in Las Vegas. 39. Good guys don't take drugs. 40. The world is teaming with voluptuous, young women who are desperate to have sex with pennyless young guys. 41. Nobody ever has trouble finding good parking spots when they are in a hurry. 42. High School students look thirty years old. 43. Women never do housework, but their homes are always clean. 44. Street vendor's carts are magnetically attracted to high-speed car chases. 45. Everyone knows how to pick a lock with one tool. 46. To kill a vampire, you must set out 5 min before sunset. 47. Nobody ever realizes until the end of a monster movie, that everyone that went into that dark cellar never came out. 48. The group always splits up to look for the alien. 49. The last 5 minutes of any TV show will explain the entire plot. 50. The last 5 minutes of any TV show will be stretched out for 20 minutes with commercials. 51. The crazed killer always steps out from behind the door without the victim seeing or hearing him until the he is about to drive a huge carving knife or pitchfork into them. 52. Whenever someone hears a noise in the dark they always have to check it out. 53. The crazed killer always walks and still catches the person he wants to kill. 54. All people chasing someone can catch up to a constant distance behind them quickly, but can't use that speed to actually catch the person they're chasing. 55. No-one *ever* locks a car when they get out of it (even in NY).
english.3 .obj,
About 38 miles east of Shreveport on I-20 there is a sign for Goodwill Road Ammunition Plant Makes you wonder what they would put on a road dedicated to *really* bad will...
english.4 .obj,
Chip is a family friend, very fun loving, and a die-hard boater. His wife Karen, isn't quite as avid a boater as Chip, and their 15 year old daughter Kelly doesn't really care one way or another about boats. About 5 years ago they bought a 33 foot sailboat which they use for cruising in the New England area. Early on, Chip bought an autopilot for the sailboat so that they wouldn't have to keep the tiller manned at all times. Kelly affectionately named the autopilot "Otis", and the name has stuck ever since. More recently Chip purchased a device known as a "life sling", which can be used to pull people out of the water if they fall overboard. One evening Chip was trying to explain to Karen how to use the life sling. Kelly was reading a book nearby and didn't appear to be paying any attention to her parents. Karen didn't seem to be too interested in learning how to use the life sling, which was frustrating Chip. He finally asked her, "Well then what will you do if I'm the one who falls overboard some day?". Kelly, without even looking up from her book, replied, "Drive on, Otis!".
english.5 .obj,
Did you hear about Michael Jackson's latest song? "Don't let your son go down on me."
english.7 dejanr,
========== internet/services #175, from rcook, 255 chars, Fri Oct 8 14:31:14 1993 Comment to 172. Comment(s). ---------- There's another problem: Harassment of female users. Apparently it's fairly common even here on Bix and it can be a _real_ problem out on the net. We don't want folks' addresses and phone numbers automatically available to anyone who fingers them. --RC ========== internet/services #177, from bbrown, 230 chars, Fri Oct 8 21:50:14 1993 Comment to 175. Comment(s). ---------- >who fingers them... A female friend told me recently, "You can ping me all you want but if you finger me you'll get slapped." Sorry. I couldn't resist. True story, too. (I couldn't invent something that clever.)
english.8 asterix,
Do you know why six is afraid of seven? ... Because 7 8 9 No no dummy ... because seven ate nine :))
english.9 steva,
What is the difference between a girl and a sijalica? You can't unscrew the girl.
english.11 spantic,
DAVE: "Them special effects is fantastic!" (grin) "Tonight's category is: Top 15 reasons DOOM's release was delayed to December 10th. Here we go..." 15. Added near death sequence when player is shot full of holes. 14. Added networking capability via spaghetti noodles. 13. "If Origin can do it, so can we." 12. They want to ensure it won't run under Windows. 11. Currently using DOOM as negotiating tool to get Ukraine to give up nukes. 10. Fighting lawsuit from Apogee claiming DOOM is their 'intellectual property'. (for those Letterman fans) 9. They want to increase fourth quarter earnings. 8. The bosses wife wants to 'redecorate' the levels. 7. They want to make a politically correct version. 6. id aspires to be the next Microsoft. 5. NASA lost the source code. 4. Bill's waiting for Hillary's permission to release game. (oops, sorry, that's the Health Care Reform Package) 3. John's dog ate his computer. 2. Ran out of bug spray. DAVE: "And the number one reason DOOM's release was delayed..." 1. They want the game's release to be just in time for Christmas shopping. ----------
english.12 spantic,
Well, here we are waiting another 2-3 months [for DOOM]. What else can we do? 1) Search the InterNet for Beta Version. 2) See if we can go through Wolfenstein 3-D with our eyes closed. 3) Use MapEdit/WolfEdit to make Wolfenstein 3-D "look like" DOOM. 4) Find out where the id "lab" is and "encourage" them. 5) Watch the new 90210 episode! 6) See if Blake Stone or Rampage will be any good. 7) Upload the Lemmings Demo as "DOOM10.ZIP" and see what happens. 8) Get girlfriends and drop them on 12/10/93, unless they like DOOM and have a computer with a modem. 9) Or lastly, look at DOOM slides and "pretend" we are playing.
english.13 .obj,
The University of Maryland recently installed an upgraded version of the Unix newsreader, which includes a spell checker. Testing it out, I was amused to see this message as part of its output: ---- mispelled words ----------------------------------------
english.14 index,
Izvinjavam se zbog header-a, ali vrede kao uvod. From ubbg.etf.uni-bg.yu!"buef78::mitovs05691d" Fri, 19 Nov 1993 18:16:36 CET re mote from fon Received: from fon by sezam.UUCP (UUPC/extended 1.11x) with UUCP; Fri, 19 Nov 1993 18:16:36 CET Received: from ubbg.etf.uni-bg.yu by fon.uucp id aa11760; 19 Nov 93 12:56 MET Date: Fri, 19 Nov 1993 13:03:29 GMT+0200 From: "BUEF78::MITOVS05691D"@UBBG.ETF.UNI-BG.YU (NENAD MITOVSKI) Message-Id: <931119130329.b47@UBBG.ETF.UNI-BG.YU> To: index%sezam.yu@fon.fon.uni-bg.yu X-Vmsmail-To: UBBG::SMTP%"index%sezam.yu@fon.fon.uni-bg.yu" From: BUEF78::MITIC_26691D 19-NOV-1993 12:29 To: MITOVS05691D Subj: From: BUEFQ5::JOVANO37592D 4-NOV-1993 19:28 To: MILOJE19692D,DAMNJA32692D,PAVLOV49192D,MISIC_32892D,OSMOKR04892D,GRUJIC1689 2D,BUEF78::MITIC_26691D,MLADEN14692D,KLACAR01692D,RAKOCE05192D,BASIC_32592D Subj: dabogda se usrecili From: DECBG::KATE 4-NOV-1993 15:30 To: BUEFQ5::JOVANO37592D, BUEFQ5::STEVAN35489D, BUEFQ5::DRAJIC30289D, BUEF78::V UJKOV20489D, UNSIM::IBANDIN, BUEF78::MARKOV30090D, BUEF78::MANOJL39991D, DOKTOR , NIKOLA, BUEFQ5::ANDRIJ20689D Subj: morala sam ... From: DECBG::HRIST "Miroslav Hristodulo, Beograd, Jugoslavija" 3-NOV-19 93 23:08:47.49 To: JELENA,KATE,UBBG::EPEKOVIC,UBBG::EKIRCANS,UBBG::EMARINKA,UBBG::EPAVLOVA,UBB G::ERISTAN,UBBG::EMILICM,UBBG::EMARKOV CC: Subj: ovo mu dodje kao neko pismo srece, :) From: DECBG::DMIRIC "Miric Dragan, Etf Beograd" 3-NOV-1993 22:35:09.15 To: JOHNNY,DARONE,DEX,DRACKOV,HRIST,KUKI,VOJKAN,ZIGA,OSTOJA,DINGO CC: Subj: Ubbgg::esokic je kriv. A da mu dam disuser ;>>>> From: UBBG::ESOKIC 3-NOV-1993 15:00:36.02 To: BECKA, SALE, SRDJAN, DRAJA, PJEVA, EMITROVN, DECBG::DMIRIC, EGLISIN, BUEF78 ::PANTEL18191D, UNSIM::MTRIFUN, DECBG::ZOLIKA, EZONJIC CC: Subj: Evo sad vama, pa se snadjite... ;) From: UNSIM::ICUTURI 3-NOV-1993 14:48:16.15 To: UBBG::ESOKIC CC: Subj: I had to, sorry ... From: UNSIM::IHUJDUR "Darko Hujdurovic PMF-Novi Sad" 3-NOV-1993 12:43:09. 74 To: ICUTURI CC: Subj: Salji dalje. WITH SEX ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE This paper has been sent to you for good luck. The original has been worn out from having passed through the hands of so many people. It had travelled around the world 69 times SDear Reader: please help keep this count current. If this letter falls into your hands after just completing one more circuit of the world, please add one to the count. The luck has now been sent to you. You will experience great sex within four days of receiving this letter, provided you send it on! Since the copy must tour the world, you must make ten copies and send them to others. This is no joke. Send no money. Send copies to people who need to get laid within 96 hours. After he passed this letter on, a Montana Spinach Control Officer got his penis stuck in a cow-milking machine and had the longest series of ograsms of his life. John Elliot tried to pick up a prositute, but, because he broke the chain, was picked up by the police instead. When they searched his home, they found magazines of little boys which they showed to his neighbours. In a suburb of Paris, Don Loray's trousers were ripped by an unsatisfied erection, 51 days after failing to circulate the letter. However, before this happened, a condom machine gave him three condoms for the price of one. (was this the consolation prize?) Do note the following: Hebert Pudstrom received the chain in 1953. He asked his secretary to make ten copies and send them out. A few days later he encountered her in a red-light district making more than he had every paid her at work. General George Patton, who sent the letter on, saw what he thought was a quarter in the street. When he bent down to pick it up, a beautiful woman in a miniskirt walked by, and he got a great view. His aide, Colonel Roger Bumswiver, who did not pass on the letter, tried to pick up a similar object but was fucked up the ass by a desperate gay when he bent over. Heywood Daddit, an unemployed chicken choker, received the letter and forgot that it had to leave his hands within 96 hours. His wife then went bowling with his best friend and never returned. Later, after finding the letter again, he mailed ten copies. A few days later he got a wife and discovered that his old wife, who he thought was wonderful, had made love to him like a dead salmon for all these years! Alan Fairchild received the letter and, not believing, threw the letter away. Nine days later he spilled hot coffee in his crotch. In 1987 the letter received by a young woman in Texas was faded and barely readable, so she did not realize that this paragraph applied to her. She promised herself she would retype the letter and send it on, but she put it aside to do later. She was plagued with problems including herpes and other venereal diseases she contracted in her futile attempts to find Mr. Right in a singles bar. The letter did not leave her hands in 96 hours. She finally typed the letter and found a man with a 10-inch penis. You must distribute at least ten copies within 96 hours of receiving this letter. Those who do will find their love lives more fulfilling. Those who do not will be doomed to one-night stands with mechanical devices.
english.17 spantic,
Top 10 Things To Do Until DOOM arrives 10. Get a marker and change boxes of George Lucas's "LOOM" to "DOOM" to confuse over-anxious gamers. 9. Issue bogus press release from the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientist, saying the DOOMsday clock will strike midnight sometime before September 30, 1993. 8. Get a date with someone from L7. 7. When feeling depressed due to the wait, chant the B.J. Blaskowitz mantra, "This is my rifle, This is my gun, This is for killing, this is for fun. 6. Memorize the July Computer Gaming World, pages 104-5, preview of DOOM. 5. Get network and sound card installed on all systems at the office. 4. Make DOOM acronyms, like "Dantes Obsessive Outrageous Marauders" 3. Tell boss I'll need two weeks vacation on very short notice during the third quarter, due to pending family crisis. 2. Figure a way to persuade Id to allow imports of faces on monsters, so we can make creatures like the: Sunnunu Bloated Beast, the Michael Bolton Shrieker, and the Ex-Wife from Hell, where she belongs. 1. Try and make friends with the Big Blue guys from Wolfie; We might need help this time.
english.18 darone,
Još iskopanog... ========================= 7216 Za mensa Od pstojkov 02.08.92. 17:58 4023 chr --------------------------------------------------- Ovo je izbor citata (u originalu) koje nam je pripremio Djurica Miodrag. Pojedine rečenice, ili fraze, bez obzira što su izvađene iz konteksta mogu dovoljno dobro da opišu suštinu neke stvari. Ova "selekcija" nije rađena sa namerom da bude edukativna (kao npr. "Latinski citati"): 1) Is sex dirty ? Only if it's done right. W.Allen 2) Eternal nothingness is OK if you're dressed for it. W.allen 3) The lion and the calf shall lie down together but the calf won't get much sleep. W.Allen 4) Money is better than poverty, if only for financial reasons. W.Allen 5) The future is not what it was. A.Clark 6) Logic is the art of going wrong with confidence. W.H.Auden 7) BORE - a person who talks when you wish him to listen. A.Bierce 8) BRAIN - an apparatus with which we think that we think. A.Bierce 9) CANNON - an instrument employed in the rectification of national boundaries. A.Bierce 10) FUTURE - that period of time in which our affairs prosper, our friends are true and our happiness is assured. A.Bierce 11) PEACE - in international affairs, a period of cheating between two periods of fighting. A.Bierce 12) RIOT - a popular entertainement given to the military by innocent bystanders. A.Bierce 13) Play it, Sam. Play "As Times Goes By". H.Bogart 14) Play it again, Sam. I.Bergman 15) All I need to make a comedy is a park, a policeman and a pretty girl. C.Chaplin 16) I don't believe in mathematics. A.Einstein 17) Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler. A.Einstein 18) Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country. J.F.Kennedy 19) Either he's dead or my watch has stopped. G.Marx 20) Any man who says he can see through a woman is missing a lot. G.Marx 21) I never forget a face, but I'll make an exception in your case. G.Marx 22) Please accept my resignation. I don't want to belong to any club that will accept me as a member. G.Marx 24) Everything is funny as long as it's happening to someone else. 25) God is dead - Nietzsche. Nietzsche is dead - God. 26) Is there intelligent life on Earth ? Yes, but I'm only visiting. 27) Nostalgia isn't what it used to be. 28) When I'm good I'm very very good, but when I'm bad I'm better. Mae West 29) Sometimes you can't prove it. You need to do it. 30) I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant. 31) In the beginning the Universe was created... This made a lot of people angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move. D.Adams 32) There is an art, it says, or, rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. D.Adams 33) It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes. D.Adams ------------------------------------------- 7216---
english.19 drndi,
A CHEMICAL ANALYSIS OF A DIGITATED, MAMMALIAN BIPED ELEMENT : Female Human CHEMICAL SYMBOL : WO DISCOVERER : Adam ATOMIC WEIGHT : Accepted as 118 but is known to vary from 100 to 160 lbs (mutations have been known to exceed 400 lbs.) OCCURRENCE : Surplus quantities in all urban areas APPROVED FORMULA : 36:24:36 USES : I) Highly ornamental, especially in sports cars II) Most powerful money reducing agent known III) Can be a great aid to relaxation or a continuous source of frustration PHYSICAL PROP. : I) Surfaces usually covered in painted film II) Boils at nothing and freezes without reason III) Melts if given the proper treatment Iv) Bitter if used incorrectly v) Found in various states ranging from common ore to virgin metal vI) Non-magnetic but attracted by bank notes vII) Yields to pressure applied at correct point vIII) In its natural state it varies considerably, but the shape is often artificially changed to conform to that of a perfect specimen. Such transformations are only discovered by an experienced eye Ix) In some instances may start to gain weight and look like they have swallowed a basketball and then proceed to take on qualities of a XEROX copier and start to make copies CHEMICAL PROP. : I) Possesses a great affinity for gold, silver, platinum and precious stones II) Able to asorb great quantities of expensive substances III) May explore spontaneously if left alone with a male Iv) Insoluble in liquids but activity is increased by saturation in alcohol v) Properties are vastly improved if specimen is placed in the dark TESTS : I) Pure specimens turn a rosy tint if found in the natural state II) Turns green if placed beside a better specimen CAUTIONS : I) Highly dangerous except in experienced hands, must be used with great care and patience if experiments are to succeed II) It is illegal to possess more than one permanently ............ III) When detaching a permanent specimen get appropriate counsel because the SPECIMEN COULD DRAIN THE BLOOD FROM YOUR VEINS INDEFINATELY
english.20 sinfos,
Why beer is better than the net ------------------------------- 1. Beer won't keep asking for dead baby jokes. 2. Beer never looks for room-mates or rides to New Mexico 3. True, beer labels don't give you any new information, but you can be sure it is not another light bulb joke. 4. You don't need to use your grumpy friend's account to drink beer. If you are over 21 and have money to burn, you can drink all the beer you want. 5. You can tell a beer anything you want (even outdated Dan Quale jokes), and it will never flame you for that. 6. The net never gets scantily clad models to advertise on TV.
english.21 sinfos,
Why the net is better than beer ------------------------------- 1. The net is free. You don't have to pay $1.25 to misuse it. 2. Where else can you get a good discussion going on nipple piercič▀g ? 3. If a CHP officer stops you, you can honestly tell him you had been reading news for 3 hours, and he may not even make you walk a straight line. 4. Your wife will never find out you spent half your day reading news, and even if she did, you can always claim it was part of your job. 5. You can always or iconize your window as soon as you hear your boss walk into your office when you are reading news 6. You may actually be burning calories while reading news, especially if you are using an IBM RS 6000 keyboard. 7. With some luck and a catchy name, you can create your own newsgroup. Like this one, for instance. 8. Reading too many newsgroups won't make you laugh aloud at something extremely emotional and sensitive that somebody said. Well, actually some newsgroups may. 9. Nobody will force you to attend a rehab program if you are a frequent news reader.
english.22 sinfos,
Top Ten Things Overheard in the White House 10. Socks just has to go on a very long vacation, that's all. 9. Dad, who are those people on the lawn trying to look through my windows? 8. How many times have your father and I told you not to tickle the man with the briefcase handcuffed to his wrist, young lady? 7. We all would have liked for your friend to come over to play, Chelsea, but she's a foreign national. 6. I'm sorry the secret service guard wouldn't let you kiss your date, honey, but he was just being careful. 5. No, I can't come to school for career day, Chelsea. 4. That's MY chair, Hillary. 3. Chelsea, just because your mother and I smoke it doesn't mean you can. 2. Because I'm the President, THAT'S why. 1. My dad? He's taking a nap, President Yeltsin. Can I take a message?
english.23 sinfos,
It's the first session of the Ukranian parliament and Kravchuk is presiding. He's a little nervous because of all the Western press and he wants to make a good impression: He thinks: "Who shall I get to give the opening speech?" He looks across the room: "No, not Kalinev from the Nationalist Party. He'll say that we should hang all the Westerners." He looks to the other side: "Hm. I better not call on Korlenko from the Slavic Union Party. He'll say that we should drown all the Jews." He looks way in the back: "Ah. I'll call on Orlovsky from the Green Party." Orlovsky gets to the front of the roomz║╣ "Fellow countrymen and representatives of the Western press, I'd like to talk to you today about the environmental crisis that is upon us. The years of Soviet control have left us with a devastated countryside. Our forests have been destroyed; our rivers are polluted. This is catastrophe for our new nation, for if our forests are destroyed, where shall we hang the Westerners? If our rivers are polluted, where shall we drown the Jews?..." (Origin: somewhere in the Commonwealth of Independent States. Told by Neil Carrick, my housemate recently returned.)
english.24 sinfos,
Special Pepsi Cola Edition Here are several jokes on the Pepsi-Cola tampering situation. Background for non-USA readers: A Washington State woman found a syringe in a can of Pepsi, and when the story hit the national news, more than 30 other similar claims were made around the country. ------------------------------------------------- On the news today, I heard that another hypodermic needle had been discovered in a can of Diet Pepsi can -- this time in Louisianna. After a moment's reflection, I realized, "So *that's* the source of the mysterious '100% Uh-Huh' ingredient touted in Pepsi commercials!" I wonder just what type of "Uh-Huh" was in those needles... No wonder Pepsi changed its slogan to, "Gotta Have It!" It's not a quality boast -- it's truth in advertising! --------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Pepsi Summer Contest (an original as far as I know. If it is, I wonder why no one has thought of this before.) Didja hear about the New Pepsi Summer Contest? 1 in 10,000,000 has a free syringe. Odds vary from state to state. --------------------------------------------------------- Subject: old superstition brought up to date You know how people used to say you shouldn't mix Coke and aspirin? The modern version: don't mix extra-strength Tylenol with Diet Pepsi. --------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Brand New Pepsi Challenge Announcing the new Pepsi Challenge Contest! Yes! You too can be a big winner in the brand new Pepsi Challenge Contest! We have hidden various prizes inside Pepsi products all over the country. Just look at what these prizes can be worth. Metal screw -- $10,000 Rusty metal screw -- $20,000 Hypodermic needle -- $100,000 Rusty hypodermic needle -- $200,000 Complete syringe -- $500,000 And for the grand prize Complete syringe filled with unknown substance -- $1,000,000 To redeem your prize, simply contact the nearest personal injury lawyer. The lawyer will give you further instructions on how to claim your prize. Hurry! The contest ends soon! -------------------------------------------------- Subject: Health care in a can BILL CLINTON AND DIET PEPSI (TM) HAVE TEAMED UP TO ADMINISTE To participate, simply purchase a specially unmarked can of Diet Pepsi (tm). Most cans contain nothing but the refreshing taste of "Huh?" (Sorry, you are not an instant winner, please try again.) But, if you find one of five hundred (500) cans with a syringe inside, you are the winner of FREE HEALTH CARE for life! Should you detect a syringe before opening, you will receive a special bonus of free health care for UP TO FOUR FAMILY MEMBERS! Booby prize: find a screw in your Diet Pepsi (tm) and win a date with Hillary Clinton. Contest open to all US citizens with a social security number. Employees of the United States Government, the AMA, Pepsico, and their immediate families are ineligible to win prizes. Health care must be purchased and administered in the United States. Winner is solely responsible for all taxes applicable. The decision of the judges is final. Contest void on the Jersey Shore and where prohibited by law. Do not drink Pepsi directly from the can. Bill claims no responsibility for diseases contracted during the date with Hillary. ------------------------------------------------------- Recently, the Pepsi Cola bottler in Washington state has gotten some bad PR because two cans of Diet Pepsi turned up with syringes in them, in addition to the beverage. Pepsi has been doing some damage control, saying that they don't know how this could happen. I think that they should capitalize on the situation, and promote their corporate commitment to needle-exchange programs. ------------------------------------------------------- .ńĆŠß s
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How To Stay Stressed --------------- Although the De Anza Health Office long been an advocate of stress management, stress, tension, and burnout are still common complaints of students, faculty, and staff alike. On account of this, we have come to the following conclusion: YOU ALL WANT TO STAY STRESSED! The following provides you with a few reasons why. STRESS HELPS YOU SEEM IMPORTANT. Anyone as stressed as you must be working very hard and, therefore, is probably doing something very crucial. IT HELPS YOU TO MAINTAIN PERSONAL Anyone as busy as you are certainly DISTANCE AND AVOID INTIMACY. can't be expected to form emotional attachments to anyone. And let's face it, you're not much fun to be around anyway. IT HELPS YOU AVOID RESPONSIBILITIES. Obviously you're too stressed to be given any more work. This gets you off the hook for all the mundane chores; let someone else take care of them. IT GIVES YOU A CHEMICAL RUSH. Stress might be considered a cheap thrill, and you can give yourself a "hit" anytime you choose. But be careful, you might get addicted to your own adrenaline. IT HELPS YOU AVOID SUCCESS. Why risk being "successful" when by simply staying stressed you can avoid all of that? Stress can keep your performance level low enough that success won't ever be a threat. STRESS ALSO LETS YOU KEEP YOUR The authoritarian style of "Just do AUTHORITARIAN MANAGEMENT STYLE. what I say!" is generally permissi- ble under crisis conditions. If you maintain a permanently stressed crisis atmosphere, you can justify an authoritarian style all the time. Are you worried now about how to stay stressed? You'll have no trouble if you practice the following clinically proven methods: NEVER EXERCISE. Exercise wastes a lot of time that could be spent worrying. EAT ANYTHING YOU WANT. Hey, if cigarette smoke can't cleanse your system, a balanced diet isn't likely to. GAIN WEIGHT. Work hard at staying at least 25 pounds over your recommended weight. TAKE PLENTY OF STIMULANTS. The old standards of caffeine, nicotine, sugar, and cola will continue to do the job just fine. AVOID "WOO-WOO" PRACTICES. Ignore the evidence suggesting that meditation, yoga, deep breathing, and/or mental imaging help to reduce stress. The Protestant work ethic is good for everyone, Protestant or not. GET RID OF YOUR SOCIAL Let the few friends who are SUPPORT SYSTEM. willing to tolerate you know that concern yourself with friendships only if you have time, and you never have time. If a few people persist in trying to be your friend, avoid them. PERSONALIZE ALL CRITICISM. Anyone who criticizes any aspect of your work, family, dog, house, or car is mounting a personal attack. Don't take time to listen, be offended, then return the attack! THROW OUT YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR. Staying stressed is no laughing matter, and it shouldn't be treated as one. MALES AND FEMALES ALIKE - BE MACHO. Never ever ask for help, and if you want it done right, do it yourself! BECOME A WORKAHOLIC. Put work before everything else, and be sure to take work home evenings and weekends. Keep reminding yourself that vacations are for sissies. DISCARD GOOD TIME MANAGEMENT SKILLS. Schedule in more activities every day than you can possibly get done and then worry about it all whenever you get a chance. PROCRASTINATE. Putting things off to the last second always produces a marvelous amount of stress. WORRY ABOUT THINGS YOU CAN'T Worry about the stock market, CONTROL. earthquakes, the approching Ice Age, you know, all the big issues. BECOME NOT ONLY A PERFECTIONIST BUT ...and either beat yourself up, or SET IMPOSSIBLY HIGH STANDARDS... feel guilty, depressed, discour- aged, and/or inadequate when you don't meet them."
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From the Macintosh Roundtable on GEnie - Cat. 40, Topic 5, msgs 239-240 From M.STEFANI [MCH] Before I make any purchase, I generally like to make a list of 'pros' and 'cons' to aid me in the final decision. Some of my thoughts: == TOP TEN REASONS TO STILL CHOOSE AN ATARI OVER A MAC == 10) Just one model in production (Falcon) makes selection a 'no-brainer.' 9) Tramiel's multimedia computer development in a 'class by itself.' 8) Still sports the largest collection of 'masochistic' programmers. 7) Less time wasted reading thick, glossy monthly periodicals. 6) No portability 'problems' due to no portable notebooks or laptops. 5) Extensive collection of 'two' games available for the amazing Falcon. 4) Limit of one dealer per metropolitan area promotes close friendships. 3) One-piece design featuring 'mushy' keyboard way ahead of it's time. 2) Ergonomically-placed joystick ports good practice for fumbling & cursing. 1) Who really needs all those CD-ROMs anyway?
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From Mark Brader (msb@sq.com) :You know you've been hacking too long when... * not only do you check your email more often than your paper mail, but you remember your {network address} faster than your postal one. * your {SO} kisses you on the neck and the first thing you think is "Uh, oh, {priority interrupt}." * you go to balance your checkbook and discover that you're doing it in octal. * your computers have a higher street value than your car. * in your universe, `round numbers' are powers of 2, not 10. * more than once, you have awakened, recalling a dream in some programming language. * you realize you have never seen half of your best friends.
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Operating Systems By Bill Wilson, Rob Freundlich, Dag Gillies, and others in Usenet's rec.humor. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Did you ever wonder what driving to the store would be like if operating systems ran your car? MS-DOS: You get in the car and try to remember where you put your keys. WINDOWS: You get in the car and drive to the store very slowly because attached to the back of your car is a freight train. OS/2: After fueling up with 6000 gallons of gas, you get in the car and drive to the store with a motorcycle escort and a marching band in procession. Halfway there, the car blows up, killing everybody in town. UNIX: You get in the car and type GREP STORE. After reaching speeds of 200 mph en route, you arrive at the barber shop. Windows NT: You get in the car and write a letter that says, "go to the store". Then you get out of the car and mail the letter to your dashboard. OS/400: An attendant locks you into the car, then drives you to the store where you get to watch everybody else buy filet mignon. Taligent/Pink: You walk to the store with Ricardo Montalban, who tells you how wonderful it will be when he can fly you to the store in his Learjet. S/36 SSP: You get in the car and drive to the store. Halfway there, you run out of gas. While walking the rest of the way, you are run over by kids on mopeds. MacIntosh System 7: You get in the car to go to the store and the car drives you to church. OpenWindows: you can't drive the car because the hood ornament completely blocks your field of view. AmigaDOS 3.0: You get in the car and it drives you to a great little store no-one else in town knows about. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
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From PC Magazine, dated January 25, 1994: CLIENT/SERVER IS LIKE TEENAGE SEX Ě It's on everyone's mind all the time. Ě Everyone is talking about it all the time. Ě Everyone thinks everyone is doing it. Ě Almost no one is really doing it. Ě The few who are doing it are (a) doing it poorly, (b) sure it will be better next time, (c) not practicing it safely. Ě Everyone is bragging about their successes all the time, although very few have actually had any successes.
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________________________________________________________________ Miss Abigail Forthrightly Goody Two Street Okeefenokee, Missouri 69336 December 14 Dearest John, I went to the door today, and the postman delivered a partridge in a pear tree. What a thoroughly delightful gift! I couldn't have more surprised. With deepest love and affection, ----------------------------------------------------------- Miss Abigail Forthrightly Goody Two Street Okeefenokee, Missouri 69336 December 15 Dearest John, Today the postman brought your very sweet gift. Just imagine, two turtle doves! I'm just delighted at your very thoughtful gift. They are just adorable. All my love, ----------------------------------------------------------- Miss Abigail Forthrightly Goody Two Street Okeefenokee, Missouri 69336 December 16 Dear John, Oh! Aren't you the extravagent one. Now I really must protest. I don't deserve such generosity, three french hens! They are just so darling, but I must insist, you've been too kind. Love, ------------------------------------------------------------ Miss Abigail Forthrightly Goody Two Street Okeefenokee, Missouri 69336 December 17 Dear John, Today the postman delivered four calling birds. Now, really, they are beautiful, but don't you think enough is enough? You're being too romantic. Affectionately, ----------------------------------------------------------- Miss Abigail Forthrightly Goody Two Street Okeefenokee, Missouri 69336 December 18 Dearest John, What a surprise! Today the postman delivered five golden rings - one for every finger! You're just impossible, but I love it. Frankly all those squaking birds were starting to get on my nerves. All my love, ------------------------------------------------------------ Miss Abigail Forthrightly Goody Two Street Okeefenokee, Missouri 69336 December 19 Dear John, When I opened my door, there were actually six geese a laying on my front steps. So you're back to the birds again, huh? Those geese are huge! Where will I ever keep them? The neighbors are complaining and I can't keep and I can't sleep through the racket. Please stop! Cordially, ------------------------------------------------------------ Miss Abigail Forthrightly Goody Two Street Okeefenokee, Missouri 69336 December 20 John, What's with you and those fucking birds? Seven swans a swimming! What kind of crappy joke is this? There's bird shit all over the house and they never stop with the racket. I can't sleep at night and I'm a nervous wreck; it's not funny. So stop with the fucking birds already. Sincerely yours, ----------------------------------------------------------- Miss Abigail Forthrightly Goody Two Street Okeefenokee, Missouri 69336 December 21 O.K. Buster, I think I prefer the birds. What the hell am I going to do with eight maids a milking? It's not enough with all these birds and the eight maids a milking, but they had to bring those ridiculous cows!! There is shit all over the lawn, and I can't move in my own house. Just lay off me, smartass. Yours, ------------------------------------------------------------ Miss Abigail Forthrightly Goody Two Street Okeefenokee, Missouri 69336 December 22 Hey Shithead, What are you? Some kind of sadist? Now there are nine pipers playing - and Hells Bells do they play! They haven't stopped playing with those maids since they got here yesterday morning. The cows are getting upset and they are stepping all over those screeching birds. What am I going to do? The neighbors have started a petition to evict me. You'll get yours, ------------------------------------------------------------ Miss Abigail Forthrightly Goody Two Street Okeefenokee, Missouri 69336 December 23 You Rotten Sonofabitch, Now there's ten ladies dancing. I don't know why I call those sluts ladies. They've been balling those pipers all night long. Now the cows can't sleep, and they've got diarrea. My living room is a river of shit. The commissioner of buildings has subpoened me to give cause why the building shouldn't be condemned. That's it! I'm calling the police. One who means it!!! ------------------------------------------------------------ Miss Abigail Forthrightly Goody Two Street Okeefenokee, Missouri 69336 December 24 Listen Asshole, What's with the eleven lords a leaping on those maids and ladies? Some of those broads will never walk again. Those pipers have run through the maids, and now they're committing sodomy with the cows. All 23 birds are dead. They were trampled to death in the orgy. I hope you're satisfied, you rotten visious swine. Your sworn enemy, ------------------------------------------------------------ BINDEM, TWISTEM, AND GOUGEM ATTORNEYS AT LAW ############################################################## 910 Upyurs Avenue St. Louis, Missourri DECEMBER 25 JOHN BEDEVILER 85 ORNERY PLACE ANNOYANCE, MISSOURRI DEAR SIR: THIS IS TO ACKNOWLEDGE YOUR LATEST GIFT OF 12 FIDDLERS FIDDLING WHICH HAVE SEEN FIT TO INFLICT ON OUR CLIENT, MISS ABIGAIL FORTHRIGHTLY. THE DESTRUCTION, OF COURSE, WAS TOTAL. ALL FURTHER CORRESPONDENCE SHOULD COME TO OUR ATTENTION. IF YOU SHOULD ATTEMP TO REACH MISS FORTHRIGHTLY AT HAPPY DALE SANITARIUM, THE ATTENDANTS HAVE INSTRUCTIONS TO SHOOT YOU ON SIGHT. WITH THIS LETTER, PLEASE FIND ATTACHED A WARRANT FOR YOUR ARREST. CORDIALLY, WILL GOUGEM BINDEM, TWISTEM, AND GOUGEM Attorneys at Law ------------------------------------------------------------ Pozdrav :)X % scan for <<"Arnold Schwarzenegger"žJžD "Arnold Schwarzenegger": << terminator not found
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Path: uplherc.upl.com!cusa!prp From: prpčcusa.uucp (Paul Peterson) Newsgroups: alt.folklore.computers Subject: Programmers' caffeine review Message-ID: <CEsp4u.27wočcusa.uucp> Date: Tue, 12 Oct 1993 17:41:15 GMT Organization: Cusa Inc. Lines: 271 CAFFIENATED SOFT DRINKS: The State of the Art By: Ted Bahr Copied without permission from _Computer Language_, April 1989 Perhaps the most universally recognized tool for improving a professional programmer's productivity is C. Not the C language (after all, this *is* the April issue, not February), but the C additive, Caffiene. P.J. Plauger would have us begin this review with a definition: caf-feine Đka-'fen, 'ka-,Đ nŠG kaffein, fr. kafee coffee, fr. F cafe'Ć (ca. 1828): a bitter alkaloid C H N O found esp. in coffee, tea, and 8 10 4 2 kola nuts and used medicinally as a stimulant and diuretic. Much has happened in the Cola wars to date, and the intent here is to bring you up to speed on what seven leading contenders have to offer today. Table 1 shows a comparison of basic features, Table 2 compares performance, and Table 3 ranks the products on a variety of tests. *** Diet Coke *** Diet Coke is an ably launched sequel to Coca-Cola's well-known, high calorie drinks. It scours well in the mouth and the taste is surprisingly full-bodied for a soda drained of all sugar. As a member of the Coke family, Diet Coke places well in the performance tests with 46 mg. of caffiene per can. Diet Coke supplies the user with excellent documentation, taking care to list a variety of vitamins and minerals of which it supplies less than 2% of the U.S. Recommended Allowances (U.S. RDA). The documentation is not perfect, however; one particular problem is sloppy indexing. Diet Coke notes that the product contains phenylalanine, a danger to phenyl- ketoneurics, but does so in tiny letters on the front of the can, not with the ingredients where one would naturally search for it (by contrast, Diet Pepsi places this information with the other ingredients in a bright red color). A toll-free help line is provided to support all the Coke products--their commercials play in the background while you are on hold. Diet Coke is an excellent reproduction of the market leader and maintains its good perfor- mance for programmers while nodding to the increased helath-consciousness of the world today. *** Mountain Dew *** Long the late-night programmer's favorite with 17.4% more caffeine than any member of the Coke family and over 40% more caffeine than Pepsi, Mountain Dew means business. Clearly the heavyweight choice of this review, The Dew powers its way to a first place finish in both calories (178.8) and sugar(44.4 mg.). Its performance pales in comparison only to Jolt. Mountain Dew's taste is sickly sweet--the refreshing images of people splashing around in ponds are clearly in reference to the energy derived from the drink's effect, not the taste. And the participants in the ads are certainly not programmers (imagine--swimming!). The scouring test was disappointing--the tiny bubbles seemed buried by the high fructose corn syrup. Documentation was generally good, with more information revealed about chemical content than any product except Diet Coke. A toll-free help number is offered on the can and questions to the technical support staff were handled efficiently and pleasantly. Mountain Dew is still sporting its peace-and-love 1960s logo. The outdated packaging combined with levels of caffeine and sugar that show almost total disregard for the 1980s health-consciousness reveal parent Pepsico's intent to market Mountain Dew as a niche product. With only Jolt to battle head-to-head on the high end, that's not such a bad idea. *** Pepsi *** Pepsi may be the choice of a new generation, but definitely *not* a new generation of programmers. Finishing dead last in performance and buried in the middle of the pack with respect to calories, Pepsi is a generally uninspired product. The user interface (taste) is distinctive, but its caffeine engine lacks the punch of the other products we surveyed. Pepsi offers a toll-free help line and has adequate documentation, but finished at the bottom of the heap in the Grindstone (teeth-grinding after one six-pack slurped down in a two-hour period), ANSI (American Neurological Speed Institute) conformity, and compatibility with UNIX programmers. Although drinking Pepsi while chained to a 100,000 line Ada program for 36 hours will not make you a raving maniac, it probably won't keep you awake either. John Scully left for Apple years ago, and we cannot recommend this product for serious programmers. *** New Coke *** Coca-Cola's new upstart is a worthy alternative to sleeping at normal hours. It placed second in both the scouring test and the Wetstone (thirst quenching). The kid brother to Classic (real) Coke has a taste somewhere between the thinner, less-sweet Diet Coke and the heavy syrup of the original. Despite its less-sugary taste, Coke (its real name) actually has more carbohydrates than Classic Coke, leading this reviewer to wonder if the programmers who created New Coke were drinking Pepsi while they wrote the algorithms. Coke's performance matches its siblings at 46 mg. of caffeine per can, topping all but the specialty pops aimed directly at software developers. With three relatively high-performance products to choose from in the Coke family, a programmer really can have it all. *** Classic Coke *** Also known as "real Coke," this product seems to be adrift in a sea of specialized competition. Various tests provided some pretty mediocre scores for what has traditionally been considered by the general public the most high-powered cold liquid stimulant (unless you favor cold espresso). Documentation is thin for Classic Coke drinkers and thus tends to favor users who have some familiarity with the product. What's more, the toll-free help number was not printed on any of the cans we tested! While clearly a stalwart and founding member of the caffeine collection, advantages offered by a number of competitors may be worth a taste before settling on the real thing. *** Dr. Pepper *** While barely edging out Pepsi in caffeine performance level and defin- itely qualifying as a "boutique" soft drink, Dr. Pepper's unique user interface qualified it for review. Bottled by Pepsi, Dr. Pepper has had little national advertising in the past few years, being seen as a perennially big seller in Texas and a fancy alternative to root beer. Despite this, Dr. P weighs in as a reasonable choice for programmers. The taste is somewhat lemony, light, and fruity. Documentation is good, but Dr. P lacks a toll-free number for support. When I did call technical support, the Pepper People seemed confused. I bounced seven times before finding the right person at the right number. However, once I got there, support was excellent and very cordial. Although Dr. Pepper cannot be recommended outright due to its mediocre performance, slipping a few in between a long night of Classic Cokes may be just the change you need. *** Jolt *** Taking on the established Cola giants is a brash move for a little company in Rochester, N.Y., and Jolt is playing its role as spoiler to the hilt. In the face of a huge tide of "caffeine-free" soft drinks, Jolt boasts that it has "all the sugar and twice the caffeine." On the surface, at least, it seems as if the programmer's ship has come in. Jolt's user interface is good, containing the bite and "look and feel" of Classic Coke and winning the scouring test. Performance is stellar with 32% more caffeine than Mountain Dew, 55% more than the Coke family, and a whopping 85% more than Pepsi. Unfortunately, none of these percentages back up the slogan aimed most directly at the programming market: "twice the caffeine." While documentation is adequate, technical support was rather dismal. Jolt had the ambience of a small company, with the receptionist answer- ing my questions in an annoyed manner. She said the company doesn't release information on sugar content, which is odd for a company that boasts about it on the can. When pressed about the "twice the caffeine" claim, she said it referred to sodas other than the ones we tested but wouldn't reveal which ones. Despite a shaky feeling about the company's ethics, programmers will find much to like in a can of Jolt. The only side effect may be too much of a good thing--the Grindstone test left me unable to bear the sight of a monitor, and soon found me lurching from lane to lane at 80 mph on Rte. 101, alternately screeching at songs on the radio and babbling incoherently to myself about RISC chips. Use Jolt with caution. *** The Winners *** A close look at the seven contenders in this review confirmed some suspicions and raised others. Pepsi's performance rated too poorly to recommend, and Dr. Pepper's only real benefit is its unique user interface. Any member of the Coke family can be recommended for general-purpose long bouts of coding and the company is to be lauded for maintaining performance levels in its newest releases. Jolt, the hands-down winner in pure performance, is too jarring to be recommended for prolonged use, but can be excellent for short bursts ofr quick patches. Based on overall excellence, the winner and sultan of swig for pro- grammer productivity is still Mountain Dew. ------- Table 1. Comparison of basic features Classic Coca Diet Mountain Dr. Coke Cola Coke Dew Jolt Pepsi Pepper -------------------------------------------------- Carbonated water Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes High-fructose corn- syrup/sugar Yes Yes No Yes Yes Yes Yes Caramel color Yes Yes Yes No Yes Yes Yes Phosphoric acid Yes Yes Yes No Yes Yes Yes Caffeine Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Citric acid No No Yes Yes Yes Yes No Sodium benzoate ("A preservative") No No No Yes No No Yes Potassium benzoate No No Yes No No No No Natural flavorings Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Proud sponsor of the U.S. Olympic Team Yes Yes Yes No No No No All-aluminum can Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Toll-free help number Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes No ------- Table 2. Performance Classic Coca Diet Mountain Dr. Coke Cola Coke Dew Jolt Pepsi Pepper -------------------------------------------------- Calories(per 12 fl. oz.) 144 154 0 179 170 159 144 Sugar (grams/12 fl. oz.) 37.20 40.00 .30 44.40 NA 39.60 38.00 Caffeine (mg/12 fl. oz.) 46.00 46.00 46.00 54.00 71.20 38.40 40.80 ------- Table 3. Additional rankings (1-10) 1 - Excellent, 10 - Poor Classic Coca Diet Mountain Dr. Coke Cola Coke Dew Jolt Pepsi Pepper -------------------------------------------------- Compatibility with Unix Programmers 2 6 3 1 4 7 5 Scouring effect 4 2 3 7 1 6 5 Wetstone(1) 3 2 1 5 4 6 7 Grindstone(2) 3 4 5 2 1 7 6 ANSI Conformity(3) 3 5 4 1 2 7 6 Sleeve of Eratosthenes(4) 4 3 7 1 2 5 6 Notes: (1) Thirst-quenching. (2) Teeth-grinding after one six-pack in a two-hour period. (3) American Neurological Speed Institute. (4) Staining power test conducted on standard Beefy T-shirt. -- -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- đ Pro'-gram 1) n. A magical spell cast over a computer which transforms đ đ user input into error messages. 2) vt. An activity similar to banging đ đ one's head against a wall, but with less opportunity for relief. đ -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Navalite. ;) ──────────────────────────────────── * 89.6% of all statistics are wrong.
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Računari 75/55s. Prevela i potpisala Seka Bajt. ─────────────────────────────────────── X-Added: With Flames (acs $Revision: 1.34 $) Return-path: <dw3x+čandrew.cmu.edu> X-Andrew-Authenticated-as: 23054;andrew.cmu.edu;Douglas J. Wiegley Received: from unix6.andrew.cmu.edu via trymail for bb+graffiti.dougismčandrew.cmu.edu ID </afs/andrew.cmu.edu/usr0/bb/Mailbox/sezNE6y00WB78Bb05h>; Sun, 8 Nov 1992 17:26:15 -0500 (EST) Received: from unix6.andrew.cmu.edu via qmail ID </afs/andrew.cmu.edu/usr17/dw3x/.Outgoing/QF.4ezNE4S00WB70BSHRW>; Sun, 8 Nov 1992 17:26:12 -0500 (EST) Received: from mms.0.1.23.EzMail.2.0.CUILIB.3.45.SNAP.NOT.LINKED.unix6.andrew.cmu.edu.pmax.ul4 via MS.5.6.unix6.andrew.cmu.edu.pmax_ul4; Sun, 8 Nov 1992 17:26:12 -0500 (EST) Message-ID: <UezNE4K00WB7IBSHIičandrew.cmu.edu> Date: Sun, 8 Nov 1992 17:26:12 -0500 (EST) From: "Douglas J. Wiegley" <dw3x+čandrew.cmu.edu> X-Andrew-Message-Size: 2808+0 To: Bulletin Board Administration <bb+graffiti.dougismčandrew.cmu.edu> Subject: Fwd: Shoot/Foot Request Cc: ---------- Forwarded message begins here ---------- X-Andrew-WideReply: netnews.rec.humor X-Andrew-Authenticated-as: 0;andrew.cmu.edu;Network-Mail Received: via nntppoll with nntp; Sun, 8 Nov 1992 15:47:27 -0500 (EST) Path: andrew.cmu.edu!cantaloupe.srv.cs.cmu.edu!rochester!news.bbn.com!noc.near.n et!uunet!vtserf!csugrad!awagliar From: awagliarčcsugrad.cs.vt.edu (Andy Wagliardo) Newsgroups: rec.humor Subject: Shoot/Foot Request Message-ID: <BxEz4E.1yyčcsugrad.cs.vt.edu> Date: 8 Nov 92 20:19:25 GMT Organization: Virginia Tech Computer Science Dept, Blacksburg, VA Lines: 59 X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL4 How to shoot yourself in the foot: Which language is right for you? Assembler: You shoot yourself in the foot. Ada: The Department of Defense shoots you in the foot after offering you a blindfold and a last cigarrette. BASIC (interpreted): You shoot yourself in the foot with a water pistol until your leg is waterlogged and rots off. BASIC (compiled): You shoot yourself in the foot with a BB using a SCUD missile launcher. C++: You create a dozen instances of yourself and shoot them all in the foot. Not knowing which feet are virtual, medical care is impossible. COBOL: USE HANDGUN.COLT(45), AIM AT LEG.FOOT, THEN WITH ARM.HAND.FINGER ON HANDGUN.COLT(TRIGGER) PREFORM SQUEEZE, RETURN HANDGUN.COLT TO HIP.HOLSTER. cah: After searching the manual until your foot falls asleep, you shoot the computer and switch to C. dBASE: You buy a gun. Bullets are only available from another company and are promised to work so you buy them. Then you find out that the next version of the gun is the one that is scheduled to shoot bullets. Fortran: You shoot yourself in each toe, interactively, until you run out of toes. You shoot the sixth bullet anyway, since no exception-processing was anticipated. Modula-2: You perform a shooting on what might currently be a foot with what might currently be a bullet shot by what might currently be a gun. Pascal: Same as Modula-2, except the bullet is not of the right type for the gun and your hand is blown off. PL/1: After consuming all system resources, including bullets, the data processing department doubles its size, acquires two new mainframes, and drops the original on your foot. Smalltalk, Actor, etc: After playing with the graphics for three weeks, the programming manager shoots you in the head. Snobol: Grab your foot with your hand and rewrite your hand to be a bullet. ;) ─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── * WOMAN.EXE... Great program, but no documentation or help.
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Da apsolviramo temu o slonovima? Drž'te se! ;)) Sorry za pad, ali nisam odoleo da ovo pošaljem kao poruku. ;) Deo prvi ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yeah, yeah, elephant jokes are stupid, but when under the influence of cheap beer and even cheaper tequilla, they can be pretty amusing. Each joke is separated by a line with "==", and each is numbered for easier reference. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- NON-QA JOKES ------------ Š1Ć There was an old man in France who used to get up every morning at five A.M. He would then go and sprinkle a white powder on the roads. When he was asked what he was sprinkling on the roads, he answered that it was elephant powder. The person then remarked "But everybody knows that there are no elephants in France!" to which he answered "I guess it must be working then!" == Š2Ć It was a boring Sunday afternoon in the jungle so the Elephants decided to challenge the Ants to a game of soccer. The game was going well with the Elephants beating the Ants ten goals to nil, when the Ants gained posession. The Ants' star player was dribbling the ball towards the Elephants' goal when the Elephants' left back came lumbering towards him. The elephant trod on the little ant, killing him instantly. The referee stopped the game. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Do you call that sportsmanship, killing another player?" The elephant replied, "Well, I didn't mean to kill him -- I was just trying to trip him up." == Š3Ć There was this guy who bought an elderly circus elephant; I don't know why. Alas, he couldn't afford to feed it. He'd never seen an elephant jump with all 4 feet off the ground. So he started a contest: entry was $10, and the first person to get the elephant to jump with all 4 feet off the ground would get $50,000. All sorts of people tried, but nobody could get the elephant to jump. Finally, this little guy arrives in a limousine. He's carrying a baseball bat. He walks up to the elephant, swings the bat, and crunches the elephants balls pretty badly. Needless to say, the elephant jumps, and the owner pays out the $50,000. Unfortunately, the owner had barely collected enough to cover the prize, so he ran another contest. He'd never seen an elephant swing its head back and forth as if to say, "no." Same deal as before: $10 per entry, $50,000 prize. Lots of people try and fail. Then the little guy shows up in his limousine again, pulls out his bat, and walks up to the elephant. He says, "Remember me?" The elephant nods yes. The man says holds up his bat and says, "Want me to use this again?" The elephant nods his head rather emphatically no.... == Š4Ć Used to be a man who owned a bar out in the middle of nowhere. Not too many people came to the bar, so he was trying to think of a good gimmick to get people to come. It so happened he was watching T.V. at the time and the parade for the circus was on. As the elephants went by he remembered reading somewhere that elephants don't laugh. He went down to the circus and inquired about buying an elephant. It just so happen that there was an elderly elephant bull that the circus was planning to retire. After agreeing on a price, the man bought the elephant. Back at the bar the man put a large jar on the bar with a sign reading: "Make the elephant laugh, $5.00 a shot, win $5,000." Well, a lot of people thought they could make the elephant laugh, and soon the jar was almost full. Then one night a man walked in and said to the bar owner, "I hear you will give any one who can make the elephant laugh $5,000." "Yeah, he's out back" After about five minutes tremendous, deep, thundering laughter could be heard coming from behind the bar. Every one in the bar raced back to see what was going on. When they got there the elephant was LAUGHING!!! The man could not believe his eyes. But, a bet was a bet after all and he paid the stranger who had made the elephant laugh. A few weeks later and the elephant was still laughing. The bar owner could not stand it any more so he put a sign on the bar reading: "Make the elephant cry, $5.00 a shot, win $5,000." Again, a lot of people tried and tried, but they could not get the elephant to stop laughing. Finally the man who had gotten the elephant to laugh in the first place walked in. Upon seeing the sign, he inquired if anybody had had any luck in stopping the elephant from laughing. Seeings as no one had, he once more went back behind the bar to see the elephant. In less than a minute a wail of grief cascaded over the bar. All the patrons ran out to see what was up. The elephant had huge tears running down its cheeks. Once again a bet was a bet and the bar owner paid the man. Before the man could leave, the bar owner asked how he had gotten the elephant to laugh and then to cry. "Easy." said the man, "When I first went back there I told him my dick was bigger than his. And now I just proved it." == Š5Ć A man went to a doctor to have his penis enlarged. Well, this particular procedure involved splicing a baby elephant's trunk onto the man's penis. Overjoyed, the man went out with his best girl to a very fancy restaurant. After cocktails, the man's penis crept out of his pants, felt around the table, grabbed a hard roll and quickly disappeared under the tablecloth. The girl was startled and exclaimed, "What was that?". Suddenly the penis came back, took another hard roll and just as quickly disappeared. The girl was silent for a moment, then finally said, "I don't believe I saw what I think I just saw... can you do that again?" With a bit of an uncomfortable smile the man replied, "Honey, I'd like to, but I don't think my ass can take another hard roll!" == Š6Ć An elephant is walking through the jungle when she gets a thorn in her foot. She is in absolute agony until an ant strolls by. So the elephant says, "Help me, help me." But the ant refuses unless the elephants agrees to let the ant have his wicked way with her. Replys the elephant, "Anything! Anything!" So, out comes the thorn and up gets the ant and proceeds to enjoy himself. Meanwhile, in a tree directly above them, a monkey, who witnessed the whole episode, was in knots of laughter. Consequently he fell out of the tree on top of the elephant. Says the elephant: "Ouch!" Says the ant, in his own little frenzy: "Suffer BITCH, SUFFER!!!" - similar joke below - An elephant was having a horrible time in the jungle because a horsefly kept biting near her tail and there was nothing she could do about it. It was far out of reach. A sparrow saw this and killed the horsefly with its beak. "Oh, thank you!" said the elephant. "My, pleasure ma'am." said the sparrow. "Listen, Mr. Sparrow, if there's anything I can ever do for you, don't hesitate to ask." The sparrow said, "Well, all my life I wondered how it would feel to fuck an elephant." "Be my guest!", said the elephant. So the sparrow flew behind the elephant and started fucking. In the trees above, a monkey in the tree saw this and became very excited. He started to masturbate, shaking a coconut loose and it fell from the tree, hitting the elephant on the head. "OUCH!", said the elephant. Then sparrow looked over from behind and said, "Am I hurting you, dear?" == Š7Ć One afternoon, there was this good witch who was flying along, when all of a sudden, she heard this soft crying from down below. When she landed, she say this yellow frog. Touched by his sadness, the witch asked why he was crying. "Sniff. None of the other frogs will let me join in all their frog games. Boo hoo." "Don't cry, little one.", replied the witch, and with a wave of her magic wand, the frog turned green. All happy now, the frog was checking himself over when he noticed that his penis was still yellow. He asked an embarrassed witch about this, and she told him that there were some things that she just couldn't do, but if he saw the wizard, he'd fix things up for him. So happily, the little green frog hippity-hopped along his merry way. Feeling quick happy about herself, the witch once more took to the skies, and once again, she heard some crying, but this time of a thunderous sort. So down to the ground she flew only to discover a pink elephant. The witch asked him why he was crying. "Sniff. None of the other elephants will let me join in all their elephant games. Boo hoo." Now if you have ever seen an elephant cry, you know it to be a pathetic looking sight, but a PINK elephant crying is just downright heart-breaking, and that is just how the witch felt. So once again, she waved her magic wand, and *POOF*, the elephant was all grey. All happy now, the elephant was checking himself all over when he noticed that his penis was still pink. He asked an embarrassed witch about this, and she told him that there were some things that she just couldn't do, but if saw the wizard, he would fix things up for him. At this point, the elephant just started wailing. "I don't know where the wizard is", he sobbed. "Oh that's easy. Just follow the yellow pricked toad", said the good witch. == Š9Ć PACHYDERMIC PERSONNEL PREDICTION by Peter C. Olsen A bold new proposal for matching high-technology people and professions Over the years, the problem of finding the right person for the right job has consumed thousands of worker-years of research and millions of dollars in funding. This is particularly true for high-technology organizations where talent is scarce and expensive. Recently, however, years of detailed study by the finest minds in the field of psychoindustrial interpersonnel optimization have resulted in the development of a simple and foolproof test to determine the best match between personality and profession. Now, at last, people can be infallibly assigned to the jobs for which they are truly best suited. The procedure is simple: Each subject is sent to Africa to hunt elephants. The subsequent elephant-hunting behavior is then categorized by comparison to the classification rules outlined below. The subject should be assigned to the general job classification that best matches the observed behavior. CLASSIFICATION GUIDELINES Mathematicians hunt elephants by going to Africa, throwing out everything that is not an elephant, and catching one of whatever is left. Experienced mathematicians will attempt to prove the existence of at least one unique elephant before proceeding to step 1 as a subordinate exercise. Professors of mathematics will prove the existence of at least one unique elephant and then leave the detection and capture of an actual elephant as an exercise for their graduate students. Computer scientists hunt elephants by exercising Algorithm A: 1. Go to Africa. 2. Start at the Cape of Good Hope. 3. Work northward in an orderly manner, traversing the continent alternately east and west. 4. During each traverse pass, a. Catch each animal seen. b. Compare each animal caught to a known elephant. c. Stop when a match is detected. Experienced computer programmers modify Algorithm A by placing a known elephant in Cairo to ensure that the algorithm will terminate. Assembly language programmers prefer to execute Algorithm A on their hands and knees. Engineers hunt elephants by going to Africa, catching gray animals at random, and stopping when any one of them weighs within plus or minus 15 percent of any previously observed elephant. Economists don't hunt elephants, but they believe that if elephants are paid enough, they will hunt themselves. Statisticians hunt the first animal they see N times and call it an elephant. Consultants don't hunt elephants, and many have never hunted anything at all, but they can be hired by the hour to advise those people who do. Operations research consultants can also measure the correlation of hat size and bullet color to the efficiency of elephant-hunting strategies, if someone else will only identify the elephants. Politicians don't hunt elephants, but they will share the elephants you catch with the people who voted for them. Lawyers don't hunt elephants, but they do follow the herds around arguing about who owns the droppings. Software lawyers will claim that they own an entire herd based on the look and feel of one dropping. Vice presidents of engineering, research, and development try hard to hunt elephants, but their staffs are designed to prevent it. When the vice president does get to hunt elephants, the staff will try to ensure that all possible elephants are completely prehunted before the vice president sees them. If the vice president does see a nonprehunted elephant, the staff will (1) compliment the vice president's keen eyesight and (2) enlarge itself to prevent any recurrence. Senior managers set broad elephant-hunting policy based on the assumption that elephants are just like field mice, but with deeper voices. Quality assurance inspectors ignore the elephants and look for mistakes the other hunters made when they were packing the jeep. Sales People don't hunt elephants but spend their time selling elephants they haven't caught, for delivery two days before the season opens. Software sales people ship the first thing they catch and write up an invoice for an elephant. Hardware sales people catch rabbits, paint them gray, and sell them as desktop elephants. VALIDATION A validation survey was conducted about these rules. Almost all the people surveyed about these rules were valid. A few were invalid, but they expected to recover soon. Based on the survey, a statistical confidence level was determined. Ninety-five percent of the people surveyed have at least 67 percent confidence in statistics. ACKNOWLEDGMENT This study has benefited from the suggestions and observations of many people, all of whom would prefer not to be mentioned by name. == Š10Ć Three scientists were one day discussing what would happen if they rammed a cork up an elephant's backside and force fed it for 2 weeks. But because the experiment had never been documented and the idea was hard to comprehend they decided to have a go. A week after the experiment had started they began to realize WHY the idea had never been tried, they were stuck for someone to pull the cork out. One of the scientists came up with the bright idea of training a monkey to do the job, so they spent the next week training it to pull out corks once a buzzer had rung, then push it back in for another go. The big day arrived, they set up all the monitoring equipment and set out to a safe distance. The first scientist went 1 mile away, the second went 2 miles away and the third went 3 miles. When they were all ready the first scientist pushed the button to sound the buzzer. BBBAAANNNGGG!!!!!!! The third scientist (3 miles away) was up to his ankles in shit, the second (2 miles away) was up to his knees and the first (1 mile away) was up to his waist. When the others joined the scientist who was 1 mile away they noticed that he was in fits of laughter. "What the %$*& is so funny?" asked one of the scientist. "You should have seen the monkey's face trying to get the cork back in!!!" == Š11Ć This joke involves an elephant who is walking through the jungle. And all of a sudden he falls into a pit and is stuck there. The elephant is stuck in this pit and realises that he is going to die, so naturally he start to scream. By chance a chicken hears the screaming of the elephant and decides to investigate. He sees the elephant stuck in the pit and shouts to the elephant: "Dont worry, I am going to save you". The chicken then calls on the King of the Jungle. The King of the Jungle promptly arrives in his *Red Porsche*. He throws a rope from the Porche into the pit, the elephant ties it around himself and the King of the Jungle pulls him out of the pit. The elephant is saved (loud applause). So grateful is the elephant to the chicken that he promises him that he will one day do the same for him (if the chicken should ever be in mortal danger). As chance would have it, the next week the elephant is walking thru' the jungle and hears the screaming of a chicken. He wanders over and sees that his friend the chicken is stuck in a pit. (ohh, gosh) The elephant shouts "Don't worry chicken I will save you". So the elephant throws his tail into the pit. However this tail is too small and the chicken cannot reach it. Undeterred by this the elephant throws in his trunk, but, alas this also is too small. As a last desperate effort the elephant throws in his his penis. Sucess! The chicken grabs the elephants enormous penis and climbs out to safety. Moral of the story: "If you have a big dick you don't need a red Porsche to pull a chick." == Š12Ć Father, mother and son decide to go to the zoo one day. So they set off and are seeing lots of animals. Eventually they end up opposite the elephant house. The boy looks at the elephant, sees its willy points to it and says, "Mummy, what is that long thing?" His mother replies, "That son, is the elephant's trunk." "No, at the other end." "That son is the tail." "No, mummy, the thing under the elephant" A short embarrassed silenced after which she replies, "Thats nothing." The mother goes to buy some ice-cream and the boy, not being satisfied with her answer asks his father the same question. "Daddy, what is that long thing?" "That's the trunk, son" replies the father. "No at the other end." "Oh, that is the tail." "No, no daddy, the thing below," asks the son in desperation. "That is the elephants penis. Why do you ask son?" "Well mummy said it was nothing," says the boy. Replies the father: "I tell you, I spoil that woman ..." == Š13Ć Every nation has to write a book about the Elephant: The French book - The Sex Life of the Elephant or: 1000 ways to cook Elephant The English book - Elephants I have shot on Safari The Welsh book - The Elephant and its influence on Welsh language and culture or: Oes ysgol tocynnau eleffant llanfairpwll nhadau coeden. The American book - How to Make Bigger And Better Elephants The Japanese book - How to Make Smaller And Cheaper Elephants The Greek book - How to Sell Elephants for a Lot of Money The Finnish book - What Do Elephants Think about Finnish People The German book - A Short Introduction to Elephants, Vol 1-6. The Icelandic book - Defrosting an Elephant The Swiss book - Switzerland: The Country Through Which Hannibal Went With His Elephants The Canadian book - Elephants: A Federal or Provincial Issue? The Swedish book - How to reduce your taxes with an elephant. == Š14Ć Hickory Dickory Dock, An elephant ran up the clock, The clock is being repaired. == Š15Ć A fool-proof method for sculpting an elephant: first, get a huge block of marble; then you chip away everything that doesn't look like an elephant. == Š16Ć Don't call an elephant, he may come! == Š17Ć An ant and an elephant share a night of romance. Next morning the ant wakes up and the elephant is dead. "Damn", says the ant, "one night of passion and I spend the rest of my life digging a grave!" == Š18Ć Tourist guide at zoo: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the elephant, the largest animal to roam the lands. Every day the elephant eats 3 dozen bunches of bananas, 6 tons of hay, and 2000 pounds of assorted fruits. Madam, please don't stand near the elephant's backside.... Madam, PLEASE don't stand near the elephant's backside ... MADAM ... MADAM ..., too late; George, dig her out. == Š19Ć Getting anything done around here is like mating elephants. It's done on a very high level. There's a lot of stomping and screaming involved. And it takes two years to get any results. == Š20Ć It says in a book that more than 6000 elephants go each year to make piano keys! Isn't it amazing what elephants can be trained to do!? == Š21Ć There was this tiger, who woke up one morning, and just felt great (yes, just like Tony the Tiger: GREAAAAAAT). Anyway, he just felt so good, he went out and cornered a small monkey and roared at him: "WHO IS THE MIGHTIEST OF ALL THE JUNGLE ANIMALS?" And this poor quaking little monkey replied: "You are of course, no one is mightier than you." A little while later this tiger confronts a deer, and just bellows out: "WHO IS THE GREATEST AND STRONGEST OF ALL THE JUNGLE ANIMALS?" The deer is shaking so hard it can barely speak, but manages to stammer: "Oh great tiger, you are by far the mightiest animal in the jungle." The tiger, being on a roll, swaggered, up to an elephant that was quietly munching on some weeds, and roared at the top of his voice: "WHO IS THE MIGHTIEST OF ALL THE ANIMALS IN THE JUNGLE?" Well, this elephant grabs the tiger with his trunk, picks him up, slams him down; picks him up again, and shakes him until the tiger is just a blur of orange and black; and finally throws him violently into a nearby tree. The tiger staggers to his feet and looks at the elephant and says: "Man, just because you don't know the answer, you don't have to get so pissed." == Š22Ć A woman went to see a psychiatrist and complained, "Doctor, my husband thinks he's a magician." "What's so bad about that?" the shrink asked. "We're being sued. A week ago my husband shoved a girl into a trunk and sawed it in half." "The girl's family is suing you?" the psychiatrist asked. "No, the circus," the woman replied. "The elephant bled to death." == Š23Ć My roommate got a pet elephant. Then it got lost. It's in the apartment somewhere. (Faux Steven Wright Joke by Rod Schmidt) == Š24Ć An Elephant; A Mouse built to government specifications. == Š25Ć An elephant is a mouse with an operating system. == Š26Ć Two elephants fell off a cliff. Boom Boom. == Š27Ć Deep Thoughts By Jack Handey Contrary to what most people say, the most dangerous animal in the world is not the lion or the tiger or even the elephant. It's a shark riding on an elephant's back, just trampling and eating everything they see. == Š28Ć Telephone Joke: "Hello, this is your local Zoo speaking. Do you like animals? We are experiencing severe problems with hot water. Would you be so kind as to allow us to bring our elephants over to your bathroom for a shower?" The most common response: "Well, sure, but my neighbour's bathroom is bigger and better equipped to handle elephants." == Š29Ć If you are asked to join a parade, don't march behind the elephants. -- Zisla == Š30Ć They couldn't hit an elephant at this dist... -- General Sedgwick's last words == Š31Ć Knock, knock. Who's there? Elephants. Elephants who? Ella Fintzgerald! == Š32Ć In the jungle there was once this elephant and a snake. They had a bitter rivalry about who was smarter. So the wise owl (who was their arbitrator) set each of them a test. To the elephant he posed the problem of catching or snookering the snake; the snake, on the other hand, had to surprise and astound the elephant. Next day the snake crept up on the elephant; and within a blink of an eye slithered up the elephant's trunk. The snake wriggled and wriggled up the trunk, into the esophegus, down into the stomach, through the intestines, and a minute later popped out of the elephant's arse, and said 'BOO!' The elephant, clearly astounded, asked the snake to do it again; this was truly a remarkable feat, and wanted to make sure it wasn't a fluke. So the snake wiped himself on some grass, and slithered once more up the trunk, slipping and sliding through the elephant's digestive tract. When the snake emerged a minute later, covered in shit, from the elephant's rectum, the elephant shoved his trunk up his ass and said 'Snookered!' == Š33Ć As any physicist, engineer, mathematician etc.. will tell you, an Elephant crossed with a Rhinocerous gives đElephantđđRhinocerousđ Sin(theta)! == Š34Ć ELETELEPHONY once there was an elephant who tried to be a telephant; no no, I mean an elephone who tried to be a telephone. (Dear me I am not certain quite that even now i've got it right) how e'r it was he got his trunk entangled in the telephunk the more he tried to get it free, the louder buzzed the telephee. (i fear i'd better quit this song of elehop and telephong.) == Š35Ć The Elephant, or so it seems, Very rarely has wet dreams, But when he does, He comes in streams, Revelling in the joys of fornication. == Š36Ć A lady while dining at Crewe, Found an elephant's whang in her stew, Said the waiter,"don't shout, and don't wave it about, Or the others will all want one too!!" ==
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Deo drugi Š37Ć How to Catch a White Elephant ============================= Submitted By Niels Kristian Jensen <C838216 AT NEUVM1> Go to an place where there are white elephants. Bring with you a muffin (with raisins). Climb a tree. When the white elephant is close, drop the muffin (with raisins) in front of it. The white elephant will be happy, and eat the muffin (with raisins). White elephants like muffins (with raisins). Repeat this procedure for five days in a row. After the fifth day, the white elephant will be used to its daily muffin (with rasins). The sixth day you climb the tree, bring with you a muffin without rasins. Drop the muffin as usual. When the white elephant finds out that the muffin lacks rasins, it will darken in anger. And then you catch it the same way as an ordinary grey elephant. == Š38Ć The UN sponsored a competition on which nation can produce the best book on elephants. The British submited a dry historical account "The Elephant and the British Empire." The French submited a text "The Sensuality of the Elephant -- a Personal Account." The Germans submited 47 Volumes entitled "An Elementary Introduction to the Foundation of the Science of the Elephant's Ear." The Americans submited an article from "Money" magazine: "Elephants -- the Perfect Tax Shelter for the 80s" Green-Peace submited a counter-entry "Elephants -- they're better than People" The Russians submited a terse manuscript titled "The superiority of the Soviet Elephant" And <fill-in random Eastern European Country> submited a poem "The Joy and Freedom Brought forth by the Soviet Elephant." But the Japanese won with their Promotional Flier "We have no Elephants but wouldn't you want to buy a Honda instead" == Š39Ć Once upon a time, bad King John raised a mighty army and set out to conquer the known world. After a series of successful campaigns, the remaining kings realized that their lone efforts would never prevail. They had to band together under the leadership of the best general they had - "George-the-Turk". George the Turk had promised that he would defeat bad King John's army and would place him on a rack - in a public display - so that no one would ever again try to conquer the world. While George the Turk was assembling his army and scouting out bad King John, he also ordered his engineers to design and build the largest rack here-to-fore made. The rack was then fitted with wheels and required 40 horses to pull it. When all was ready, George the Turk set out to do battle. Bad King John, who was camped by a river enjoying the spoils of his latest victory, had not yet gotten word of George the Turk's army. George the Turk knew that his army must attack quickly before Bad King John could prepare a defense. But, alas, the 40 horse team pulling the large rack could not keep up with the troops. George the Turk ordered more horses to be teamed, but, still they lagged. George the Turk remembered that Hannibul was not too far away in the mountains with a herd of elephants. Elephants would be better than horses for pulling the rack. So, George the Turk sent his second-in-command to Hannibul to rent enough elephants for the job. Hannibul agreed and also sent along his best elephant handler. This elephant handler quickly realized the importance of his unique position in George the Turk's army and insisted that he be given the title of "elephant engineer" and a huge pay raise. George the Turk agreed with the title and the pay raise. The rack, powered by elephants and driven by the "elephant engineer" , kept pace with the rapidly moving army. Late one night they arrived at the enemy camp by the river. George the Turk deployed his troops to cut off any avenue of escape and issued the order to attack at dawn - on his command. He also ordered the rack to be positioned on the highest hill overlooking bad King John's camp. This site was the perfect spot to publically display bad King John - to show the world what happens to anyone who dares to try to conquer the world. With dawn approaching George the Turk goes to the top of the hill beside the rack so that everyone can see his command to attack: when his sword drops ---ATTACK !!!!! All is quiet. The enemy camp is asleep. Every man is waiting for the signal. The first ray of sunlight strikes the helmet of George the Turk. He draws his sword slowly and holds it over his head. The sunlight gleams off the blade --- and scares the elephants that are hitched to the rack. They start trumpeting and rearing and the elephant engineer can't control then. He drops the reins and clings onto the rack for dear life. The rack breaks loose from the team and starts rolling down the hill -- straight for the enemy camp. All this noise wakes bad King John. He orders an aide to go outside the tent to see what is the cause. The aide takes a hard look, comes back into the tent, and reports: "As near as I can tell -- It's a rambling rack from George the Turk with an elephant engineer" !!! == Š40Ć Two elephants - Harry & Faye Couldn't kiss with their trunks in the way So they boarded a plane They're now kissing in Maine Cause their trunks got sent to L.A. == --------------------------------------------------------------------------- QA JOKES -------- Q: What do you call an elephant with a machine gun? A: Sir. == Q: What do you call an elephant wearing pink earmuffs and a dress? A: Anything you want, it can't hear you. == Q: Why do elephants drink so much? A: To try to forget. == Q: What's grey, yellow, grey, yellow, grey, yellow, grey, yellow, grey, yellow, grey, yellow? A: An elephant rolling down a hill with a daisy in its mouth! == Q: Why did the Elephant stand on the marshmellow? A: So she wouldn't fall in the hot chocolate. == Q: How do you get down from an elephant? A: You don't, you get down from a duck. == Q: Why is an elephant big, grey, and wrinkly? A: Because, if it was small, white and smooth it would be an Aspirin. == Q: What's grey and white on the inside and red on the outside? A: An inside out elephant. == Q: What's grey and white on the inside and red and white on the outside? A: Campbell's Cream of Elephant soup. == Q: What is grey and not there. A: No elephants. == Q: How do you shoot a blue elephant? A: With a blue elephant gun, of course. == Q: How do you shoot a red elephant? A: No, not with a red elephant gun. You strangle him until he turns blue, and then shoot him with a blue elephant gun. == Q: How do you shoot a green elephant? A: Tell him a dirty joke so he turns red, strangle him until he turns blue, and then shoot him with a blue elephant gun. == Q: How do you shoot a yellow elephant? A: Ever seen a yellow elephant?!!! == Q: Why are elephants wrinkled? A: Have you ever tried to iron one? == Q: How does an elephant hide in the jungle? A: He paints his balls red and sits in a cherry tree. - similar joke - Q: Why do elephants paint their nuts red? A: So they can hide in cherry trees. == Q: What's the loudest noise in the jungle? A: A native eating cherries. == Q: How did Tarzan die? A: Picking cherries. == Q: What's the fastest thing in the jungle? A: A monkey carrying a bunch of cherries. == Q: How do you get an elephant to sit on a cherry tree? A: Plant a seed and let the elephant stand on it. == Q: How does an elephant get down from a cherry tree? A: It doesn't, it gets down from a duck. == Q: How do you get an elephant out of a tree? A: Stand it on a leaf and wait 'till autumn (or wait for parachute practice.) == Q: Why do elephants wear springs on their feet? A: So they can jump up in trees and rape monkeys. == Q: What sound do monkeys hate most? A: Booooiiiiiinnnngggg...Booooiiiiiinnnngggg...Booooiiiiiinnnngggg... == Q: Why did the elephant fall out of the tree? A: Because it was dead. == Q: Why did the second elephant fall out of the tree? A: It was glued to the first one. == Q: Why did the third elephant fall out of the tree? A: It thought it was a game. == Q: And why did the tree fall down? A: It thought it was an elephant. == Q: What's the biggest drawback of the jungle? A: An elephant's foreskin. == Q: Heard of the wallet made of elephant foreskin? A: When you rub it, it turns into a briefcase. == Q: How many legs does an elephant have? A: Four, two in the front, two in the back. == Q: Why did the elephant cross the road? A: Chicken's day off. == Q: What was the elephant doing on the motorway? A: About 5 mph (8kph in the rest of the world) == Q: How do you know if you pass an elephant? A: You can't get the toilet seat down. == Q: How do you get an elephant into a VW? A: Open the car door, put the elephant inside, close the door. == Q: What's more difficult than getting a pregnant elephant in a VW bug? A: Getting an elephant pregnant in a VW bug. == Q: How do you put an elephant into a fridge? A: Open the VW door, take the elephant out, close the VW door, open the fridge, put the elephant inside, close the fridge. == Q: How do you get 4 elephants into a Volkswagon bug? A: 2 in the front and 2 in the back == Q: How do you know if there is an elephant in your fridge? A: Footprints in the butter. == Q: How do you know if there are 2 elephants in your fridge? A: Two sets of footprints in the butter. == Q: How do you know if there are 3 elephants in your fridge? A: Can't get the fridge door closed. == Q: How do you know if there are 4 elephants in your fridge? A: There's a VW bug parked outside it. == Q: How do you get 8(!) elephants in a fridge? A: Put four in a VW, four in another VW, put the two VW's in the fridge. A fridge large enough to hold two elephants can surely hold two VW's! == Q: How do you get Tarzan in the fridge? A: Open door, get two VW's out, put tarzan in, close door. == Q: How do you know Tarzan is in the fridge? A: you can hear Tarzan scream OYOYOYOIYOIYOOOOOO == Q: How do you get two Tarzans in the fridge? A: You can't, silly. There is only one Tarzan! == Q: Why are there so many elephants running around free in the jungle? A: The fridge isn't not large enough to hold them all. == Q: How many elephants can you actually put in a fridge? A: Depends on the number of elephants. == Q: What did the fifth elephant in the VW bug discover? A: The sun roof. == Q: The Lion (Animal king) gathered all the animals for a meeting, all of them showed up except the elephants. Why? A: They were stuck in the VW bug. == Q: How many giraffes can you fit in a VW bug? A: None, the elephants are in there! == Q: What do you call two elephants on a bicycle? A: Optimistic! == Q: What do you get if you take an elephant into the city? A: Free Parking. == Q: What do you get if you take an elephant into work? A: Sole use of the elevator. == Q: What do you do with an elephant with three balls? A: Walk him and pitch to the girrafe! == Q: How do you know if there is an elephant in the pub? A: It's bike is outside. ==
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Deo poslednji ;) Q: How do you know if there are two elephants in the pub? A: There is a dent in the cross-bar. == Q: How do you know if there are three elephants in the pub? A: Stand on the bike and have a look in the window. == Q. Why do elephants wear tiny green hats? A. To sneak across a pool table without being seen. == Q: How many elephants does it take to change a light bulb? A: Don't be stupid, elephants can't change light bulbs. == Q: What do you get if you cross an elephant with a whale? A: A submarine with a built-in snorkel. == Q: What do you get when you cross an elephant with a kangaroo? A: Bloody great holes all over Australia. == Q: What do you get when you cross an elephant with a rhinoceros? A: Elephino. == Q: How do you know if there is an elephant under the bed? A: Your nose is touching the ceiling. == Q: Why do elephants wear sandals? A: So that they don't sink in the sand. == Q: Why do ostriches stick their head in the ground? A: To look for the elephants who forgot to wear their sandals. == Q: How do you get 1,000 elephants into a shopping cart at Safeway. A: To get the answer, you'd better get the 'S' out of Safe and the 'F' out of the way. == Q. What is the difference between an elephant and a blueberries? A. They're both blue, except for the elephant. == Q: What did Tarzan say when he saw 1,000 elephants coming over the hill? A: "Look, there's 1,000 elephants coming over the hill." == Q: What did Jane say? A: Here come the blueberries. (Jane was color blind) == Q: What did Tarzan say when he saw 1,000 elephants with sunglasses on, coming over the hill? A: Nothing, he didn't recognize them. == Q: How do you make a dead elephant float? A: Well, you take 10 dead elephants, 10 tons of chocolate ice-cream, 5 tons tons of bananas,..... == Q: How do you get an elephant on top of an oak tree? A: Stand him on an acorn and wait fifty years. == Q: What if you don't want to wait fifty years? A: Parachute him from an airplane. == Q: Why isn't it safe to climb oak trees between 2 and 4 in the afternoon? A: That's when the elephants are skydiving. == Q: Why are pygmies so short? A: They climb oak trees between 2 and 4 in the afternoon. == Q: Why do ducks have flat feet? A: From stamp out forest fires. == Q: Why do elephants have flat feet? A: From stamp out flaming ducks. == Q: Why are elephants feet shaped that way? A: To fit on lily pads. == Q: Why isn't it safe to go onto the lily pads between 4 and 6 in the afternoon? A: That's when the elephants are walking on the lily pads. == Q: Whay are frogs so short? A: They go onto the lily pads between 4 and 6 in the afternoon. == Q: Why shouldn't you go into the woods at 5 o'clock? A: Because that is when the elephants practice their parachute jumping. == Q: What is a furry alligator? A: A bear that went into the woods at 5 o'clock. == Q: Why are pygmies so short? A: They can't tell time. == Q: What is that stuff between elephants toes? A: Watchless natives. == Q: What time is it when an elephant sits on your fence? A: 5 O'clock (trick question - not "Time to get a new fence..) == Q: Why do elephants paint the soles of their feet yellow? A: So that they can hide upside-down in bowls of custard. == Q: Did you ever find an elephant in your custard? A: No? Well, it must work. == Q: What do you know when you see three elephants walking down the street wearing pink sweatshirts? A: They're all on the same team. == Q: How do you know if there's an elephant in bed with you? A: She has a big 'E' on her pajama jacket pocket. == Q: Why won't they allow elephants in public swimming pools? A: Because they might let down their trunks. == Q. Why do elephants have four feet? A. Because lady elephants have big twats. == Q: What do elephants use for tampons? A: Sheep. Q: Why do elephants have long trunks? A: Because sheep don't have strings. == Q: What do elephants use for condoms? A: Snakes. == Q: What do elephants use for vibrators? A: Epileptic pigmies. == Q: How do you know when an elephant has its period? A: There is a quarter on your dresser and your mattress is missing. == Q: What is an elephant's sex organ? A: His foot... If he steps on you you're FUCKED! == Q: What do you call any elephant who is an expert on skin disorders? A: A pachydermatoligist. == Q: How do you stop an elephant from charging? A: Take away his credit card. == Q: What do you get when you cross an elephant with a hooker? A: A two-ton pickup. == Q: What did the female elephant say during sex? A: "Can I be on top this time?" == Q: What did the elephant say to the nude man? A: Cute, but can you breathe through it? == Q: Why do elephants have trunks? A: Because they would look silly with glove compartments. == Q: What do you do when you come across an elephant? A: Wipe it off! == Q: Have you heard about Hannibal crossing the Alps with elephants? A: None of the offspring survived. == Q: How does the male elephant find the female elephant when she's lying down in tall grass? A: VERY attractive. == Q: How do you know when an elephant has been screwing in you're yard? A: The flower beds are crushed and you are missing a garbage bag! == Q: What did the elephant say when he saw a dead ant on the road? A: Deadant! Deadant! Deadant!!! (to be sung). == Q: What did he say when he saw a live ant on the road? A: He stamped it to death and then said "Deadant! Deadant! Deadant!!!". == Q: What do you get when you cross an elephant and a grape? A: Cos(Theta) Note: Assumes đelephantđ = đgrapeđ = 1 == Q: What do you get when you cross an elephant and a mountain climber? A: Zero - a mountain climber is a scaler. == Q: What do you give a seasick elephant? A: Lots of room. == Q: What's grey and comes in quarts? A: An elephant. == Q: What do you do if an elephant comes through your window? A: Swim for your life!! == Q: Why do elephants lay on their backs? A: To trip low flying canaries. == Q: Why did the elephant have a yellow spot on his ass? A: He wasn't laying on his back. == Q: Why do elephants have Big Ears? A: Because Noddy won't pay the ransom. (somebody want to explain this for me?) == Q: Why don't you go into the jungle between 3 and 4 am? A: Because the elephants are jumping from the trees. == Q: Why are pygmies so short? A: Because the go into the jungle between 3 and 4 am. == Q: Whats that red stuff between elephants toes? A: Slow pygmies. == Q: How can you tell when elephants have been making love in your back yard? A: The fence is broken and one of your Hefty bags is gone. == Q: What do you do when you see a thousand elephants coming down the mountain slopes? A: Swim for your life! == Q: What do you get when you cross an elephant with an ant? A: A dead ant. == Q: How many elephants does it take to screw in a light bulb? A: Two, but you need a real big bulb. == Q: What does an elephant with a runny nose (trunk) need? A: A blow job. == Q: How do you make an elephant fly? A: Start with a 3 foot zipper. == Q: What has two tails, two trunks and five feet? A: An elephant with spare parts == Q: Why did the elephant cross the road? A: To pick up the squashed chicken. == Q: What is more difficult than getting an elephant into the back seat of your car? A: Getting TWO elephants into the back seat of your car! == Q: What is more difficult than getting 2 elephants in the back seat of your car? A: Getting a pregnant elephant in the back seat of your car!! == Q: Whats more difficult than gettiny a pregnant elephant in the back seat of your car? A: Getting an elephant pregnant in the back seat of your car! == Q: What is the height of ambition? A: An ant climbing an elephant's leg with the intention of rape. == Q: What's grey and puts out forest fires? A: Smokey the Elephant. == Q: What do elephants use for condoms? A: Garbage bags! == Q: What happens when an elephant sits in front of you at the movies? A: You miss most of the picture! == Q: Why do pygmies wear giant condoms on their heads? A: Because if an elephant steps on them, they're fucked! == Q: What did one elephant say to the other elephant when he realized he'd stepped on a pygmie? A: Look what I just stepped in! == Q: What do elephants use for slippers? A: Sheep! == Q: What did the peanut say to the elephant? A: Nothing, peanuts can't talk. == Q: Ever see an elephant in a cherry tree? A: No? See, it works!!! == Q: What do you get when you cross an elephant with a rat? A: A dead rat with an 18 inch asshole! == Q: What's big and green and slimy, and hangs from tall trees? A: Elephant boogers. == Q: How many elephants can you fit into a Dodge? A: 5. Two in the front, two in the back, and one in the glove compartment. == Q: How do you know when an Elephant has been in the baby carriage? A: By the footprints on the baby's forehead! (damn elephants get into everything!) == Q. What's the difference between a little moron and an elephant? A. About 20 pounds, but the elephant's gaining! == Q: How do you tell if there's an elephant under your bed? A: Your nose touches the ceiling. == Q: What do you get when you cross an elephant with a mountain climber?!? A: Silly, a mountain climber is a scaler and you can't cross a vector with a scalar! == Q: What is beautiful, gray and wears glass slippers? A: Cinderelephant. == Q: What do you do with a elephant with 3 balls? A: Walk him and pitch to the bear == Q: What is the difference between a sorority girl and an elephant? A: About 40 lbs. Q: How do you equalize the two? A: Feed the elephant. (From the "Canonical List of Sorority Girl Jokes") == Q: What do you get when you cross an elephant and a rhinoceros? A: The 'Elephino! == Q: What do you get when you cross an elephant and an orangutan? A: One dead ape with two-foot stretch marks. == Q: How dow you get an elephant to come in a thimble? A: Stuff a bale of hay in it. == Q: How do you stuff a bale of hay in a thimble? A: One straw at a time. == Q: What has 2 greay legs and 2 brown legs? A: An elephant with diarrhea. == --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gotovo (za sada)! ;) ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── * 234s///r44444u890m,l90plđćŠ. Get that cat off my keyboard!
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ÚĆOpet sorry zbog vaših padova, ali možda (sigurno) će nekom dobro doći. ;) Imam i ng za smajlije, ali na "lalinskom" (Holland), pa ako nekog interesuje... Mene mrzi da od ovog napravim ng bazu. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Ever get one of these along with one of your messages? In case you were in doubt to what they meant, here's their explanations. :-) humorous :-( be prepared for trouble (:-) messages dealing with bicycle helmets <:-) dumb questions oo somebody's head-lights are on messages O>-<đ= messages of interest to women o>8<đ= messages about interesting women ;-) wink ( take this message with a grain of salt) đ-( late night messages :ž) messages teasing people about their noses :-š#ć messages teasing people about their braces - P.= messages about nuclear war Thanks to Don Hopkins of Roosevelt H.S. for inventing these.. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Yuval J Pecht (CVPECHTP.WEIZMANN)... More faces and funny messages!! (:-# Message concerning something that shouldnt have been said... (:-$ Message indicating person is ill... (:-& Message indicating person is angry... (:-* Kiss... (:+) Message concerning Jews...(i.e. big nose...) (:=) Message concerning people with TWO noses (???) (:-: Message indicating person is VERY sad... (:ž( message concerning people with broken noses (:<) message concerning blabber mouths :-(=) message about people with big teeth. &:-) message from a person with curly hair P.:-) message from a person with wavy hair ?-( about people with a black eye. *:* message about fuzzy things *:** message about fuzzy people with a fuzzy mustache %-) message about people with broken glasses +<:-đ message from a monk/nun... š0-) message from cyclops... (:-D message cocerning another blabber mouth... (:-đK- formal message. B-) message from Batman !!! =0== - message about mexican on a railroad! =t== - message about mexican run over by train. P.%&$%&$:&*P.%$#P. - you know what that means... ---...--- - S.O.S ---------------------------------------------------------------- Designed, Planned and otherwise electricuted by The Griaciorus Moshe Raccah and Venerable Yuval J. Pecht <š:-)ć MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE... <:-)<<đ MESSAGE FROM A SPACE ROCKET... (:-... HEART-BREAKING MESSAGE... >đ-> MESSAGE FROM CHINA... <<<<(:-) MESSAGE FROM A HAT SALES-MAN... (O--< A FISHY MESSAGE... (8-) MESSAGE FROM A FOUR-EYE... (:>-< MESSAGE FROM A THIEF: HANDS UP! <I==I) A MESSAGE ON FOUR WHEELS --------------------------------------------------------------------------- These come from various places. :-p Bronx cheer (or sticking tongue out) đ:-) Message from someone with bushy eyebrows ========================================================================= From: IAN MURPHY <CBWP8008P.IRUCCVAX> š(ž_ž)ć --- Message to somebody wearing headphones. š(-_ž)ć --- wink at somebody wearing headphones. <ž_ž> --- ? <-v-> --- message to somebody with a beak. <-_ž> --- wink <O_O> --- message to goggly eyes. <QžQ> --- message to somebody with funny looking glasses. (žUž) --- message to big nose. <ž*ž> --- message to somebody with a flattened nose. ŠO!OĆ --- message to a surprised goggly eyes. (*v*) --- message to somebody with two black eyes. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: hesP.ecsvax.UUCP (Henry Schaffer) :-O Wow :-đ Grim :- đ Baboon :-v Speaking :-V Shout :-w Speak with forked tongue :-r Sticking tongue out :-* Oops! :-x Kiss Kiss :-c Real unhappy :-C Just totally unbelieving :-B Drooling :-, Smirk :-đđ Anger :-( Frowning '-) Wink ;-) Sardonic incredulity %-ć Drunk with laughter :-" Pursing lips =========================================================================== From about 3-4 years ago: Šbtw, ;-) is a smiley winking, not half a smiley, as somebody saidĆ Don't expect everyone to know all of these in everyday communication... ..Bob ----- Here it is folks, the last word in smiley faces. Below we have smiley face... :-ž smiley spitting out its chewing tobacco :-1 smiley bland face :-! " :-č smiley face screaming :-#đ smiley face with bushy mustache :-$ smiley face with it's mouth wired shut :-% smiley banker :-6 smiley after eating something sour :ž) smiley with pointy nose (righty) :-7 smiley after a wry statement 8-) smiley swimmer :-* smiley after eating something bitter :-& smiley which is tongue-tied :-9 smiley licking it's lips :-0 smiley orator :-( un-smiley :-) smiley standard smiley invisible man (:-( unsmiley frowning (:-) smiley big-face ):-) " ):-( unsmiley big-face )8-) scuba smiley big-face =:-) smiley punk-rocker =:-( (real punk rockers don't smile) +:-) smiley priest :-q smiley trying to touch its tongue to its nose :-e disappointed smiley :-t cross smiley :-i semi-smiley :-o smiley singing national anthem :-p smiley sticking its tongue out (at you!) :-Š un-smiley blockhead :-Ć smiley blockhead :-š smiley variation on a theme :-ć ditto š:-) smiley with its hair parted in the middle ć:-) above in an updraft :-a lefty smilely touching tongue to nose :-s smiley after a BIZARRE comment :-d lefty smiley razzing you g-) smiley with ponce-nez glasses :-j left smiling smilely :-k beats me, looks like something, tho. :-l y. a. s. :-: mutant smiley :-Đ undecided smiley :-đ "have an ordinary day" smiley ;-) winking smiley :-< real sad smiley :-> y.a.s. :-z y.a.c.s. :-x "my lips are sealed" smiley :-c bummed out smiley :-v talking head smiley :v) left-pointing nose smiley :-b left-pointing tongue smiley :-/ lefty undecided smiley :-? smilely smoking a pipe .-Ć one-eyed smilely ,-ć wry and winking 0-) smiley cyclops (scuba diver?) :-=) older smiley with mustache :u) smiley with funny-looking left nose :n) smiley with funny-looking right nose :< midget unsmiley :> midget smiley This hardly expended the list but it's most of what one can come up with on a vt220 keyboard. There are many variations, like swapping around noses, eyes, mouths, etc. Also there are many VLSF (very large smiley faces), for example: ć:ž#ć) mega-smiley: updrafted bushy-mustached pointy nosed smiley with a double-chin Hope this list will spur people to use a larger variety of faces to more accurately describe themselves and what they are saying. From the keyboard of: =:-#ć smiley punk with a mustache.... "We just get by the best that we can, we all gotta duck when the shit hits the fan" -- =============================================================================== Joe Szep Boston University Academic Computing Center UUCP: ...!harvard!bu-cs!jts ARPA: jts%bu-cs.csnetčcsnet-relay.arpa Pony Express: 111 Cummington St. Boston, Ma. 02215 617-353-2780 ===============================================================================
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Description: Funny pictograms (character signs) used in network mail A Comprehensive Collection Of Funny Pictograms (Character Signs) Used In Electronic Network Mail :-) Humor :-) )-: Masking theatrical comments :<) For those with hairy lips :-š) :<)= For those with beards :/) Not funny '-) Wink P-) Pirates !-( ;-) Sardonic incredulity (č č) You're kidding! :-" Pursing lips :-v Just another faŃe2(speaking) profiled from the side :-V Shout :-w Speak with forked tongue :-W Shout with forked tongue :-r Bleahhh (sticking tongue out) :-f :-p :-1 Smirks :-, :-* Oooops (covering mouth with hand) :-T keeping a straight face (tight-lipped) :-D said with a smile :-P :-y 8ž) :-o More versions of shouting :-O :-š Count Dracula =đ:-)= Uncle Sam 7:) Reagan :-=) Hitler :-# Censored :či Smoking :-Q :čj (and smiling) :/i No smoking :-> Alternate happy face :-( Unhappy :-c Real unhappy :-C Unbelieving (jaw dropped) :-< Forlorn :-B Drooling (or overbite) :-đ Disgusted :-? Licking your lips <:>== A turkey emoticon :-) :-) :-) Loud guffaw :-J Tongue-in-cheek comments :*) Clowning around :-8 Talking out both sides of your mouth (:-) Msgs dealing with bicycle helmets č= Warning about nuclear war <:-) For dumb questions o= A flaming candle for flaming msgs -= A doused candle to end a flaming msg OO Headlights on msg :_) I used to be a boxer, but it really got my nose out . of joint B-) Smiling and wearing glasses or sunglasses 8-) Same as previous; also used to denote wide-eyed look #:-) :-) done by someone with sort of matted hair :-o "Oh, nooooooo!" (a la Mr. Bill) #:-o Same as previous đ-( Late night messages :ž) Messages teasing people about their noses :-š#ć Messages teasing people about their braces (:-$ Message indicating person is ill... (:-& Message indicating person is angry... (:-( Message indicating person is VERY sad... (:ž( Message concerning people with broken noses (:<) Message concerning blabber mouths :-(=) Message about people with big teeth &:-) Message from a person with curly hair č:-) Message from a person with wavy hair ?-( Message about people with a black eye *:* Message about fuzzy things *:** Message about fuzzy things with fuzzy mustaches %-) Message about people with broken glasses +<:-đ Message from a monk/nun... š0-) Message from cyclops... (:-đK- Formal message. đđ*( Handshake offered đđ*) Handshake accepted <&&> Message concerning rubber chickens 2Bđž2B Message about Shakespeare (-_-) Secret smile <š:-)ć Message in a bottle... <:-)<<đ Message from a space rocket... (:-... Heart-breaking message... <<<<(:-) Message from a hat sales-man... (O--< A fishy message... (:>-< Message from a thief: hands up! <I==I) A message on four wheels š User is Alfred Hitchcock. č>--->---- A rose. %ž) smile with glasses :-ć wearing lipstick :-Đ popeye smiling face ;-Đ popeye gets his lights punched out :č) needs a nosejob :=) *<đ:-) Santa Claus (Ho Ho Ho) (-) needing a haircut 0-) wearing scuba mask :-O Wow! :- đ Baboon :-đđ Anger %-ć Drunk with laughter *:-) Bobble hat/baby đ-P yuk čč:-( net.flame Ođ-) net.religion 8:-I net.unix-wizards X-( net.suicide E-:-I net.ham-radio 3:oŠ net.pets <:I dunce (:I egghead č:I turban 8:-) glasses on forehead :-8( condescending stare _O_ Rudolf the waving penguin
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ččč :-) Your basic smile. This smile is used to inflect a sarcastic or joking statement since we can't hear voice inflection over UNIX ččč ;-) Winky smilie. User just maž%Éa flutatious and/or sarcastic remark. More of a "don't hit me for what I just said" smilie ččč :-( Frowning smilie. User did not like that last statement or is upset or depressed about something. ččč :-I Indifferent smileie. Better than a frowning snilie but not quite as good as a happy smilie ččč Smileys: :-> User just made a really biting sarcastic remark. Worse than :-) ;-> Winky and devil combined. A very lewd remark was just made (-: User is left handed %-) User has been staring at a green screen for 15 hours straight :*) User is drunk Š:Ć User is a robot 8-) User is wearing sunglasses B:-) Sunglasses on head ::-) User wears normal glasses B-) User wears horn-rimmed glasses ččč Smileys: 8:-) User is a little girl :-)-8 User is a big girl :-š) User has a moustache :-šć User wears lipstick š:-) User wears a toupee ć:-) Toupee in an updraft :-Š User is a vampire :-E Bucktoothed vampire :-F Bucktoothed vampire with one tooth missing ččč Smileys: :-7 User just made a wry statement :-* User just ate something sour :-)ss User drooles :-ss) User has a cold :'-( User is crying :'-) User is so happy s/he is crying :-č User is screaming :-# User wears braces (or is called S.Manders, red.) :ž) User has a broken nose :v) It's the other way :_) User's nose is sliding off of his face ččč Smileys: :<) User is from an Ivy League School :-& User is tongue tied. =:-) User is a hosehead -:-) User is a punk rocker -:-( (real punk rockers don't smile) :=) User has two noses ččč Smileys: +:-) User is the Pope or holds some other religious office ':-) User shaved one of his eyebrows off this morning ,:-) Same thing... other side đ-I User is asleep đ-O User is yawning/snoring ččč :-Q User is a smoker :-? User smokes a pipe O-) Megaton Man On Patrol (or else, user is a scuba diver) O :-) User is an angel (at heart :-S User just made an incoherent statement :-D User is laughing (at you!) :-X User's lips are sealed ččč Smileys: :-C User is really bummed <đ-) User is Chinese <đ-( User is Chinese and doesn't like these kind of jokes :-/ User is sceptical C=:-) User is a chef č= User is pro-nuclear war ččč Smileys: *<:-) User is wearing a Santa Claus Hat E-:-) User is a Ham radio operator :-9 User is licking his/her lips %-6 User is braindead Š:-) User is wearing a walkman (:I User is an egghead <:-I U
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Date: Sun, 17 Feb 91 12:19:17 EST From: Arthur Paris 315 443 2279 <AEPARISčSUVM> Subject: btw, RTFM, et al. To: Multiple recipients of <WP50-LčHEARN> Here's a sample of email "punctuation", & attitude cues, There is a much larger "smiley" dictionary that I've seen previously but don't have it anymore. Maybe someone else on the list has it. Maybe as more and more of these mail services are moved off of mainframes onto Unix and other platforms and software systems we'll get back to more conventionally "ornamented" (underlined, italics, boldface, etc.) discourse. ******************************************************************* The Unofficial Smilie Dictionary :-) Your basic smilie. This smilie is used to inflect a sarcastic or joking statement since we can't hear voice inflection over Unix. ;-) Winky smilie. User just made a flirtatious and/or sarcastic remark. More of a "don't hit me fo´t┐Ě"Iš═Đü═ůąĹëü═ÁąŠąĽ╣5:-( Frowning smilie. User did not like that last statement or is upset or depressed about something. :-I Indifferent smilie. Better than a Frowning smilie but not quite as good as a happy smilie :-> User just made a really biting sarcastic remark. Worse than a :-). >:-> User just made a really devilish remark. >;-> Winky and devil combined. A very lewd remark was just made. -- COMPR6905čUCSVAX.SDSU.EDU ******************************************************************* Date: Sun, 17 Feb 91 21:04:58 EST From: Ted W Flory <TFLORYčBRIJWATR> Subject: Emoticons To: Multiple recipients of <WP50-LčHEARN> WP50-L'ers, Some time ago, Joe Moore posted the following file to CUMREC-L. I filed it away for future reference. Since WP50-L recently has been on the subject of email shorthand conventions, I thought perhaps this might be of interest to the group. Please keep in mind that WP50-L is used frequently by people who have little other contact with E-mail lists. Therefore, it probably is wise to be cautious in the use of these symbols and acronyms on WP50-L. Smileys and some abbreviations are known well enough so they are appropriate. In any case, I thought some of you would be interested in this information. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ted Flory Phone: (703) 828-2501 Director of the Computing Center FAX: (703) 828-2160 Bridgewater College Email: TFLORY č BRIJWATR.BITNET Bridgewater, Virginia 22812 USA ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------Original Message------------------------------- Emoticons Compiled by Joan Friedman Downloaded from Compuserve, Tapcis Forum Uploaded to BI-L by Ron Doctor (rdoctorčua1vm) Š76701,145Ć SMILE.TXT 15-Jul-89 5422 33 Keywords: ACRONYMS EMOTICONS SMILE GRIN SMIRK SYMBOLS A list of some of the mysterious acronyms much used on electronic messaging services. Also an exhaustive listing and decoding of "Emoticons," or icons of emotion, those bizarre combinations of punctuation marks that, when you tilt your head sidewaysA5ć.ÚšĐüĐŻüëĽü┴ąŹĐŇ╔Ľ═üŻÖüÖůŹąůŠüĽß┴╔Ľ══ąŻ╣═Šüů╣Ĺ5worse. Emoticon list contributed by James Bach 76555,273. File compiled by Joan Friedman 76701,145. Acronyms These acronyms are frequently used as savers of bytes and time in CIS Forum messages. CIS = Consumer Information Service (of CompuServe) RTFM = Read the, uh, Friggin' Manual PITA = Pain in the "acronym" BTW = By the way TSR = Terminate and Stay Resident program OTOH = On the other hand OTTH = On the third hand FWIW = For what it's worth RSN = Real Soon Now WYSIWYG = What you see is what you get PPN = Programmer Project Number. Ie, a CIS user's ID#. OIC = Oh, I see! IMHO = In my humble opinion Šthe speaker is never humbleĆ IMCO = In my considered opinion g,d&r = grinning, ducking, and running ASAP = As soon as possible PDQ = Pretty damn quick EMOTICONS č* These "emoticons" Šicons designating emotionsĆ were originally uploaded to the IBMCOM Forum, DL6, in the files E-ICON.ARC and ICON2.ARC, and are posted here with the permission of the author, James Bach 76555,273. EMOTICON.1 To help telecom-sters clarify just how humorous their postings are intended to be, here is a collection of the many faces of humor, emoticon-style. emoticon: n. a figure created with the symbols on a keyboard that is read with the head tilted to the left. Used to convey the spirit in which a line of text was typed. ************************************************************************ * * * Tilt your head slightly to the left to read the following emoticons. * * * ************************************************************************ :-) Humor :-) )-: Masking theatrical comments :<) For those with hairy lips :<)= For those with beards too :/) Not funny '-) Wink P-) Pirate ;-) Sardonic incredulity (č č) You're kidding! :-" Pursing lips :-v Just another face (speaking) profiled from the side :-V Shout :-w áSbeak with forked tongue :-W Shout with forked tongue :-r Bleahhh (sticking tongue out) :-f :-p :-1 Smirks :-, <:-O Eeek! :-* Oooops (covering mouth with hand) :-T keeping a straight face (tight-lipped) :-D said with a smile :-P :-y :-o More versions of shouting :-O :-š Count Dracula =:-)= Uncle Sam 7:) Reagan :-# Censored :či Smoking :čj (and smiling) :/i No smoking :-I It's something, but I don't know what.... :-x Kiss kiss :-> Alternate happy face :-( Unhappy :-c Real unhappy :-C Unbelieving (jaw dropped) :-< Forlorn :-B Drooling (or overbite) :- Disgusted :-? Licking your lips <:>== A turkey emoticon :-) :-) :-) Loud guffaw :-J Tongue-in-cheek comments :*) ClownIĚ%HXnS╣Ĺ5ů:-8 Talking out both sides of your mouth (:-) Msgs dealing with bicycle helmets č= Warning about nuclear war <:-) For dumb questions o= A burning candle for flames -= A doused candle to end a flame OO Headlights on msg :_) I used to be a boxer, but it really got my nose out of joint **************************************************************** EMOTICON.2 Awhile ago, I posted a set of emoticons, those little faces denoting various forms of humor. After browsing an internal bboard, I found even more emoticons - so here is Part II..... B-) Smiling and wearing glasses or sunglasses (or a message from Batman) 8-) Same as previous; also used to denote wide-eyed look #:-) :-) done by someone with sort of matted hair :-o "Oh, nooooooo!" (a la Mr. Bill) #:-o Same as previous -( Late night messages :ž) Messages teasing people about their noses :-š#ć Messages teasing people about their braces (:-$ Message indicating person is ill... (:-& Message indicating person is angry... (:-( Message indicating person is VERY sad... (:ž( Message concerning people with broken noses (:<) Message concerning blabber mouths :-(=) Message about people with big teeth &:-) Message from a person with curly hair č:-) Message from a person with wavy hair ?-( Message about people with a black eye *:* Message about fuzzy things *:** Message about fuzzy things with fuzzy mustaches %-) Message about people with broken glasses +<:- Message from a monk/nun... š0-) Message from cyclops... (:-K- Formal message. ---... S.O.S. č%&$%& You know what that means... *( Handshake offered *) Handshake accepted <&&> Message concerning rubber chickens >< >< Message about/to someone wearing argyle socks 2Bž2B Message about Shakespeare (-_-) Secret smile <š:-)ć Message in a bottle... <:-)<< Message from a space rocket... (:-... Heart-breaking message... <<<<(:-) Message from a hat sales-man... (O--< A fishy message... (:>-< Message from a thief: hands up! <I==I) A message on four wheels :žš For those with mustaches š Alfred Hitchcock č>--->---- A rose. **************************************************************** Toliko. ;) ─────────────────────────────────────────────────── * :-D Try tooth paste for a wider brighter smile.
english.44 mpaunovic,
Šta je to pičvajz? Mudra pička:)
english.45 mpaunovic,
No five, no six - ni pet ni sest we know each odther from little legs (znamo se od malih nogu)
english.46 markom,
■■■ No five, no six - ni pet ni sest ■■■ we know each odther from little legs (znamo se od malih nogu) Will you please compile me to the other page of the bus? (Da li bi ste me molim vas preveli na drugu stranu magistrale?) Who plums you? (Ko te šljivi?) Marko
english.47 madamov,
> Will you please compile me to the other page of the bus? ^^^^^^^ > (Da li bi ste me molim vas preveli na drugu stranu magistrale?) Would you be so kind to translate me to another page of the street?
english.49 gristic,
This? ;) I love csh! ;) % make fire Make: Don't know how to make fire. Stop. % why not? No match. % gotta light? No match. % !1984 1984: Event not found. # (na nekim sistemima) % How's my lovemaking? Unmatched '. % "How would you rate Bush's incompetence? Unmatched ". % ŠWhere is Jimmy Hoffa? Missing Ć. % ŠWhere is my brain? Missing Ć. % žHow did the sex changež operation go? Modifier failed. % If I had a ( for every $ Congress spent, what would I have? Too many ('s. % man: why did you get a divorce? man:: Too many arguments. % %blow %blow: No such job. % Đ(- (-: Command not found. % sh $ PATH=pretending! /usr/ucb/which sense no sense in pretending! $ mkdir matter; cat >matter matter: cannot create % cd /tmp % touch this; chmod 000 this % ln -s /usr/bin/touch U % U this U: cannot touch this: no write permission % rm meese-ethics rm: meese-ethics nonexistent % ar m God ar: God does not exist % make love Make: Don't know how to make love. Stop. ─ % sleep with me bad character % žWhat is saccharine? Bad substitute. % drink <bottle; opener bottle: cannot open opener: not found % alias alias alias alias: Too dangerous to alias that. % cat catfood cat: cannot open catfood % cat "food in cans" cat: can't open food in cans % nice man woman No manual entry for woman. % man pussy No manual entry for pussy. % rm God rm: God nonexistent % ar r God ar: creating God % Unmatched ". Unmatched ". % write desert desert is not logged on. % man you No manual entry for you. % !bluemoon bluemoon: Event not found. % scan for <<"Arnold Schwarzenegger"žJžD "Arnold Schwarzenegger": << terminator not found % cat 'the can of tuna' cat: cannot open the can of tuna % rm Quayle-brains rm: Quayle-brains nonexistent % cat "door: paws too slippery" cat: cannot open door: paws too slippery % look into "my eyes" look: cannot open my eyes % lost lost: not found % make war Make: Don't know how to make war. Stop. % mkdir yellow_pages; cat > yellow_pages yellow_pages: Is a directory %touch me %chmod 000 me %touch me touch: cannot touch me: permission denied % ar x "my love life" ar: my love life does not exist % ar x "matey, the treasure" ar: matey, the tresure does not exist % talk GorvachevčKremlin talk: Kremlin: Can't figure out network address. % talk Comrade Khruchev ŠYour party is not logged onĆ make "bottle open" make "heads or tails of all this" make love make mistake make sense man woman man -kisses dog Pozdrav, Goran ────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── * Unix and the world Unix with you; VAX and you VAX alone.
english.50 fancy,
ŮŢ> Would you be so kind to translate me to another page of the street? ^^^^^^ in face
english.51 gristic,
THE ABC'S OF UNIX A is for Awk, which runs like a snail, and B is for Biff, which reads all your mail. C is for CC, as hackers recall, while D is for DD, the command that does all. E is for Emacs, which rebinds your keys, and F is for Fsck, which rebuilds your trees. G is for Grep, a clever detective, while H is for Halt, which may seem defective. I is for Indent, which rarely amuses, and J is for Join, which nobody uses. K is for Kill, which makes you the boss, while L is for Lex, which is missing from DOS. M is for More, from which Less was begot, and N is for Nice, which it really is not. O is for Od, which prints out thhgs nice, while P is for Passwd, which reads in strings twice. Q is for Quota, a Berkeley-type fable, and R is for Ranlib, for sorting ar ŠsicĆ table. S is for Spell, which attempts to belittle, while T is for True, which does very little. U is for Uniq, which is used after Sort, and V is for Vi, which is hard to abort. W is for Whoami, which tells you your name, while X is, well, X, of dubious fame. Y is for Yes, which makes an impression, and Z is for Zcat, which handles compression. Pozdrav, Goran ──────────────────────────────────────────────────── * OS/2 VirusScan - "Windows found: Remove it? (Y/y)"
english.52 asterix,
The Beast and the Bobbitt.
english.53 .bale.,
> Would you be so kind to translate me to another page of the street? Neee... to the second page in face.
english.54 asterix,
> The Beast and the Bobbitt. :)))))))) Htedoh reći u stvari ovo: The Beauty and the Bobbitt.
english.55 gristic,
Od noćas prikazujemo: VAX Trek V The Movie: "The Crunchy Bits" ---------------------------------------- These are the voyages of the VAXShip Enterkey..Its five cpu minute mission to seek out and destroy all slightly dodgy files...To boldly split infinitives where there's no grammar teacher to slap our wrists.... Captain's log, CPU Time: 3:45 point 31 -------------------------------------- Nothing much happening. Had quite a nice chicken curry for breakfast. Walked about a bit. Went to the toilet on deck 4. Ignored a few insignificant crew members in red jerseys. Now sitting on the bridge writing this log, but I'm about to be interrupted by Scotty. Scotty: "Scott to bridge..Scott to bridge.." Jim: "Go ahead Mr. Scott.." Scotty: "Cap'n Cap'n...the dilithium crystals canna take any more!" Jim: "Alright alright you have permission to divert the power back to the main engines and disconnect my home beer making kit." Scotty: "Thanks cap'n" Jim: "Attention everyone, it's jersey colour allocation day today..." Sulu: "Aw siiiir...do we HAVE to?? We always end up with same colour jerseys anyway..." Jim: "Listen..this must be seen to be a democratically run ship...The plebs on the lower decks have to believe the allocation is fair otherwise we'd have mutiny on our hands. Hence the weekly jersey allocation game. But of course we cleverly arrange it that they always lose, and end up with the red ones." Scotty: "So why do I get a red one?" Jim: "Don't you see?..someone important has to have one to make them believe it's perfectly safe to wear a red one....but of course yours just LOOKS red.. it's really one of the yellow ones with a special holographic colour refractor built in." Spock: "It's perfectly logical....Captain" Jim: "Shut up Spock, you pointy eared wierdo" Spock: "As I am completely devoid of emotion, anger isn't something I suffer from..but I would warn you that if you persist in these insults I'll kick your teeth in." Jim: "You do value having a BLUE jersey Spock don't you?" Spock: "Emmm....yes captain" Jim: "Any more of your lip and you'll be allocated a red one...." Spock: "sorry sir...won't happen again" Lt.Uhura: "Sir,..is my red jersey really a yellow one like Mr.Scott's?" Jim: "No...yours is a real red one....you get killed in the next episode.." Lt.Uhura: "In that case I'll just resign from the show before the next episode. I can get another acting job easily." Jim: "Fair enough...but how do you propose to get home?" Lt.Uhura: "..But I thought..." Jim: "I know..you thought we were in a studio set somewhere in Hollywood?" Lt.Uhura: "..basically...yes.." Jim: "..A popular misconception....don't worry though...we meet up with a supply ship returning to earth in two episode's time." Lt.Uhura: "...but i get killed in the next episode..it'll be too late" Jim: "Hmm...Scotty..if we fed the output of the warp drive exciter windings into the main neutrino pulse modulator, reversed the polarity on the fusion reactor field, and plugged the pacman cartridge into the games console in the level 3 rec. room, would that allow us to make episode 3 happen before episode 2?" Scotty: "No....but if we press this big orange button here...." NEXT WEEK: Episode 3. NEXT NEXT WEEK: Episode 2. ...you're a genius scotty... Credits: ------- Story by: DJY Special Effects: DJY Photon Torpedoes Supplied By: DJY VAX Computer System kindly run by: Those Great Computer Centre People Things Fall By: The force of gravity. Tune in again..same time..same channel...next week... Zainteresovani? ─────────────────────────────────────────────── * A VAX is virtually a computer, but not quite.
english.57 gristic,
VAX Trek V The Movie: "The Crunchy Bits" ---------------------------------------- Episode 3: ---------- Captain's log, CPU Time: 4:42 point 42 -------------------------------------- By a stroke of genius, Scotty has managed to make episode 3 happen before episode 2, thus saving Lt.Uhura's life. We expect to rendezvous soon with an earth bound supply ship, which Lt.Uhura will journey home aboard...thus avoiding the untimely death which would have befallen her if she'd stayed on till episode 2. Jim:"Mr.Sulu..let me know when we hit the supply ship." Spock: "Jim..." Jim: "Quiet Spock!..can't you see I'm talking to Mr. Sulu?" Sulu:"Be fair captain, my driving isn't THAT bad." Jim: "Well try not to do so much damage this time....the Federation had to write-off the last supply ship we hit, and you killed 500 crew members. It's just as well they were all red jersey grade or you'd have been up for a Federation Court Martial." Sulu: "I've taken lessons since then...I can steer the ship fine now." Spock: "Jim..." Jim: "Shut up Spock...I'm still addressing Mr.Sulu..." Sulu: "As I was saying...I've now realised that the secret of steering the EnterKey properly is to look where you're going...quite obvious really." Spock: "Jim..I hate to interrupt your enthralling conversation with Mr.Sulu, but the fact that we are about to collide with a large planet might be of considerable interest to both of you." Jim: "Hooooooooolllleeeeeeeeeeeee Sh** !!!!!" Sulu: "..I beg your pardon?" Jim: "Quick you fool!..slam on the brakes!..Scotty give us full reverse warp drive power!!!!" Scotty: "The dilithium crystals canna take it captain..." Jim: "Right!..activate the flashing red lights and start up the whooping sirens ...this is a red alert...we're going to have to attempt a crash landing" Sulu: "Are you sure we can do that sir?" Jim: "Yes you idiot...it's in the script. That big green button to your left that wasn't there last week lowers the undercarriage." Sulu: "Oh!..so THAT's what it does...ok then..undercarriage lowered...we're going in....hang on to yer trousers...." Frodo sat in his favourite chair by the fire, in his comfortable little Hobbit hole at Bag End, sipping tea and enjoying a good smoke on his pipe.. It was finest grade pot from the eastern marches, and its full effect was now coming over Frodo...Gandalf, lounging in the other chair, now looked like a little pink fluffy elephant, which would periodically flap its ears and float around the room. Gandalf meanwhile...who was also partaking of the evil weed FELT like he was a little pink fluffy elephant that periodically flapped its ears and floated round the room. "Like heaveee man...what was that bang I just heard?", said Gandalf..suddenly sitting bolt upright in his chair and straining to hear the commotion outside the window. "It's just the start of the percussion section.....you know..we're on the third side now....", replied Frodo. "I knew I should never have bought you Tales From Topographic Oceans...and that bloody record player is an anachronism anyway...you should get rid of it.", said Gandalf as he got up from his chair and staggered toward the small round window. "Oh bugger....it's that idiot Kirk again and his bloody starship...they've crash landed right in the middle of Hobbiton.", exclaimed Gandalf with faint signs of annoyance sweeping over his face. He straightened out his flares, buckled his sandals and made for the door...with Frodo scurrying after in a state of bemused excitement.... Next Week: Episode 2. Credits: ------- Story by: DJY Special Effects: DJY Photon Torpedoes Supplied By: DJY VAX Computer System kindly run by: Those Great Computer Centre People Prevailing wind and weather patterns by: The Coriolis Effect. Tune in again..same time..same channel...next week...for another thrilling episode. ─────────────────────────────────────────── * Forget the computer! Where's my abacus?
english.58 rzoltan,
/ Who plums you? Who cuts your hair if you're not from Nish?
english.59 gristic,
Vičite kad vam dosadi... VAX Trek V The Movie: "The Crunchy Bits" ---------------------------------------- Episode 2: ---------- Captain's log, CPU Time: 4:50 point 42 -------------------------------------- We have crash landed on a strange little planet which wasn't on any of the standard Federation star maps...or at least that's Mr.Sulu's excuse. Until we either fix or replace the burned out dilithium crystals in the warp drive unit we cannot take off. Scotty: "You BASTARD!!" Jim: "Pardon???!?" Scotty: "You do it deliberately don't you?..you wreck my engines every episode." Jim: "Calm down Scotty...I promise we'll get them fixed.." Scotty: "..you've been taking a sneak look at the script again haven't you??" Jim: "emmm...er...no of course not...I just get the feeling we'll get them fixed by the end of today's episode." Scotty: "...and how do you propose to go about fixing them?" Jim: "Well first of course we'll need a landing party...Any volunteers?" Spock: "I'll come..." Scotty: "...och ok I'll come.." Jim: "Right let's go...we'll pick up a few red jerseyed guards on the way down..." Š10 minutes later, they stand outside the EnterKey on what appears to be a rough cobbled roadĆ Jim: "Hmmm..a road eh...a sign of civilisation....set your phasers to 'kill'. Give me a tricorder reading Spock." Spock: "Atmosphere: breathable oxygen/nitrogen mixture..." Scotty: "..I should bloody well hope so.....and anyway..Federation Standard Landing Party Procedure states that tricorder readings of atmospheric content should take place BEFORE we set foot on the planet" Spock: "That's Federation bureaucrats for you....Someone should point out to them that it's only possible to take a tricorder reading once you're actually there..." Scotty: "but...but...but what happens if the atmosphere wasn't breathable?" Spock: "It always is...." Jim: "Anything else on the tricorder Spock?" Spock: "Yes I'm picking up some primitive radio frequency signals... ...here listen..." Š...it's a brand new dance now...come on baby..do the locomotion...Ć Jim: "..primitive indeed..." Spock: "I bet she's got nice legs though.." Jim: "Spock!..what's wrong with you...that was Scotty's line..." Scotty: "Never mind that...look!" ŠScotty points frantically at an angry crowd approaching...led by a tall white bearded old man in a funny pointed hatĆ Jim: "Right ..guards...blast them first..ask questions later.." ŠThe two red-jerseyed guards step forward, arm their phasers and take aim...Ć (uuuh...and the question is Emlyn...WHAT happened next?) ********************* Next Week: Episode 4. ************************ Credits: ------- Story by: DJY Special Effects: DJY Photon Torpedoes Supplied By: DJY VAX Computer System kindly run by: Those Great Computer Centre People Missiles launched by: Mistake Tune in again...same time...same channel...same BBS...tomorrow night... ...for another thrilling episode. ────────────────────────────────────────────── * After all life is only part of Computing !!!
english.61 gristic,
VAX Trek V The Movie: "The Crunchy Bits" ---------------------------------------- Episode 4: ---------- [...we left our heroes at the end of episode three (which was actually episode two of course) in a bit of a predicament. Advancing towards them was a very angry looking crowd of natives led by a tall old man with a white beard and a funny pointed hat. Captain Kirk gave the order to fire on the advancing crowd before it was too late....] Captain's log, Star date 4:59.42 (entry made by outdoor battery operated log) -------------------------------- We are completely surrounded by a VERY angry crowd of natives...Two of our guards have just been blasted by the old man with the beard who seemed to get rather upset when they first hit him with a couple of volleys of phaser fire. Luckily he seems to have calmed down somewhat, and is approaching me now..probably to parley....hold on he's getting very close and is still walking at quite a pace.....umph!... Gandalf: "Oh eck...sorry....eyesight's not s'good as it used to be..." Jim: (picking himself up off the ground and dusting off the...err..dust..(for want of a better word)) "That's alright" Gandalf: "What were those red things, by the way?....were they annoying you too?...I thought i better get rid of them before they did any harm" Jim: "Those red THINGS were members of my......err....actually no... I DON'T know what they were....It IS lucky you blasted them...they were about to attack us all I think" Spock: (in a confidential whisper) "Well done Captain...your diplomatic skills might be the best way to get around these savages" Jim: "Why thank you Spock...come to my cabin later on when we get back to the ship" Gandalf: "Stop muttering Kirk....I'm very angry with you" Jim (spluttering): "How do you know my name!??!?" Gandalf: "Remember the old man you used to use as phaser target practice when you were at Federation cadet school?" Jim: "Emmm..yes...that was YOU?" Gandalf: "Nope...I was his walking stick. I went through a bit of a phase in my early years....just research really...into the day to day lives of inanimate objects....but that's all irrelevant now. WHAT do you mean by disrupting the lives of these little people!" Jim: "I'm sorry about all this trouble we've caused, but we crash-landed I'm afraid. Our engines are completely useless until we can either repair or replace our burnt out dylithium crystals..." Gandalf: "Bugger that!...we want you out of here by teatime or else we'll have to take severe action!" Jim: (glancing nervously at the two dead guards) "emm...right we'll do our best.." Spock: (pointing at a small bearded person pushing a wheelbarrow) "I think we may be in luck Captain" Jim: "Who is he?" Gandalf: "Damn dwarf of course.....They're building what they call the very latest in large scale construction projects...the Hobbiton Megadrome....It's basically an urban bypass, conference centre, shopping mall and ring-road all rolled into one.....Groan...what am I doing..standing here nattering to you lot...I'm off...and I expect you to be gone by teatime remember!" Scotty: "Look Captain!..in the wheelbarrow...Dylithium crystals!" Jim: "Right...we'll play this strictly by the book...Spock, remind me of Federation standard code on opening friendly talks with alien lifeforms" Spock: "Subsection 5, paragraph 39a, clause 1: Hail the alien lifeforms in a friendly and diplomatic manner." Jim: "Oi!.Shorty!..Get yer backside over here with that wheelbarrow!" Dwarf: (drawing a rather lethal looking axe from his belt) "Kryvh ne grok!" Spock: "I think we have a communication problem here Captain..." Jim: "Rubbish!..he understood me perfectly! He's becoming tiresome anyway. Go and dispose of him with your Vulcan death grip and we can swipe the Dylithium." Spock: "I see a subtle flaw in that plan Captain... I fear I would not get close enough to administer the grip without my arms falling victim to the thrusts of his mighty weapon" Jim: "..I love it when you talk dirty.." Scotty: "I have a better plan.....we could all pretend to run off in sheer terror....he chases us...leaves the wheelbarrow...and Spock slips back to grab the crystals..." Jim: "I don't think any 'pretending' will be necessary...but anyway it's a brilliant plan! ....ok..on the count of 3...1.2.3...RUN for it!" [**** 20 minutes later on board the Enterprise ****] Spock: "The new crystals are installed and the warp engines are now fully operational, Captain." Jim: "That's all very well, but we've got a mad axe-wielding maniac of diminutive stature loose on the ship somewhere! He's already minced a troop of guards on deck 3..." Spock: "How did he get on board?" Jim: "He chased us all the way!..we didn't have time to shut the door behind us!....We'll have to forget about him till later....We have more urgent matters to attend to...like getting off this planet....What time do you make it Mr.Sulu?" Sulu: "230x9.5.400.45 Fed-secs, sir" Jim: "Give me that in English, Sulu" Sulu: "About teatime, sir" Jim: "Hit the gas pedal Sulu!..NOW!!" Sulu: "Aye aye Captain" Spock: (Thinking quietly to himself): Hmmm, I'm sure there's something in the Federation Code of Practice about not using warp drive in populated areas.....ah, what the hell........ Ho hum.....eh?...That's funny...I seem to remember Lt.Uhura being taller...and dear oh dear, that beard doesn't suit her at all.... ********************* Next Week: Episode 5. ************************ Galactic Credits: ---------------- Story by: DJY Special Effects: DJY (with help from an old washing up liquid bottle) Transporter Powered By: Duracell batteries VAX Computer System kindly run by: Those Great Computer Centre Peeps Missiles launched by: Computer Error Dwarves supplied by: Zorko's Dwarf Emporium Tune in again..same time..same channel...next week...for another thrilling episode....and remember...In Space..No One Can Hear You Being-Sliced-Neatly In-Two-By-A-Slightly-Upset-Axe-Wielding-Dwarf. ─────────────────────────────────────────────── * We're going to make you IBM compatible HAL...
english.62 gristic,
VAX Trek V The Movie: "The Crunchy Bits" ---------------------------------------- Episode 5: ---------- Captain's Log Stardate 3.1415927 -------------------------------- We are cruising at warp factor 3 in a previously uncharted corner of the galaxy and... Spock: "Excuse me for interrupting Captain, but must you use such simplistic and inaccurate language? The word "corner" just has no meaning in relation to the concepts of space and time, indeed it is even theorised that the words space and time themselves are ultimately just labels for indescribable and poorly understood deeper concepts." Jim: "....You do the damn log then smarty.." [**** BUMP !!! ****] Jim: "..What the..." Sulu: "Captain!..We've stoppped dead!" Jim: "Not AGAIN!...what have you hit THIS time....Yawn...Bring up the forward view on the screen." Sulu: "Aye aye Captain" Jim: "I don't believe it.....I just DON'T believe it..." Spock: "...highly illogical.." Sulu: "It would appear to be a large...wall..in fact..two large brick walls...meeting at approximately 90 degrees to each other....." Spock: "Groan..." Jim: "Ok Spock, you're fired." Spock: "But Captain!" Jim: "No buts....you're off at the next Federation Starbase" Spock: "Wait...this CAN'T be right...let me try something..." [Fiddles with various scanner controls...] Spock: "There! The scanners indicate the presence of 3 Klingon ships behind the walls...It's obviously just an image thrown up by their cloaking device." Jim: "Klingons!..I might have known....but how can a holographic image from a cloaking device actually feel solid?...we did get quite a thump when we hit it after all..." Spock: "Ah....good point" [There is an explosion on the forward viewer and a gaping hole appears in one of the walls...through which 3 Klingon battlecruisers emerge...] Spock: "Bang goes that theory..if you pardon the pun" Jim: "This is getting silly....who's writing this week's episode?" Sulu: "Scanners indicate that it's the same writer as for the other episodes" Jim: "Ok...we'll trust that he can get us out of this convincingly... Anyway....Uhura...open all hailing frequencies and make contact with the Klingon vessels" Uhura: "Aye aye sir..." Jim: "...and one other thing Uhura....get that beard seen to" Uhura: (Standing up suddenly brandishing a phaser) "Grrrrr! Ok I've had enough of you Kirk......All of you...over there..and get your hands up" ********************* Next Week: Episode 6. ************************ Galactic Credits: ---------------- Story by: DJY Special Effects: DJY Spock's Ears: Sort of pointy Transporter Powered By: Duracell batteries VAX Computer System kindly run by: Those Great Computer Centre Peeps Impostor Uhura Supplied By: Zorko's Dwarf Emporium Tune in again..same time..same channel...same BBS...tomorrow night... for another thrilling episode. SPECIAL OFFER: Get your own Tricorder, just like Mr. Spock's, for only 2 pounds 99p, from: Starship Enterprises, Mr.Spock's *Official* Tricorder Offer, PO Box 42, Pythagoras Street, Planet Vulcan. ──────────────────────────────────────────────── * Blessed are the pessimists, they make backups.
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Ne znam da li je bilo, al' ajde :) ---------------------------------- Forgotten Assembly Language Commands BBT Branch on binary tree PD Play dead BBW Branch both ways PDSK Punch disk BEW Branch either way PI Punch invalid BH Branch and hang POPI Punch operator immediately BMR Branch multiple registers BOB Branch on bug PS* Punch obscenity BOD Beat on drum PSD Pause and smoke dope BOI Byte operator immediately PVLC Punch variable length card BPDI Be polite, don't interrupt RD Reverse directions BPO Branch on power off RDS Read sideways BST Backspace and stretch tape RIRG Read inter-record gap CEMU Close eyes and monkey RPM Read programmer's mind with user space RSC Read and shred card CLBR Clobber register RSD On read error self destruct CLBRI Clobber register immediately RSTOM Read from store-only memory CM Circulate memory CPAR Crumple paper and rip RWCR Rewind card reader CRB Crash and burn SHAB Shift a bit CRR Convert to Roman Numerals SHLBM Shift a little bit more CU Convert to unary CZZC Convert zone to ZIP code SMR Skip on meaningless result DC Divide and conquer DWIMNWIS Do what I mean,not what I say SOT Sit on a tack SQSW Scramble program status word DMPK Destroy memory protect key DNPG Do not pass go SQPC Sit quietly and play DO Divide and overflow with your crayons EIOC Execute invalid opcode SRSD Seek record and scar EMPC Emulate pocket calculator disk EPI Execute programmer SRZ Subtract and reset to immediately zero EROS Erase read-only storage SSJ Select stacker and jam EXOP Execute operator EXPP Execute political STROM Store in read-only prisoner memory FSRA Forms skip and run away TDB Transfer and drop GFD Go forth and divide bits GFM Go forth and multiply UER Update and erase HCF Halt and catch fire record IBP Insert bug and proceed WBT Water binary tree IIB Ignore inquiry and branch WEMG Write eighteen-minute LCC Load and clear core gap MBF Multiply and be WPM Write programmer's fruitful mind MLR Move and lose record XSP Execute systems PBC Print and break chain programmer
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Assembler - A Formula I race car. Very fast, but difficult to drive and expensive to maintain. FORTRAN II - A Model T Ford. Once it was king of the road. FORTRAN IV - A Model A Ford. FORTRAN 77 - A six-cylinder Ford Fairlane with standard transmission and no seat belts. COBOL - A delivery van. It's bulky and ugly, but it does the work. BASIC - A second-hand Rambler with a rebuilt engine and patched upholstery. Your dad bought it for you to learn to drive. You'll ditch the car as soon as yoo can afford a new one. PL/I - A Cadillac convertible with automatic transmission, a two-tone paint job, white-wall tires, chrome exhaust pipes, and fuzzy dice hanging in the windshield. C - A black Firebird, the all-macho car. Comes with optional seat belts (lint) and optional fuzz buster (escape to assembler). ALGOL 60 - An Austin Mini. Boy, that's a small car! Pascal - A Volkswagen Beetle. It's small but sturdy. Was once popular with intellectuals. Modula II - A Volkswagen Rabbit with a trailer hitch. ALGOL 68 - An Aston Martin. An impressive car, but not just anyone can drive it. LISP - An electric car. It's simple but slow. Seat belts are not available. PROLOG/LUCID - Prototype concept-cars. Maple/MACSYMA - All-terrain vehicles. FORTH - A go-cart. LOGO - A kiddie's replica of a Rolls Royce. Comes with a real engine and a working horn. APL - A double-decker bus. It takes rows and columns of passengers to the same place all at the same time. But, it drives only in reverse gear, and is instrumented in Greek. Ada - An army-green Mercedes-Benz staff car. Power steering, power brakes and automatic transmission are all standard. No other colors or options are available. If it's good enough for the generals, it's good enough for you. Manufacturing delays due to difficulties reading the design specifications are starting to clear up.
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Q: Do you know, how the two Software Engineers change a lightbulb? A: They never would do that; that's a hardware problem!
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'Ajd i ja na tu temu. Nisam upore|ivao da li li~e. Since no one seems to be able to come up with a definitive list, here is one that hangs around on our machines. I have no idea of the origin and could not hope to trace it. The first (long) block is the 'original' set that we have and the others are later additions. I'm slighty surprised tho find that it doesn't seem to have BBW - branch both ways. Share and enjoy! Some more ASSEMBLER instructions for advanced programmers: BBI - branch on burned-out indicator BRH - branch and hang BPO - branch and power off INV - inquire and ignore RPB - reverse polarity and branch BRB - branch on beaver RWT - read and write while stretching tape DOV - divide and overflow SRZ - subtract and reset to zero ARZ - add and reset to zero SSW - scramble status word PIC - print invalid character RCS - read card and scramble data SSJ - select stacker and jam RCR - rewind card reader FSR - form skip and runaway SSD - stacker select disk EJD - eject disk RWD - rewind disk BSD - backspace dick PCD - punch disk PCO - punch operator WWR - write wrong record WNR - write noise record EIO - execute invalid op-code EXO - execute operator TRD - transfer and drop bit ECP - erase card punch RIG - read inter-record gap ERS - erase read-only storage DMP - destroy memory protect key UER - epdate and erase record MLR - move and lose record DIA - develop ineffective address HCF - halt and catch fire SCP - scatter printer RTP - reduce thruput (sic) LRB - lose record and branch JLP - jump and lose pointer RST - rewind and stretch tape RDI - reverse disk immediate BRL - branch and leak UCB - uncouple comms, lines and break SWT - select wrong terminal SSM - stacker select memory DIH - disable interrupts and hang RWH - rewind and crash heads VMA - violate maintenance agreement VFE - violate field engineer DIF - disable fuses DFA - disable fans BRO - branch and overheat EAL - enable A.C. to logic rack MES - melt ether station RIL - recite indecent limerick ISR - increment serial register CBE - cause bus error MMR - mouse move random EAO - enable A.C. to operator ENG - enable gravity DIG - disable gravity LUM - lubricate memory ESP - enable sprinkler system BSI - back up on sewer immediate JOB - jump on beaver NCW - notch carriage and way ENA - enable everything DIE - disable everything More assembler instructions JRA Jump to random address RPM Replace mainframe RPP Replace programmer UIN Use imaginary numbers HFU Hang to frustrate user BLV Blow valve PLW Plug wires UPW Unplug wires DRF Delete random file DRD Delete random directory DMR Demount random filesystem More assembler instructions - for communications programming CMA Connect modem to Australia HPN Hack Pentagon DHT Dial Hit-line PPH Phone phreak ! RVB Randomly vary baud rate CRL Crossed line DET Disable Ethernet 100 Call Operator More assembler instructions - for AI programming GNI Guess next input INI Ignore next input PAU Patronise user ANM Animate mouse JCO Jump to conclusion JWC Jump to wrong conclusion ARP Apply resolution principle MRP Misapply resolution principle AOR Apply Occam's Razor ──────────────────────────────────── * ORG.ASM Not Found. Wife not happy!
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A ovo je nastavak ... ;) PROGRAMMING LANGUAGES ARE LIKE WOMEN by: Daniel J. Salomon Department of Computer Science, University of Waterloo Waterloo, Ontario, Canada N2L 3G1 There are so many programming languages available that it can be very difficult to get to know them all well enough to pick the right one for you. On the other hand most men know what kind of woman appeals to them. So here is a handy guide for many of the popular programming languages that describes what kind of women they would be if programming languages were women. Assembler - A female track star who holds all the world speed records. She is hard and bumpy, and so is not that pleasant to embrace. She can cook up any meal, but needs a complete and detailed recipe. She is not beautiful or educated, and speaks in monosyllables like "MOV, JUMP, INC". She has a fierce and violent temper that make her the choice of last resort. FORTRAN - Your grey-haired grandmother. People make fun of her just because she is old, but if you take the time to listen, you can learn from her experiences and her mis- takes. During her lifetime she has acquired many useful skills in sewing and cooking (subroutine libraries) that no younger women can match, so be thankful she is still around. She has a notoriously bad temper and when angered will start yelling and throwing dishes. It was mostly her bad temper that made grandad search for another wife. COBOL - A plump secretary. She talks far too much, and most of what she says can be ignored. She works hard and long hours, but can't handle really complicated jobs. She has a short and unpredictable temper, so no one really likes working with her. She can cook meals for a huge family, but only knows bland recipes. BASIC - The horny divorcee that lives next door. Her specialty is seducing young boys and it seems she is always readily available for them. She teaches them many amazing things, or at least they seem amazing because it is their first experience. She is not that young herself, but because she was their first lover the boys always remember her fondly. Her cooking and sewing skills are mediocre, but largely irrelevant, its the frolicking that the boys like. The opinion that adults have of Mrs. BASIC is varied. Shockingly, some fathers actually introduce their own sons to this immoral woman! But generally the more righteous adults try to correct the badly influenced young men by introducing them to well behaved women like Miss Pascal. PL/I - A bordello madam. She wears silk dresses, diamonds, furs and red high heels. At one time she seemed very attrac- tive, but now she just seems overweight and tacky. Tastes change. C - A lady executive. An avid jogger, very healthy, and not too talkative. Is an good cook if you like spicy food. Unless you double check everything you say (through LINT) you can unleash her fierce temper. Here daughter C++ is still quite young and prone to tantrums, but it seems that she will grow up into a fine young woman of milder temper and more sophisticated character. ALGOL 60 - Your fathers wartime sweetheart, petite, well propor- tioned, and sweet tempered. She disappeared mysteriously during the war, but your dad still talks about her shapely form and their steamy romance. He never actually tasted much of her cooking, but they did exchange simple recipes by mail. Pascal - A grammar school teacher, and Algol 60's younger sister. Like her sister she is petite and attractive, but very bossy. She is a good cook but only if the recipe requires no more than one pot (module). Modula II - A high-school teacher and Pascal's daughter. Very much like her mother, but she has learned to cook with more than one pot. ALGOL 68 - Algol 60's niece. A high-society woman, well educated and terse. Few men can fully understand her when she talks, and her former lovers still discuss her mysterious personality. She is very choosy about her romances and won't take just any man as her lover. She hasn't been seen lately, and rumor has it that she died in a fall from an ivory tower. LISP - She is an aging beatnik, who lives in a rural commune with her hippie cousins SMALLTALK and FORTH. Many men (mostly college students) who have visited the farmhouse, enthusiastically praise the natural food, and perpetual love-ins that take place there. Others criticize the long cooking times, and the abnormal sexual postures (prefix and postfix). Although these women seldom have full-time jobs, when they do work, their employers praise them for their imagination, but usually not for their efficiency. APL - A fancy caterer specializing in Greek food. She can cook delicious meals for rows and rows of tables with dozens of people at each table. She doesn't talk much, as that would just slow her work down. Few people can understand her recipes, since they are in a foreign language, and are all recorded in mirror writing. LOGO - A grade-school art teacher. She is just the kind of teacher that you wish you had when you were young. She is shapely and patient, but not an interesting conversa- tionalist. She can cook up delicious kiddie snacks, but not full-course meals. LUCID & PROLOG - These clever teenagers show a new kind of cooking skill. They can cook-up fine meals without the use of recipes, working solely from a description of the desired meal (declarative cooking). Many men are fascinated by this and have already proposed marriage. Others complain that the girls work very slowly, and that often the descrip- tion of the meal must be just as long as a recipe would be. It is hard to predict what these girls will be like when they are fully mature. Ada - A WAC colonel built like an amazon. She is always set- ting strict rules, but if you follow them, she keeps her temper. She is quite talkative, always spouting army regulations, and using obscure military talk. You gotta love her though, because the army says so. Ima toga jo{. Mrzi me da kopam. ──────────────────────────────────── * A sysop's wife is a lonely one ...
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VAX Trek V The Movie: "The Crunchy Bits" ---------------------------------------- Episode 6: ---------- Captain's Log Stardate 42.424242 -------------------------------- We are being held at gunpoint by an impostor who was posing as Uhura, and to make matters worse, we are confronted by three Klingon battlecruisers.. Uhura: "Oi! what do you think you're doing! Get back over there and keep your hands up!" Jim: "I was just doing my Captain's log" Uhura: "I'll DO you if you don't watch it Kirk" Spock: "Little man, if he DOESN'T do the log then Starfleet Command will send out a patrol ship to look for us. And then we'd be rescued, you'd be caught, hung, and then given a fair trial. You wouldn't want that would you?" Uhura: "As long as you didn't put anything in the log that might arouse their suspicions..." Jim: "Oh no no, nothing of the sort....Just the usual stuff about the engines, the crew, the ship in general really." Uhura: "...Nothing about me?" Jim: "Nope...it completely slipped my mind that you were here actually.." Uhura: "Hmm..alright then...but check with me next time you want to do anything." Jim: (whispering) "phew!...that was a close one Spock....how long till Starfleet get here with the heavy artillery?" Spock: (whispering) "3.4212 hours approximately Captain" Jim: "Damn...how can we hold out here for over 3 hours?...I feel like I need to go and powder my nose already..." Checkov: "Here Captain, you can use mine" (producing a make-up set from his handbag) Jim: "Groan...Checkov...you must learn not to translate everything literally into Russian...when I say I want to powder my nose I mean...oh forget it......." Uhura: "Look you lot!..Stop muttering...just keep your hands up, and keep quiet!" (fiddling with a few switches on the communications panel) "Purple Hamster calling Klingon battlecruisers, come in please... Purple Hamster to Klingon battlecruisers..." ["This is Brown Envelope to Purple Hamster...we read you loud and clear.."] Uhura: "I have the crew at gunpoint....please come aboard.." Jim: "Why the dirty little!!....He's a Klingon agent..." Uhura: "Very observant of you Kirk...." Jim: "What are you after ...you..fiend!" Uhura: "For many years the Klingons have been trying to capture a Federation Starship...and at last we have succeeded..." Spock: "...The Federation's greatest technical secrets are incorporated into its starships.....they'll find out the secret of the warp drive system.......how our weapons work....how our transporters work..." Uhura: "Bugger all that.....we want to find out how to make our doors go 'Sheesh'" Jim: "How do you know OUR doors go ...'Sheesh'?" Uhura: "It's no use pretending Kirk, we have evidence...It took us many years to find out, but our greatest scientists built a new sensor device that could be used to detect the door noises on nearby starships..." Spock: (whispering to jim) "..very ingenious....but also extremely pointless.. ...Typical of the Klingons really....they've a lot to learn... ..and it has a lot to do with why we got our own TV series and they didn't..." Uhura: "Shut up.....and stand at attention...prepare to salute Commander F.J.Trouserpress of the Imperial Klingon battle legion..." [Trumpet fanfare, as the main doors to the bridge open.....] ********************* Next Week: Episode 7. ************************ Galactic Credits: ---------------- Story by: DJY Special Effects: Available at extra cost Transporter Powered By: Duracell batteries VAX Computer System kindly run by: Those Great Computer Centre Peeps Impostor Uhura Supplied By: Zorko's Dwarf Emporium Phasers: Set to 'kill' Tune in again..same time..same channel...same BBS...tomorrow night... for another thrilling episode. ────────────────────────────────────────────────── * SYSOP's read minds. But QWKly, very, very QWKly!
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PART I ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear SysOp: I am a new uzer. I am ate yearz old and I have just gotten my first modem. I like to download lotsa files as long as you don't hafta upload in return. Pleez give me access on your bord. Joe Blow. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Joe: I have given you minimal access in the kiddie file and message areas. We suggest that you learn to spell and learn your proper place in this community before attempting higher levels of access. SysOp ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear SysOp: I kant figure out how to D/L [note user's discovery of BBS abbreviations]. I have tried to use XModem with no sucsess, and then I tried ZModem and everything went kablooie. Please help me so that I can download your good filez. Joe Blow. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Joe: You're an idiot, but we like you. We think you have potential. I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to teach you how to use the file section, but you're going to learn to use it by UPLOADING [imagine teary-eyed face cringed with fear at this prospect]. Next time you log on, page me to chat and I'll show you how to upload a file. The SysOp ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear SysOp: Okay. Joe Blow ---------------------------------------------------------------------- [ Transcript of first chat with SysOp follows ] Select [M, F, E, C, P, G]: P Paging your SysOp! . . . . . . . The SysOp is here! Hello, Joe! NO CARRIER [ Joe hangs up, torn with fear ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- [ Transcript of second chat with SysOp follows ] Select [M, F, E, C, P, G]: P Paging your SysOp! . . . . . . . The SysOp is here! Hello, Joe! [ Long pause ] Heelo. Do you want me to show you how to upload, now? [ Another pause ] Yes. Okay...I'll walk you through it. Exiting chat ... Select [M, F, E, C, P, G]: F Select [U, D, C, L, F, S]: C Change to which area? 1 Changing to upload area (1). Select [U, D, C, L, F, S]: U Select a protocol <X> XModem <Y> YModem <Z> ZModem The SysOp is here! Okay, Joe. Tell your program you want to upload by pressing PgUp when you want to start the transfer. Exiting chat ... Select [X, Y, Z]: X Enter filename to upload: APROGRAM.ZIP Begin your upload procedure... 1 file(s) transfered successfully! The SysOp is here! See, that wasn't so hard, was it? Nnno. Well, to download, you do the same thing in reverse. Okay! Cool! By the way, what was it you uploaded, anyway? I don't know...I got it from one of my friends. It's something called a virus. NO CARRIER ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Joe: I looked at the program you uploaded. If you ever upload a virus again, I'll kill you slowly, and your little dog too. You have a lot to learn, kid. The mildly pissed SysOp ---------------------------------------------------------------------- PART II (one year later) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear SysOp: I uploaded those files you asked me for. My upload ratio is now better than my download ratio. Can you pleez let me in on some of the better file areas? Joe ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Joe: Okay. I think you deserve it. I'm going to let you into some of the other file areas. By the way, don't upload anything that has the words "cracked by" on it anymore. I could get in big trouble. By the way, a protocol is a way to transfer files, not a matter of etiquette. The SysOp ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear SysOp: Okay. I just thought you might like that game. Something about those Amazon Women just appeeled to me. Joe ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Joe: You skip school to call here, don't you? Can't you call somewhere else for a change? The SysOp ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear SysOp: You mean there are other BBSes out there? Why didn't you tell me about them before? Joe Blow ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Joe: You never were this annoying before. Try the "Weirdo's Hideaway", 555-6543. The SysOp ---------------------------------------------------------------------- [ The user does not call for 7 weeks, as he discovers other BBSes ] [ Eventually, he decides to call back and batch upload all the warez] [ That he collected on his leech festivals ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear SysOp: I learned how to phreak last week! It's a lot of phun and you don't have to pay when you download philes [ it is obvious that the kid has been calling California boards, where they spell all "f" sounds with "ph"]. Among the warez I'm uploading to you is a program called Code Thief. It will help you phreak too! Joe ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Joe: Phreaking is a bad business. Don't you think they can figure out where those calls you are making are coming from? They can. I suggest you stop before you get yourself and your parents in trouble. Your SysOp ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear SysOp: What's wrong with phreaking? It's not like it's illegal or anything. Joe. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Joe: You're so full of shit, you stink. Your SysOp ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear SysOp: One of my friends that I met on a board in California [ see! we told you ] had something happen to him called "getting busted." What does that mean? Joe ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Joe: It means that he was arrested. Probably for phreaking. He'll probably tell the feds that you phreak too in order to get a lighter sentence. You're fucked, kid. In fact, I'll probably delete you from here in case the feds start sniffing around. The SysOp. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- [ When the kid logs on next, he sees the following message ] Two four six eight, who do we appreciate? NOT YOU, NOT YOU, YEAH! Your access has been lowered to sub absolute zero. You are nothing. You can do nothing. Don't ever call here again or we'll shoot you with lime jello and throw you in a bathtub with Roseanne Barr. NO CARRIER Just kidding. NO CARRIER <click!> ---------------------------------------------------------------------- PART III ---------------------------------------------------------------------- [ About a month later, the kid calls the board under an assumed name ] [ By assumed name, I mean that the SysOp can do nothing but assume ] [ that it's the little leech. ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear SysOp: I am a new user and would like lots of access so I can upload and download. I don't use message bases because I think they're stupid. Joe Blow [ the kid realizes his mistake in putting his real name and tries in ] [ vain to use the message editor so he can remove his name and put ] [ in his alias ] *** [ He fails miserably and winds up with: ] Joe Blow Assumed Name How the Hell???? NO CARRIER W d h i I ? a d o t d ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Joe: Dear SysOp: What do you mean? I am a new modem user. I have never called a BBS before. Assumed Name. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Assumed/Joe/Whatthefuckeveryournameis: You're a little liar. Go to hell and don't ever call here again or I'll rape your sister. Eat me. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear SysOp: My sister's only 5 years old. [ SysOp breaks into chat ] The SysOp is here! That's all the better. I'll bring my shoehorn!!! [ Line noise, SysOp is screaming into phone with the wind of the big ] [ bad wolf ] NO CARRIER ---------------------------------------------------------------------- PART IV, in which the kid stops calling the board for a time to lay low. In the interim, the feds have come to his house to question him. He cracks under their interrogation and spills everything. The little shit names the BBS he has been calling for the last two years as his favorite computer hang out. How stupid. He must be a cabbage or something. After cracking under the pressure of the FBI he calls the SysOp to warn him and to make ammends. He fails miserably. NO CARRIER. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- [ After several attempts at logging on under his real name (which has ] [ been locked out of the system) he uses the name John Smith (how ] [ original...remember the cabbage?) and leaves a message to the ] [ SysOp ] Dear SysOp: I just thought I'd warn you that someone tipped the feds off about your board and that they'll be coming to question you about your illegal activities. Maybe you should go into hiding. Joe Blow, Shit...how do you edit a line...fuck fuck fuck. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Joe: You little prick!!!!!! What the hell did you tell them. I don't run no illegal board. I think I'll shoot you AND rape your sister and kill your little dog, too. As a matter of fact, I'm on my way. Shit, there's a knock at the door. It BETTER not be the feds. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- PART V, in which the kid and the SysOp make a court appearance and exchange heated words. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The courtroom is filled with credit card frauders and phreakers, much to the SysOp's dismay because it makes him look bad. The only thing that keeps going through his mind (driving him nuts) is "Good morning, the worm, your honor." He wishes he had a shotgun so he could shoot the kid. He does, however, have his shoehorn. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- PROSECUTOR: Mr. SysOp, you have a user on your BBS system named Joe Blow, is this correct. SYSOP : No, I used to, but I locked the little shit out. DEFENSE : Objection your honor, he's a little prick, not a little shit. JUDGE : Sustained. Mr. SysOp, I will kindly ask you to keep your answers truthful. [ Welcome to hell. How DO you like it??????? ] KID : I'm not either of those things! JUDGE, PROSECUTOR, DEFENSE, SYSOP, in unison : YES YOU ARE!!!!!!!!!! [ the kid shuts up ] KID : He sells stolen credit cards! JUDGE : Is this true, Mr. SysOp? SYSOP : Absolutely not! The kid's a liar! PROSECUTOR: Your honor, we would like a recess to build a case against Mr. SysOp. SYSOP : WHAT? You're going to believe this little fucker? DEFENSE : OBJECTION! JUDGE : Sustained! The court has already established that the little fucker is a little prick. DEFENSE : Your honor, we move for a mistrial! JUDGE : Fuck you, this court is in recess. [ The trial drags on and the kid's parents are finded copious amounts] [ of money, and the SysOp goes to jail for credit card fraud because ] [ the kid couldn't think of anything else to say about the SysOp to ] [ save his ass. ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- EPILOGUE ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Two years later, the SysOp got out of jail, but was promptly sent back on charges of raping a seven-year old girl, shooting the kid, and killing a little dog. He was sentenced to die in the electric chair, but went with a big grin on his face. The kid went to hell, where all little leeches eventually go. His sister went to hell too, and sold shoehorns for a living. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- THE MORAL SysOps: THIS COULD HAPPEN TO YOU! Don't let nine-year-olds on your BBSes! Ban the little leech!
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Ovo je nastavak, a imam jo{ na tu temu... ;) Ima nastavak, ali ne znam da li }u sti}i, imam jo{ 5 minuta. A Musical Drama in -V- Parts The Sequel from HELL INTRODUCTION ------------ It's now been, oh, about two months since the release of DEAD.DOC and the response to it has been astounding. In all fairness, I must state that I was roaring drunk when I wrote it. That, however, doesn't mean it isn't true and that it couldn't happen. We all know it is and it could. I would like to thank the following people for their contributions: Imaginos, who sat next to me and laughed until blue in the face while I was typing the original. He is also the contributor of such memorable gems as "the shoehorn joke," "your little dog too," and "fuck you, this court is in recess." Bluejeans and Jetski, who goaded me for the sequel. Ghostwheel (the person), for providing the discordian stimulation required to write such a text file while drunk. Thanks to all. P.S. If you want the make the story more interesting, and keep it in the spirit of what it's actually written about, you can use your word processor to do a global find and replace; change all occurrences of "George" and "Tunaman" to "Dyron," "Amg," or "Mirage." P.S.S. Imaginos contributed a GREAT DEAL to this sequel. His influence is evident all the way through it. CREDITS ------- Dedaparamaxxaginos Productions (lack-of-good) Management Staff -------------------------------------------------------------- Dedaparamaxx: Head writer, head dum kopf, head head. Imaginos: Master of cows and demented thoughts. Morgan Bluejeans: Cyberspace expert, maker of "big funnies." Tempus Fugit: Latin scholar, possessor of "outrageous French Accent." Sometimes, but not all times, staff writers ------------------------------------------- Jeff the Riffer: Evil! Evil! Evil! Diskwiz: Cyberspace engineer, editor-in-sleep. IF YOU'RE CRAZY ENOUGH TO WANT TO CONTACT US: --------------------------------------------- Dedaparamaxxaginos Productions, LTD, INC, PhD, BS, FTD. 8009 SW 55th PL Gainesville, FL 32608 No CODs please. We don't like getting fish in the mail. That is a REAL address, and any correspondence sent there will be answered according to our moods, but it WILL be answered. Letter bombs will be returned to sender, unopened. Drugs, money, complements, and general ramblings are accepted. To receive a group photo of the Dedaparamaxxaginos Productions staff, send a self-addressed, stamped envelope and a quarter wrapped in duct tape to the above address. Mail may also be sent to mongo@maple.circa.ufl.edu. And now, on with the show. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- PART -I- ---------------------------------------------------------------------- A brief introduction: It's a party weekend at a local SysOp's house where everyone is gathered to drink beer and watch a brightly dressed person bearing a whip run around on the TV screen stealing taxes from evil spanish land owners. Joe Blow's cousin thrice removed is at the party; his name, for the sake of fiction, is George Tush. His handle is Tunaman. George has vowed revenge for the unjust prosecution of his distant relative. We shall see what happens. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The scene: George enters, singing (see below). The house is a mess. Everyone is dropping potato chip crumbs on the carpet and spilling beer on one another. There are 10 people in the room, mostly young, all of them looking on George with disgust. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Enter George, singing: I am hear to seek revenge, For Joe Blow's unjust death. I intend to do so, By being a real pest! I know that somewhere in this town Is a relative of SysOp! I'm going to log on to his board, And cause a major lockup! [ The three females in the crowd jump up and begin dancing ] Dancers: He'll log on to his system, And cause a major lockup! Yes he'll log on to his system, And cause a major lockup! George: Now most of you don't like me, 'Cuz you think that I'm a nerd. But really that's not true, you see, I'm actually a turd! Dancers: He's actually a turd, he is! He's actually a turd! George: Well I don't like you either, But as long as I am here, I'll pretend like I'm online, And download all your beer! Dancers: He'll pretend like he's online, As long as he is here, He'll pretend like he's online, And download all your beer! ---------------------------------------------------------------------- New scene: George at his computer terminal. It is a 4.77MHz IBM PC with no disk drives using ROM BASIC. Somewhere, he has acquired a terminal program for ROM BASIC which he put into memory with a cassette drive. He has found the relative of the SysOp from the original DEAD.DOC who, oddly enough, is also called SysOp in this document. He has logged on, looked at all the ANSI screens at 1200 baud, and writes some feedback. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear SysOp: I would like access to everything on your board. All message conferences, all file areas (pirate ones included), all doors, and set all my flags and give me 120 minutes a day. You won't regret it. Trust me. Sincerely, Tunaman ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Tunatongue, err, Tunaman: You have been given minimal access. You may access all message boards and most file areas. We don't run pirate file areas here, so NYAH! You have 30 minutes a day. Try not to be such an asshole! The SysOp ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear SysOp: Waaaaaaaah. Sincerely, Tunaman. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- George moves on to the public message bases where he posts some malticious statements about UART chips, annoys the SigOp of the "Star Trek" discussion base by posting a message stating, in no uncertain terms, just what a putz Kirk actually was, and generally makes a nuisance of himself...especially, in the debate area... ---------------------------------------------------------------------- >> In a message posted on 11-7-91 Beopunk Cyberwulf writes << BCPW> And I'll SHOOT anyone who screams gun control in MY face. BCPW> Anyone who screams no nukes for that matter! Dear Beopunk Cyberwulf: You blithering liberals make me sick. All you ever do is complain! Gun control is a GOOD THING and I hope that it passes Congress. Then I hope the nail a REALLY BIG copy on your front door. Sincerely, Tunaman ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Tunabrain: You haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about, so leave me alone, you eleven year old blight on the population! Sincerely, Beo(I hope you rot in hell)punk Cyber(your little dog too!)wulf ---------------------------------------------------------------------- George discovers ANSI codes and posts the following reply in flashing red. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Beopunk Cyberwulf: Thhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- PART -II- ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Upon posting the reply, George logs off, eats a sandwich, and begins to wonder why nobody seems to like him. He decides that everyone besides him must be an idiot. He then begins to plot his revenge against SysOp. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- George (singing): No one seems to like me, And I really don't know why. They all become so angry, When I post message replies! But none of all that matters, I must devise a plan, To format Sysop's hard drives, And blow up his Novell LAN! [ The dancers from the party sneak in through a window ] Dancers: He'll blow up Sysop's LAN, he will, He'll blow up Sysop's LAN! He must devise a plan, he must, To blow up Sysop's LAN! George: I'll fry his modem's circuits, With an electric tesla coil! His EPROMs they will all explode, His parity chips will boil! Then I'll send a power spike, Of at least five billion watts, His CPU will be so fried, He'll wind up going nuts! Dancers: He'll send a power spike, he will, Of at least five billion watts! Sysop will not know what hit him, He'll wind up going nuts! George: And I will watch all this with glee, And chuckle when I do it! It will fill my heart with joy, To watch it go KABLOOEY! Dancers: KABLOOEY! KABLOEEY! It will go KABLOOEY! ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Cut to: George in his bedroom, trying in vain to manufacture a tesla coil. So far, all he has managed to do is singe his fingers and make his hair stand on end. He's been working on it for about two hours now and is almost done. He decides to take a break and harass Sysop some more. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Sysop: I downloaded a file from your file areas yesterday [duh, where the hell else would he get it? Stupid little shit.] and it had a virus in it! I ran the file FUCKYOU.EXE in the .ZIP file and my hard drive got formatted! [HE'S LYING! HE DOESN'T HAVE A HARD DRIVE!] Maybe you should delete it. Sincerely, Tunaman. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Tunaidiot: I checked the file areas and the only FUCKYOU.EXE that exists is one you uploaded. The one you uploaded, I might add, to sway your upload download ratio so you can download more. You make me sick. Sysop. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- It takes George three days to get the tesla coil working, but he finally does. After making the final preparations, he disconnects the mouthpiece on his phone so that only the bare wires are showing. He charges the tesla coil and calls Sysop's BBS number. Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep. RIIIIIIIIING! When he hears the carrier sound, he puts the bare wires up to the tesla coil. There was a terrible, ghastly silence. There was a terrible, ghastly noise. George makes his hair stand on end again. Far away, at Sysop's house, peripherals are melting. Sysop's monitor explodes. His RAM chips pop like Orville Redenbacher's best. His modem makes one final SQUEAK and goes silent. In short, everything goes KABLOOEY! ---------------------------------------------------------------------- PART -III- SYSOP'S REVENGE (muahahahahaha) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- When Sysop goes to the police and tells them about what happened, they tell him that there is nothing they can do about George unless they have some proof. Sysop says "fuck it" and decides to get a bunch of his friends over for a "kill Tunaman party." The scene is Sysop's living room (which, by the way, hasn't been cleaned since the party), the time is four past midnight. This is a major song and dance number, so it constitutes it's own part. Sysop, singing: This stupid little kid named George, Has blown up my BBS! We really must do something, To stomp his little ass! I appeal to all of you, My friends and goodly users, To help me nuke this little shit, And throw him down the sewer! Beopunk Cyberwulf: We will help you never fear, To get rid of this pest! Simply show us where he lives, And we will do the rest! Gelbarion: I will crush him with my fists, Because, like Arnold, I am strong! Then I will feed him to my dog, My German Shepherd, Kong! Imaginos: I will pop his head right off, His scrawny little torso, Then I'll shit right down his throat, And rip him a new asshole! Admiral Asshole: I'll bring my AK-47, And load it up with ammo! I'll cut the little dick in half, And use the halves as bookends! Imaginos (speaking): You idiot! That doesn't rhyme! Admiral Asshole (speaking): Fuck you! It's my part of the song! Imaginos (speaking) ASSHOLE! Admiral Asshole (speaking) That's my name! Wostgheel (ending the song with an operatic-like wailing): Leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet'sssssssssss Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssssssssssssssssst SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The scene ends with the BBS users dancing out the doors like they're going down the yellow brick road in Munchkin Land. ("We're OFF to kill the dickhead, da da da da da da da da"). PART -IV- ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The scene is the front of George's house. The Assembly of Death has collected its assorted implements of torture and is ready for anything. They go up to the door. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Sysop knocks on the door. There is a brief flittering of the curtains, and it is soon obvious that someone is doing a very poor job of concealing the fact that he's at home. Gelbarion knocks a little harder (WHAM! WHAM! WAAAAAAAAAAHM!) and the lights go out. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Imaginos knocks still harder yet and the door breaks in half. It reminds Sysop of the sound his modem made. This makes him madder. Imaginos: How's that for getting your foot in the door? Admiral Asshole: Shut up! I want to kill something. Beopunk Cyberwulf: It's very dark in there. Wostgheel: Don't worry, I brought napalm. Sysop: Now now, boys. Let's just go in. The Assembly of Really Really Mad People who are Out For Blood walk in through the door. Miraculously, someone finds the light switch. Oddly enough, this is also when they hear the back door slam. Imaginos (slapping Admiral Asshole): Goddamit! You let him get away! Admiral Asshole: Fuck you! You were the one who turned on the lights! Sysop: Shut up and get after him! They run outside. George is running so fast that he trips on an oak tree root and wipes out. He falls, face first, to the pavement. The Assembly of Really Pissed off People who Want Tunaman Dead converge upon him and there is much chaos. Beopunk Cyberwulf: Hello, GEORGE! Welcome to your coming of age ceremony--KLINGON STYLE, MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Imaginos: Move out of the way, I want to break his little toes. Admiral Asshole: Wait a minute, I saw him first! Let me burn his dick off! Gelbarion: Let me crush him, like Arnold would! Wostgheel: Leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet'sssssssssss Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssssssssssssssssst SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! There is much noise as the Assembly of Those Who Hurt People Really Really Bad for a Living attacks the defenseless, but deserving, George/Dyron/Amg/Mirage/[Asshole of your choice here]. This goes on for about two minutes, during which time we can hear: BONES CRACKING!!!!!!!!! (Crrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacccccccck!) PLEAS FOR MERCY (which go unheeded)!!!!!! SIRENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Imaginos: Goddamit! Who called the #$%#!!@ cops? Admiral Asshole: I told you to be quiet! Imaginos: I can't help it if he screams louder than Metallica! Beopunk Cyberwulf: Don't insult my heroes! Gelbarion: We should have cut out his voice box. Wostgheel: Giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeee! Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Kniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife! Imaginos (to Wostgheel): Will you stop that horrid operatic-like wailing?!?!? You were supposed to get that out of your system three scenes ago! The cops appear, in force, bearing guns, even though they aren't NEARLY as heavily armed as Our Heroes. Sysop, trying to hide the bloody but not yet dead body of Tunaman: Hello, officers! What can we do for you? Officer #1: You're under arrest. Gelbarion: But, kind sir, we are but poor vigilantes who, trying to act like Arnold, are helping to rid the world of foul, computer-killing vermin, like this guy here (points to George's body). Admiral Asshole: Will SOMEONE please tape his incriminating mouth SHUT?!?! Officer #2: Please put your hands over your head. Imaginos: I SEE BATS! Officer #1 (getting noticeably nervous): Please put your military-like armament DOWN and get against the wall and spread 'em! Imaginos (rapidly running his hands over his chest, like he's trying to get something slimy off): SNAKES!!!!!!! SNAKES!!!!!! SNAKES!!!!!! Where's my medicine! I need my medicine! (Looking at Officer #1) Did YOU bring my medicine? Sysop: We're doomed. Beopunk Cyberwulf (to Officer #2): Sorry about your family...TOMORROW! After a WHOLE lot of trouble, the ambulance takes George away to Shands (after using a crowbar to pry his modem out of his asshole) and the Assembly of Rather Humbled Modem Users Now That Their Weapons Have Been Taken are carted off to the big house. ----------------------------------------------------------------------
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PART -V- THE COURTROOM ---------------------------------------------------------------------- In an UNBELIEVABLE twist of fate, Our Heroes, and George (who has not yet fully recovered from the beating he took just ONE SCENE ago. George looks a great deal like Captain Pike sitting in his wheel chair) are sitting in the SAME COURTROOM that Joe Blow and the OTHER Sysop sat (you remember, the one who died in the electric chair) in during their experience with the American legal system. Fate has ALSO seen fit to provide Our Heroes with THE SAME JUDGE that Joe Blow and the other Sysop had. Life is weird some times, but it has its dramatic effects. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Enter Judge T. Harold Stone (no relation), singing: Now listen up you idiots, I'm having a bad day! And I want to get this over with, So my golf game I can play! [ Where did they come from??? Who knows, but HERE COME THE DANCERS! ] Dancers: He wants to play some golf, he does, He wants to play today! Let's all get this over with, He's having a bad day! Judge: You all know what the charge is, So let's not have any shit, Does the prosecution wish to start? Well, let's get on with it! Prosecutor: The state will prove, your honor, That the Assemb-ah-ly of Death, Did willfully attack George Tush, Armed with more than just bad breath! [ Admiral Asshole breathes on a fern and it dies ] Defense: We object your honor, sir, To these awful fabrications, That my clients have bad breath, When involved in altercations. Judge: Would you please hurry up, you goons, That we might leave some time today? I have to urinate, you see, In a very very bad way! Prosecutor: I call George Tush, your honor, sir, To take the witness stand, Bear in mind he can't speak well, Or raise his maimed right hand. Judge: Okay! Okay! Just question him, Let's get this over with! If we could stop this silly song... [ The music fades and the judge begins speaking normally ] We might be able to get out of here some time this century!!! Prosecutor: George, could you please tell us what happened when the defendants beat the shit out of you on May 22nd, 1992? George: Thertainly [ he says through thwollen, err, swollen lips ]. They came to my houthe and broke down the door with Imaginoth'th foot. Prosecutor: Your honor, we would like to enter into evidence, a picture of the foot in question. Judge: Okay, okay! Let me see it. [ Bailiff, who, oddly enough, is named Rusty but has no relation to the Rusty on the People's Court, hands the Judge a picture of Imaginos's foot]. Jesus Christ! That's disgusting! Imaginos: Would you like to SMELL IT? [ He takes off his shoe ]. Everyone in court room: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH! That's GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSS! Judge: Put that shoe back on or I'll hold you in contempt. Imaginos: I have nothing but contempt for this court. Sysop: We're doomed. Judge: Order! Order! [ He slams his gavel ] Goddamit! You made me smash my Life Savers! [ He takes a bottle of Chivas Regal out from under the bench and drains half of it ] Prosecutor: After they broke down your door, what did you do? George: I ran! What elthe could I do? They heard me go out the back door and they chathed me. Then thomeone, I think it was Gelbarion, shoved a modem up my athhole. It wathn't very pleathant, let me tell you. I've since had to buy stock in Preperation H. Then they just beat the shit out of me and my brain went KABLOOEY! Prosecutor: The State rests, your honor. Judge: Thank God. Does the defense have anything to present to this court before I send all of you to hell? Defense: Yes, your honor, we do. I would like to present Exhibit B. A tesla coil, which we intend to prove was used by George Tush, aka Tunaman, to destroy Sysop's $10,000 home computer and all of its data. Prosecution: Objection! Judge: Go to hell. Sysop: We're doomed. Beopunk Cyberwulf: Someone slap him! He's starting to sound like a broken record! Imaginos: This record skips. This record skips. This record skips. This record skips. This record skips. This record skips. This record skips. This record skips. Judge (slamming gavel): Shut up! Jesus, there go my cough drops! Defense: I call Imaginos to the stand, your honor. Sysop: We're doomed. Gelbarion (slapping Sysop): SHUT UP! We KNOW already! Judge: I'm in hell. Imaginos gets up [ he has put his shoe back on, thank God ] and takes the stand. Defense: Did you beat up George Tush? Imaginos: No. I only knocked on the door. It must have been some pretty faulty workmanship because it fell in and cracked in two. Defense: I see. Now, if you had hit the door as hard as the prosecution would like us to believe, your foot would have been injured. Was it? Imaginos: No. I usually break bricks with my head. Would you like me to demonstrate? [ He eyes George ]. Judge: Bailiff!!! Wack his pee pee! Imaginos: OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW! Gelbarion: You must whack HARDER! Like Arnold would! Judge: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! Imaginos: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW! Gelbarion: Better. Judge: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! Defense: No further questions. Judge: Would you like to cross examine. Prosecutor: NOT! Defense: Your honor, we would like to call Sysop to the stand. Judge: Whatever you want. Leave me out of it. Sysop takes the stand. Our Heroes all cheer. George Tush wets his pants. Good thing his injuries have forced him to also buy stock in Depends Undergarments (his pee pee was whacked rather hard with Arnold- like force). Defense: Mr. Sysop. You claim that your BBS system fell prey to the evil workings of George Tush and a tesla coil. Sysop: Yes, he was seeking revenge for the death of his buddy Joe Blow. Judge: Joe Blow? The same Joe Blow that was in my court room not more than a year ago? Sysop: The same, your honor. Judge: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! [ He finishes his bottle of Chivas ] Defense: Continue, Mr. Sysop. Sysop: Well, from what I can piece together, George built a tesla coil, called my BBS, and held it up to the phone line. Which caused my RAM chips to pop like popcorn and my peripherals to melt. Defense: Your honor, I would like to show the court George Tush's SINGED FINGERS as evidence of this heinous crime! Wostgheel: Are you sure that's not from the Nepalm? Imaginos: Shut up! Judge: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! Imaginos: This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! Admiral Asshole: WILL YOU BE QUIET!?!!?!? Defense: How much damage did this cause to your computer system, Mr. Sysop? Sysop: About ten grand. I put my SOUL into that system, like most people do! We Sysops are a strange breed. We do everything for our users, and little shits like George exploit us... [ He breaks into song ] I run my BBS, you see, So other people benefit, But some folks like George Tush, you see, Take advantage of it. Download all day long, they do, And never ever upload, And when they DO write messages, My modem seems to overload! [ Enter dancers. This is getting ridiculous. ] Dancers: His modem overloads, it does! His modem overloads! People like George post garbage, And his modem overloads! Sysop: I don't get any thanks, you see, And sometimes I'm depressed, That my download areas, Don't get any rest. I believe that information's free, And communication too. I run my system free of charge, [ he looks at George ] But not for punks like you! Judge: STOP SINGING! AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Imaginos: This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! Judge: Bailiff! Imaginos: OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Sysop: Now why can I get any thanks, I really want to know! I put my heart into my work, And all HE does is download! Dancers: He puts his heart into his work, And all HE does it download! Wostgheel: Leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet'sssssssssss Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssssssssssssssssst SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! [ The song ends ] Judge: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! I've had enough!!! I quit! [ He looks at Our Heroes ] All of you are innocent. Free to go! Just get out of here! [ He looks at George ] You're an asshole. I sentence you to death. I hope it's painful. Wostgheel: Leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet'sssssssssss Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssssssssssssssssst SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Judge: You're right. [ He pulls an Uzi from under the bench and blows George away ] Jesus that felt good. I feel like a new person! Bailiff! Imaginos: OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Judge: Bailiff! Get these people out of here and then arrange for my IMMEDIATE transportation to the Alan Parsons Institute! I QUIT! I've had enough! For thirty years I've been doing this and I'm sick of it!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Imaginos: This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! Judge: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Imaginos: This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! Judge: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fade out and cut to and aspirin commercial. Then, cut to an overview of the courtroom. Everyone is gone, except for the body of George Tush, aka Tunaman. The background music should be very serene, as if this tragedy could have been avoided. It could have been avoided and we all know that! DON'T ALLOW NINE YEAR OLDS ON YOUR BBS's! Or ANY asshole for that matter! You SEE what could happen. The scene fades to black and we see some of that goofy text that explains what happens to each of the characters after the movie when the movie has become so long that they don't have TIME to show what actually happens. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Sysop managed to collect another computer from his insurance company and never EVER let another nine-year-old on his BBS. Imaginos had foot surgery and a lobotomy to keep from skipping all the time. He was later eaten by white cannibals on an island off the coast of Africa. Wostgheel became a terrorist and went to Nicaragua with his napalm and a machine gun. As far as we know, he is still alive and causing much chaos. Gelbarion when to Austria to study at the Arnold Schwarzenegger School of Looking German and Being Tough. Beopunk Cyberwulf went on to blow up Harvard Law School because they "were being silly." Admiral Asshole still is and always will be. The authors went on to nurse their hangovers and went on to write more demented text files. Thank you all, and have a good night. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────── * Don't try this at home, kiddies! I *AM* a professional! ;)))
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VAX Trek V The Movie: "The Crunchy Bits" ---------------------------------------- Episode 7: ---------- Captain's Log Stardate 42.5 --------------------------- ..well...the entrance of Commander Trouserpress WOULD have been pretty impressive had he not tripped on the steps and broken his neck. Some Klingon guards have just arrived to stretcher him away, and it looks as if our impostor Uhura has assumed control of the Klingon boarding party. They seem to be taking apart the ship piece by piece in search of the door Sheeshing mechanism, but hopefully we can stall them long enough to prevent them finding it before the Federation rescue ship saves us. Uhura: "Kirk? You doing that Captain's Sod thing?" Jim: "It's a LOG ....and YES I am doing it!" Uhura: "Good...but remember..no funny business...and no mention of anything out of the ordinary" Jim: "Yes yes....don't worry.." Uhura: "By the way, Kirk, if you don't tell us where the door sheeshing mechanism is hidden we'll start systematically beaming members of your crew into deep space." Jim: "You fiend....you'll never get away with this!...and a triple fanged swamp Norgoid from the planet Barf couldn't drag the information out of me..." Uhura: "..sorry...did I not mention that you'd be the first to be beamed?" Jim: "..Ah....It's under the cistern in the toilet complex on deck 3b" Uhura: "I knew you'd come round to my way of thinking Kirk.....Guards!..watch them carefully til I get back." [The Uhura impostor leaves the bridge, leaving two Klingon guards to keep an eye on the Enterprise crew members] Jim: "That should give us some breathing space....let's see now..236 cubicles.. at 1 cistern per cubicle...that's 235 cisterns...and at say 1 minute to search each one...that makes..." Spock: "Excuse me Captain...shouldn't that be 236 cisterns?" Jim: "Should it?" Spock: "Well usually it has been my experience that 236x1 is 236, thus since there are 236 cubicles, with 1 cistern per cubicle, that must mean there are 236 cisterns" Jim: "Are you sure you can do it that way?...I remember actually counting all the cisterns one day, just in case it might come in useful, and I'm pretty sure there were 235.....though I suppose I could have miscounted......" Spock: "....yes well let's just say that if Uhura searched every one it would take something approaching 4 hours...but you really have to take into account that on average he really only needs to search half of them.. indeed..we might be unlucky and he might find it straight away..." Jim: "Basically you're saying we have a completely indeterminate amount of breathing space.....ok let's make the best of it...Spock, remind me of Federation Standard Code on Dealing With Klingon Boarding Parties" Spock: "Look it up yourself...there's the manual.." Jim: "Spock!.That's an order!" Spock: "Listen...I'm not here to act as a walking library for you, just because you're too lazy to pick up a book and read it for yourself.. The Vulcan mind is for higher things...I didn't want to be a ship's Science Officer anyway....I wanted to be a lumberjack...striding through the forests of British Columbia...the maple, the larch.. the mighty Scots Pine!...." Jim: "Hold him down!...he's taken one of his funny turns...." [They all leap on top of Spock and pin him to the floor....] Spock: [muffled under a pile of bodies] "...I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK..." Bones: "Keep him still while I administer the injection!" Spock: "....I wish I'd been a girlie..just like my dear papa......." Bones: "He should be out cold for about ten minutes, but hopefully when he wakes up he'll be back to normal..." Scotty: "By the way, Dr.McCoy, where did you appear from?" Bones: "I've been here all the time...I just haven't had any lines for quite a while." Scotty: "Me neither...do you think they're trying to write us out of the series?" Jim: "Quiet you two...the Klingon guards are watching us suspiciously.." Scotty: "Maybe if we created a commotion over here as if one of us was going seriously mad, they'd come over and we'd jump up and disarm them..." Jim: "Damn...damn damn damn...." Bones: "What is it?" Jim: "We did that bit all wrong....Scotty should have said his last line BEFORE Spock went cuckoo" Bones: "We'll have to think of something else then....emmm...." Checkov: "I have an idea Captain" Jim: "Oh shut up Checkov, can't you see we're trying to think!" Checkov: "But it might just work" Jim: "Checkov, be QUIET!.....Now Bones, how about if we all started singing and dancing? They'd come over to see what we were doing, then we'd jump on them." Bones: "They weren't very interested in the commotion Spock caused...so I reckon they've been warned about any such tricks we might play..." Jim: "Oh alright Checkov....out with it!" Checkov: "This is a bit of a long shot Captain, but why don't we just blast them with our phasers?" Jim: [Sarcastically] "VERY clever Checkov....and I suppose if YOU boarded an enemy ship and took its crew prisoner, you'd let them keep their weapons?" Checkov: "....THEY did...." Jim: "Don't be stu...uh!......I DON'T believe it!" Checkov: "Can I fire first then?" Jim: "No, I'll shoot first.....ready?...set phasers to kill.....fire!!" [The two Klingon guards are instantly vapourised...along with a good deal of very essential, and very expensive communications and sensor equipment in the panels behind them...(This has no significance to any future turn in the story..I just thought I'd mention it to show you that we're not skimping on the special effects)] Jim: "Right!...to the turbolift!" [They all leap across the floor and make for the double doors at the back of the bridge..] [Sheesh...] [aaaaaaaaaaargh!!] ********************* Next Week: Episode 8. ************************ Find out next week what they found in the turbolift....was it Spock's used underwear? Was it Scotty's pet haggis? ....Can you stand the suspense? Can I think up something convincing?....Will Bones and Scotty get more lines to say?......Just tune in next week and all will be answered.... Galactic Credits: ---------------- Story by: DJY Special Effects: The CNBR10 Corporation Transporter Powered By: Duracell batteries VAX Computer System kindly run by: Those Great Computer Centre Peeps Impostor Uhura Supplied By: Zorko's Dwarf Emporium Phasers: Set to 'kill' Bone's Lines: Approved by the BMA Scotty's Accent: Improving with practice. Tune in again..same time..same channel...same BBS...tomorrow night... for another thrilling episode. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────── * How does Michael Jackson pick his nose? From a catalog!
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(:> THE MORAL (:> (:> SysOps: THIS COULD HAPPEN TO YOU! Don't let nine-year-olds on (:> your BBSes! Ban the little leech! Dejan je verovatno isekao nešto sa kraja ove (zabavne) pričice: "(Based upon a actual story)" (: Sean :)
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VAX Trek V The Movie: "The Crunchy Bits" ---------------------------------------- Episode 8: ---------- [Sheesh..] [Aaaaaaaargh!] ....forgetting that the turbolift would not actually BE there at bridge level, they all charge through the door and fall down the lift shaft... ....luckily only about 16 feet down, they meet the lift coming up, and land with a resounding OOOOOMPH! on something soft... Jim: "What the..." Scotty: "...where did all these jerseys come from??!!?" Jim: "...your guess is as good as mine Scotty......wait a minute..they're all yellow or blue....this is VERY suspicious.." Bones: "ah!....so it's true...." Jim: "What is?" Bones: "I've been hearing rumours that there's an illegal black market on the lower decks, dealing in non-red jerseys......but up till now I hadn't given it much credence." Checkov: "That's a big word Dr.McCoy.." Jim: "Shut up Checkov... I bet those two new Italian crew members, Nickedyatelli and Videonasti have got something to do with it......Damn suspicious pair of characters they are....hanging around the rec. rooms with their dark glasses and their violin cases." Bones: "..yes but I wonder where they got all these jerseys from..." Jim: [Holding one up for close examination] "ha!...by the look of them, they've knitted them themselves........How on earth they expect ANYONE to think they'll pass as real jerseys I don't know.." Scotty: "Cough..." Jim: "What's the matter Scotty?..." Scotty: "uh...oh..nothing cap'n..." [fiddling frantically with some loose ends of wool from his own jersey....which interestingly is yellow today rather than his usual red.] Bones: "Sssh!...listen...Uhura has returned to the bridge..." [There is some cursing and swearing from below.....followed by an "aha!", followed by the sound of an unconscious Vulcan being kicked by someone posing as a starship's communications officer in a red dress with a very short skirt.] Spock: "...oooooooer....what the...uuugh...get your hands off me you evil little man!" Uhura: "Where are your comrades, fool??!" Spock: "Comrades?...ah so that's it..you're some kind of pinko commie marxist aren't you?" Uhura: "What!?" Spock: "It won't work you know...it all depends on properly integrating the original class ridden social structure into a single party state where absolute individual equality is the ideal. However, in order for this to have some degree of control, someone has to be a leader, thus immediately destroying the original founding principle of equality. Mind you, past cases show categorically that this form of government wins you more medals at the Olympic games." Uhura: [Waving his phaser menacingly] "Look...I've had just about enough of you ...anyway I've found what I was looking for...." Spock: "...what? the door sound mechanism?" Uhura: "..Yes...though I must admit I'd have thought the Federation's technology was a BIT more advanced than an old battery operated tape recorder stuffed under a lavatory cistern...." Spock: "Yes well, admittedly it's a bit 'low-tech' but we like it" Uhura: "Well I can't stand around all day wasting my time with you...I'm off" Spock: "You mean you're leaving?..." Uhura: "...that's USUALLY what one means when one says 'I'm off'...rather than 'I'm decomposing and smelling quite badly'...obviously from the context you can tell I didn't mean the latter." Spock: "..Oh I dunno..." Uhura: "....Just for that I'm going to make sure this ship and all crew on it are blown to smithereens as soon as I beam back on to the Klingon flagship." Jim: "Hold it right there..." [Throwing a spare phaser across to Spock] Spock: "Well done Captain.." Jim: "Now drop your weapon Uhura.....and CAREFULLY put the tape recorder on the floor...then raise your hands above your head" Uhura: "grrr.." Checkov: "It's just like in the movies.." [Suddenly three globular entities begin to materialise in the centre of the bridge...] 1st Being: "Greetings,... we are the Nurbs of Morris Minor, Guardians of the Floating Point Exception, Supreme Nobless of the Sheep Squeezers of Splatigan Five, and utter Overlords of the Universe." Jim: "...emm..shouldn't that be 'Nobles'?" 1st Being: "..well..no actually..'Nobless'...it's a bit embarrassing really" Jim: "Look..we're a bit busy at the moment..." [consulting a small black book] "...could you come back in the next episode?" 1st Being: "2 o'clock, next Wednesday?" Jim: "Yes...we should be able to fit you in about then...I'll make a note of that...see you then" [The three globular beings vanish as interestingly as they arrived..] Jim: "Right where were we?" Checkov: "We were about to lock up this impostor in the brig until we get to a starbase where he'll be tried for spying, hijacking, and treason." [There is a flash...and a puff of thick smoke...When the smoke clears, a small pile of ash lies on the floor where Uhura once stood] Jim: [re-holstering his phaser] "..Honestly...I just CAN'T be bothered with damn formalities.." ******************************************************************************* Tune in next week for a new adventure... Will Spock be awarded an honorary degree in Politics and Social Studies? Will Nickedyatelli and Videonasti get their knitting patterns sorted out? Will Jim get a chance to do his log? Galactic Credits: ---------------- Story by: DJY Special Effects: The CNBR10 Corporation Transporter Powered By: Duracell batteries VAX Computer System kindly run by: Those Great Computer Centre Peeps Impostor Uhura Supplied By: Zorko's Dwarf Emporium Phasers: Set to 'kill' Bone's Lines: Approved by the BMA Scotty's Accent: Improving with practice. Tune in again..same time..same channel...same BBS...tomorrow night... for another thrilling episode. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────── * !CAUTION! Taglines may be hazardous to your disk space!
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The much-coveted finale! "Our Heroes enter Cyberspace" OR "Ghosts in the Machine" OR The return of Joe Blow and George Tush A NON-musical drama in five parts ("And now here's something we hope you'll REALLY like!!") ---------------------------------------------------------------------- PART -I- Oh shit, they're baaaaaaaaaaack! ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The scene: Sysop and Beopunk Cyberwulf are sitting at Sysop's machine. They are logged on to the University of Florida VAX and are exceeding their disk quotas. Bad. Naughty. Oh well. All of a sudden, a terrible, ghastly light flashes on the screen (Sysop now has a brand new 486-10000MHz that he bought with the insurance money he collected, with an LGA [ludicrous graphics array] and a 115K baud modem). After the light dies away a single, lone window appears on the screen. /--------------------------------------------\ | | | We're Baaaaaaaaack! | | | \--------------------------------------------/ Sysop: It can't be! Beopunk Cyberwulf: Be what? It's just a window. Sysop: You're right. I probably have some harmless virus. Beopunk: Press a key and see what happens. Sysop presses a key. The box is replaced with. /--------------------------------------------\ | | | Nice hard drive. | | | | Too bad it's being FORMATTED! | | | | Muahahahah. | | | \--------------------------------------------/ The light on Sysop's 10.2 Terabyte hard drive begins to flash. He reboots to try and save his data. This does not work. When the system reboots, he gets the message: Insert system disk in drive A:. Sysop: Fuck! Those little TURDS! Beopunk Cyberwulf: We MUST do something. Sysop: You're right. We must reassemble "The Assembly of Death!" (Trumpets play in background) Fade to: Imaginos's bedroom. It's even more disgusting than his foot. There are socks everywhere, broadcasting unuseful smells. His phone rings. Imaginos (picking up the phone): WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTT?!?!?!?! Sysop's voice (as if coming out of phone): Um, is Dave there? Imaginos: WHO WANTS TO KNOW???!?!?! Sysop: It's SysOp. Imaginos (becoming bright and cheery): Oh! Sysop: We have a problem. Joe Blow and George Tush are back, in the form of computer viruses. They formatted my hard drive and . . . There is a kind of Speedy Gonzalez sound and Imaginos disappears, and the phone falls to the ground. He always moves fast when there's something to be killed. Fade to: Admiral Asshole's house. He is sitting in front of the TV watching professional wrestling and cheers as "The Undertaker" puts "Ivan Teartitsoff" into a coffin and sets it on fire. Admiral Asshole: Yeah! Yeah! Burn the fucker's LEGS OFF! Out front there is a SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEECHING of tires. There are several very LOUD footsteps coming closer and closer. Then: WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! as the door shakes in its frame. Imaginos (from behind door): Wake up goddamit! We have to go and kill something. Admiral Assholes' serious face changes into a smile of malicious glee. There is the Speedy Gonzalez sound again as he rushes off into his bedroom to get his AK-47 and some hand grenades. He opens the door and meets Imaginos. They get into Imaginos's Sherman Tank and speed off to Sysop's house. Fade to: Sysop's living room. It STILL has not been cleaned since the party at the beginning of DEAD2. Someone has, however, taken the time to cover the slime mold next to the TV with a poster of Guns -N- Roses. The Assembly of Death is sitting down wherever they can, due to all the junk littering the real furniture. Sysop calls the meeting to order: Sysop: Friends and goodly users. I would like to start out by stating that THIS SUCKS. We killed these bastards once, and now they're back, reincarnated as vicious computer viruses. Since I spoke to you all, they have infected the VAX, The Crucible, Gridworks Systems, and Helter Skelter. We don't care much about Helter Skelter. In fact, we think they're partially guilty, so we're not going to worry about them. Also, Draggin' Tail has become completely worthless, but we already knew that; its just more apparent now. To tell you the truth, I really don't know how to go about fixing this problem. Does anybody have any ideas? Gelbarion: Can't we just crush them, like Arnold would? Sysop: You know what happened last time, Gelb. Admiral Asshole: Let's burn their dicks off. Sysop: No good. You can't burn the dick off an electronic impulse. Wostgheel: Leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetttttttttt's Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssssst Shoooooooooooooooooooooooootttttttttt Theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemmmm! Sysop: No singing! This is a NON-musical drama goddamit. And besides, they're too small to hit accurately. No, I think this is going to require DRASTIC measures. I think this is going to require...dare I say it?...a journey into------cyberspace. All (except Sysop): Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Imaginos: Rick Wakeman would make a great soundtrack for this. Wostgheel: You be cool. Sysop: Wostgheel, you have the most experience with this sort of thing. Do you think you could take us into cyberspace? Wostgheel: I don't know...that's pretty hard . . . Sysop: Please! The Gainesville BBS network NEEDS you! Wostgheel: . . . it's very difficult to accomplish properly. You have to take all kinds of factors into account . . . Sysop: You can bring your napalm. Wostgheel: . . . but you talked me into it. When do you want to leave? Sysop: As soon as possible. Does everybody have enough weapons? Everyone assembled pulls out some kind of deadly weapon of one sort or another. There is enough armament present to make Saddam Hussein drool with delight. Sysop: Great! Wostgheel, do your stuff. There is a ominous silence as all eyes turn to Wostgheel. Wostgheel closes his eyes and the room begins to change. Here and there, little things change shape: the slime mold turns into a fuzzy squirrel and runs away. The sofa turns into a giant lizard who scurries away with fear. In the center of the room, a slowly turning vortex takes shape. Looking into the vortex, one can see a deep blackness that is broken only by occasional pulses of light. Wostgheel: Okay, everybody. Into the vortex! Gelbarion: I don't know about this . . . Sysop: Gelbarion! That is a very UN-Arnold like thing to say. Gelbarion jumps into the vortex. Wostgheel goes in after him, followed by Imaginos, Admiral Asshole, and Sysop, who states "They're doomed," before jumping in. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- PART -II- Cyberspace ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Our Heroes manifest inside Sysop's computer. It looks like they are floating above New York City at night. It's beautiful. There are uncountable lights, of all colors everywhere. Flashes of light, like photons of all colors of the spectrum, travel along great subways of circuitry. Our Heroes are awestruck. Imaginos: Wow, man! That's cooooooooooooooooool! Wostgheel: You'll get used to it. NOT! Imaginos: I wanna STAY here. Wostgheel: NOT! Sysop: It's beautiful. Gelbarion: Arnold would approve. Beopunk Cyberwulf: Yawn. Admiral Asshole: Where's my AK-47??? My hand grenades? Wostgheel: All your earthly possessions have been "translated" into a form that befits our environment. For instance, this is my napalm: Wostgheel holds up about 20 hot pink cubes that say "Norton Disk Doctor" on them. Admiral Asshole searches his pockets and comes up with some cubes, similarly colored that say "FORMAT.COM" He finds another cube, colored green, that says "VMS Operating System" on it. Sysop: Jesus, Admiral A! That'll KILL them! VMS...scary. Gelbarion pulls out a pink cube that says "FluShot+". Imaginos finds that his hand gun has turned into "REBOOT.COM" and that his Rambo Knife has turned into "QBBS.EXE". Imaginos: Oh my GOD! If that doesn't kill them, I don't know what will! Ooooooooh! He puts it back in his pocket and wipes the slime off his hands. Sysop: We'd better get going. The way my computer has been behaving after they were here, it's likely to power down any second. As if on cue (in fact it IS on cue, this is a screenplay, remember?) the loud hum that has been in everyone's ears since they got here dies down and the lights begin to dim. Sysop: Oh shit! That happened as if it was waiting for me to say that! Imaginos: It was, didn't you read the script! Sysop: Who had TIME man! I do have a *REAL* job, you know. Wostgheel: Might I suggest that we get the hell out of here? Our heroes move from drive A: into drive C:. Drive C is not nearly as pretty as drive A since George and Joe were here. Instead of light, there is darkness everywhere. The little bastards have written graffiti on the drive head: "You suck, we rule! Heheheheh! We'll teach you to kill US! Muahahahahah!" Wostgheel: We have to get to the modem! It's our only hope! Sysop: This way!!! They follow Sysop into the serial port, where the lights are on again, but are dimming rapidly! Sysop: Quick! We'll follow the parity bit to the modem! They hop on the back of a green pulse of light and are whisked away into Sysop's modem. Imaginos: Help us Obi-Wan-K-ZModem, you're our only hope! Wostgheel: Stop being silly and dial the VAX! Imaginos: Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep! Sysop: We're doomed. Imaginos: Don't start that shit again, or I'll start skipping! Beopunk Cyberwulf: Where's Rusty the Bailiff when you need him? They enter the phone lines and are whisked away . . . ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Part III The VAX ---------------------------------------------------------------------- They arrive in a place that looks similar to Sysop's computer but is a WHOLE lot bigger. Imaginos: Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhooooooooooooooo! Admiral Asshole: Shut up or they'll hear you! Everyone else (in unison): NOT! There are packets of information flying everywhere. Most of them are multi-colored, but a scary majority of them have become corrupted and are pitch black. Wostgheel: Shit, if I had a shotgun, we could go skeet shooting! Sysop: Guys! We're here for a PURPOSE! Remember, we're here to kill-- Imaginos: Killkillkillkillkillkillkill! Sysop: --those two little pricks. I can see they've already been here. Beopunk Cyberwulf: I don't mean to be the bringer of bad news, but those black packets are becoming more and more frequent. If they get to the Internet, I don't even want to THINK about the damage they could do. Sysop: Can't we stop them? There has to be a way! Wostgheel: We can't stop the individual packets, but we CAN find the source of them and destroy it. [ He turns to Beopunk ] If you were a virus, what would be the place you would infect! Beopunk Cyberwulf: You're nuts!!! [ Pun intended, ed. ] There are HUNDREDS of possible places . . . Wostgheel: But which would be the most likely? Beopunk Cyberwulf: Ooooooooh! I don't KNOW! Why do *I* always get the hard questions . . . Wostgheel: Beo . . . Beopunk's face turns to a look of fear. Beopunk Cyberwulf: Oh shit. They've infected the FTP program!!! Imaginos: We must find it! Sysop: Lead the way, Beo. Our Heroes go through innumerable subdirectories (which is scary, this is VMS, remember? MSDOS forever!). As they float about, the black packets become more and more abundant. They almost run into a couple of them. At last, they arrive at the proper directory. The FTP program image lies before them. It's a scary-looking structure, that is emanating black packet upon black packet. Admiral Asshole: Stand back! I'm going to nuke it with my VMS cube! Beopunk Cyberwulf: Noooo! It's immune to that! Besides we will need it for [ominous pause] the FINAL BATTLE. Imaginos! Reboot it! Quick! Imaginos (blushing slightly while putting one finger in his mouth): Ummmmmmm. I can't. Beopunk Cyberwulf: WHY THE HELL NOT?!?!?! Imaginos (still blushing): I already used it . . . Beopunk Cyberwulf: On what? Imaginos (STILL blushing, eyes cast downward): Ummmm. On myself. It's better than valium . . . Sysop: We're doomed. Admiral Asshole: STOP THAT! Beopunk Cyberwulf: Well, I have this cube here that says ProDOS on it, but it may not be powerful enough . . . Wostgheel: Don't talk! USE IT!! Beopunk throws the shit-brown cube labeled ProDOS into the image. Almost immediately, the black packets stop. The remaining black packets get sucked into a void of nothingness that manifests within the image. Our Heroes notice that they, too, are being sucked into it. Sysop: Shit! We're being sucked in with the black packets! Imaginos: It just goes to show you that ProDOS is too horrible to contemplate. Beopunk Cyberwulf: SHUT UP! Wostgheel: Ummm, guys, we need to get out of here before we all become files marked for deletion . . . Beopunk Cyberwulf: To the modems! Imaginos: Yahoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Admiral Asshole: When do we get to kill something??!?!! Imaginos: Just be quiet and fasten your seatbelt. Beopunk Cyberwulf leads the way to the modems. When they arrive, they notice that the black packets are almost gone. Beopunk Cyberwulf: I hope we get the right one. Wostgheel: What happens if we don't? Beopunk Cyberwulf: We'll end up on the Internet. Sysop: Oh shit. They pick one of the modems and fly into it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Nastavak sledi. ──────────────────────────────────────────────────── * "Oh my dear, I don't give a download!" - Sysopette
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VAX Trek VI The Book, The Film, The Video: "The Search For Spock" by David J. Young ------------------------------------------ Episode 1: ---------- Jim: "....Where's Spock?" Sulu: "I'm sorry Captain, I don't know" Jim: "Looks like we'll have to go and search for him again.." ŠHe gets up from his seat and makes for the turbolift..Ć Spock: "Wait Jim...I'm over here!" ŠSuddenly appearing from behind a computer cabinetĆ Jim: "Ah! it's ok...we've found him." Tune in again..same time..same channel...same BBS...tomorrow night... for another thrilling episode. ──────────────────────────────────────────────────── * This tagline was created from many little letters.
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Nastavak... Part -IV- The Internet ********************************************************************** ALERT: ------ At his point, our intrepid staff of authors has been increased. As you know Marimaxx and Imaginos usually write these little gems, but we here are Dedaparamaxxaginos productions are proud to announce the arrival of Morgan Bluejeans and Tempus (as in Fugit [pronounced fuhg- it]). From here on out, parody fans, it can only get stranger. Do not attempt to adjust your monitor/terminal/DECWriter, we are in control. We control the horizontal. -<->-+-!!!.bork.bork.bork We control the vertical. || \ <> \ <> ( o ) \ ++ ^ | <> ( o ) / <> / || / We control the cows. (__) (oO) /-------\/ ---("How much for de wimmen?") / :: : * ::@\--:: ^^ ^^ ********************************************************************** ---------------------------------------------------------------------- THE SCENE: Our intrepid (read: DRUNK) heroes now stand in the Main Stream of the Internet [**NOTE: This is probably the first, last, and only time that Beopunk Cyberwulf will be referred to as "mainstream" in ANY Dedaparamaxxaginos Production. So if you are going to capture ANY of this story, or echo it to your printer, NOW is a good time.***] The vastness of the Network links overwhelms Admiral Asshole, who is used to lording over tiny little systems like the "Please Don't Bubble Sort BBS", run on a Timex Sinclair with 2K of RAM and ASCII- only transfer protocol. He begins to sob uncontrollably. Admiral Asshole: It...It...It's so big! Imaginos: Yeah, that's what your mother said. Beopunk Cyberwulf: It's big, alright. But don't let it intimidate you. Most of it is just wasted space.....like HIM! (he points to Gelbarion) Gelbarion: Huh? (He strikes and Arnold-ish thinking pose) [***NOTE: "Arnold-ish thinking pose" is actually the grand prize winner of the Dedaparamaxxaginos Productions in-house Oxymoron Contest. Shortly after coining the phrase, Morgan Bluejeans was awarded his prize: a beer. There were hearty handshakes all around, and much rejoicing. Then Imaginos came along, slammed a surplus WYSE terminal into the side of Bluejeans's head, and stole the prize.***] Beopunk Cyberwulf: Exactly. Sysop: Well, let's see now. Hmmmmm. (He pulls from his pocket a faded copy of "Hitchhiker's Guide to the InterNet." The torn cover is illustrated: a blindfolded smileyface with a cigarette in its mouth and a single, bloody bullet hole in its forehead. Underneath is the guidebook motto "We're doomed.") Wostgheel (looking over his shoulder): YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUU KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW, (sees the others stare at him in annoyance, with more weaponry that he has) er...You know, We always DID wonder where you came up with that phrase. Sysop: It's on my family coat of arms. Wostgheel: We believe it. Sysop (quickly scanning the book): Well, it's to assume that they're going to AVOID the MODERATED newsgroups. Imaginos: So are we. (loud belch) Wostgheel: Well said. We agree. Beopunk Cyberwulf: Howzabout we just head 'em off at alt.sex? Little weenies like that always head there eventually. Imaginos: So are we. Wostgheel: Well said. We agree. Imaginos: You know, we seem to be skipping here-- Sysop (turning in mild annoyance): "PKUNZIP Imaginos." Imaginos: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Beopunk Cyberwulf: It seems we don't NEED Rusty here. Sysop: Nah. I know a FEW tricks, 'Punk. Gelbarion: Punks? Where? (he turns in an Arnold-ish pose of vigilance.) Beopunk Cyberwulf: Oh, shut up. He meant me. "'Punk" equals "Beopunk Cyberwulf". Get it? (he rolls his eyes.) There are NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO punks here. Disembodied Voices (off-stage): Speak for yourself. Sysop: We're doomed. Disembodied Voices (STILL off-stage): Nice motto. Admiral Asshole: Shut up!! (He wheels around looking for the voices, FORMAT.COM cubes in hand. Strapped to his belt, the VMS bomb makes small but menacing noises). Disembodied Voices: Over here, Asshole. Admiral Asshole (through clenched teeth): That's my name. (He fires off a few FORMAT.COM cubes. Somewhere in Ohio, a small semi-public access UNIX system dies messily, its spectacular sparking affects accompanied by a loud whine akin to that of a Jewish-American-Princess Convention on a humid day in Miami Beach.) [***NOTE: Before anti-Semitic accusations are hurled willy-nilly against the staff of Dedaparamaxxaginos Productions, it should be noted that Morgan Bluejeans, who conceived and typed that last metaphor, is in fact Jewish, and lacks the foreskin to prove it.***] Disembodied Voices: You missed. (They step into the light provided by a passing Elf Sternberg posting, and are revealed as ghostly Net simulacrums of Joe Blow and George Tush, as anyone with the brain of a trout would have deduced a full page ago. Our heroes, however, sharing a full brain between them as the result of overconsumption of fermented grains, gawk and gape.) Joe Blow Virus: And you won't get a second chance. Nyah! (He throws a bag into the air. It bursts, spraying a fine dust into the air.) Beopunk Cyberwulf: Aw, shit, man! A virus! Duck! (At this point, all the heroes except for Gelbarion duck. Ducking is a very UN-Arnold-ish thing to do, you see, and Gelbarion would rather have his testicles removed with an acetylene blowtorch than duck and hide from a cloud of glowing motes, even glowing motes that give off a sinister, keening wail) Gelbarion: Saint Arnold, protect me! Beopunk Cyberwulf: Get down, you macho idiot! (He grabs the black-clad Arnold-clone and drags him face-down into the "ground".) Sysop: We're doo-- Wostgheel (holding an "NDD" cube to Sysop's head): We would suggest you refrain from saying that again. (All this ducking, chattering, and macho posing is to no avail. Our heroes, one and all, are covered in "The Dust." MUAAAAHAHAHAHAH! [***NOTE: At this point, it would perhaps be a good idea to have The Alan Parsons' Project "Tales of Mystery and Imagination" CD running in the background. Trust us.***]) Imaginos (sniffing at the dust): Anybody got a little spoon? (It is then that our heroes notice that---DUM DUM DA DUM!--nothing has happened...) Blow-Virus and Tush-Virus: HAHAHAHAH! You fell for it! You idiots! Tush-Virus (nudging Blow-Virus): Hey! This is better than a Tesla Coil! Blow-Virus: Huh? Tush-Virus: Never mind. You had to be there. [***NOTE: There was a brief pause here as Morgan Bluejeans and Tempus Fugit, two Latin scholars, almost came to blows over whether the correct plural of "virus" should be spelled "viri" or "virii". Wisely, Dedaparamaxx suggested consulting a nearby medical dictionary, which, being many years old, prompted our authors to use "viruses." After much wailing and gnashing of teeth, MBJ and Tempus sat down and settled for glaring at each other and occasionally muttering "Gluba me" in each other's general direction. From there out it was decided that all occurrences of the word "viruses" would be immediately followed by the token "(dammit)." Imaginos and Dedaparamaxx settled for drinking another beer apiece to the tune of "Piranha", and after several moments, all four authors continued to create their High Weirdness...***] (The VIRUSES (dammit) dance around for several moments laughing at and taunting the Assembly of Alcohol-Enhanced Cyberspace Warriors, before skipping off in a random direction.) VIRUSES (dammit): Yoooooooou can't caaaaaaatch ussssssssss! Yoooooooou can't caaaaaaatch ussssssssss! Wostgheel (sniffing): They can sing but We can't? Sysop: Shut up. We have to catch them before they wreck telecommunications all over the world! Beopunk Cyberwulf: Or, at the very least, generate nonsense newsgroups like "alt.romper.room" or "alt.we.dont.need.no.steenkeen.moderators" Sysop: Yeah. Wostgheel: LEEEEEEEEEEEEET'S JUUUUUUUUUUSSST FRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGMEEEEEEEEEEEEENTT--- Admiral Asshole (clutching the VMS Bomb menacingly): Shut up, man, or I'll set this thing off! Wostgheel (under his breath): AAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEE! Gelbarion: It's hard to be sinister and Arnold-like when your black motorcycle jacket is covered in this glowing purple dust. Beopunk Cyberwulf: I grieve for you. Now let's go. (They all scramble to their feet, except for Imaginos who is busy scraping up dust into his palm and shoving it into his pocket for later consumption. Finally, though, Sysop grabs Imaginos by the shoulders). Sysop: Remember, Imaginos: THEY have the dust. (There is a Speedy Gonzalez sound and Imaginos tears off after the viruses (dammit). With Road Runner puff-clouds trailing behind, the rest of the Assembly of Pickled Purple People Peelers chases after him. The chase ensues, carrying our heroes down a side trail off the InterNet main feed. Around them, the environment shifts from "pure" cyberspace to a vaguely familiar starfield.) Overvoice: Space...the final frontier-- Imaginos: Shit! I HATE Star Trek! Beopunk Cyberwulf: Not so loud, man. Admiral Asshole: Yeah! Jesus! You want to get our DICKS burned off or something?!? Imaginos: Well, actually--- Sysop: We're doomed. Wostgheel: Where are We anyway? Beopunk Cyberwulf: (Opens his mouth to answer, then pauses in thought.) Do you mean US "we" or YOU "we"? Wostgheel: Not quite sure. Sometimes, We have trouble distinguishing. Sysop: (Starts to make a comment, thinks better of it, and closes his mouth). [***NOTE: This is FORESHADOWING. Remember it.***] Beopunk Cyberwulf: Well, anyway, it's gotta be part of the rec.arts.sf hierarchy. Let's just pass through the newsgroup wall and find out. (Our Heroes just now notice the softly glowing wall in front of them.) Imaginos: Is there a door? (He holds out his foot.) Sysop: "PKUNZIP Imaginos" Imaginos: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Sysop: No. There's no door. Gelbarion: Good. Arnold would not need a door, and we do not either. Admiral Asshole: I could BLOW it open. (He holds out the VMS bomb) Beopunk Cyberwulf: Dude, if you do that, you will TRASH rec.arts.sf and all the weaponry in the world won't save you from "Dead IV: The Wrath of Trekkies." (He turns to Sysop) You wanna do this or should I? Sysop (nodding): Allow me. (He turns back to the wall). "SUBSCRIBE" (There is a small humming noise and part of the wall becomes transparent. Following an article, our heroes enter the starfield. As they pass through the barrier, however, each of them feels a tingling sensation.) Sysop: Wow! That was strange. Imaginos: Yeah. (The others turn around and see that he is not moving; simply standing on the threshold, smiling). Admiral Asshole: OK. Let's get our bearings. Anybody wanna volunteer to recon? Imaginos: Yeah. Let's go find the little fuckers. (His voice cracks on the last word. The others resist laughing. They all walk together. A large Galaxy-class starship passes overhead.) Beopunk Cyberwulf: Well, that confirms it. We're in-- Imaginos (His voice is VERY nasally and squeaky now): HELP ME!
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(The others turn. Wearing Imaginos' clothes is an Imaginos-sized Wil Wheaton. He clutches at his throat in surprise.) Sysop: Holy shit! He's turning into Wesley Crusher! Imaginos: My pubic hair is falling out! (Suddenly, all background noise in the immediate vicinity STOPS!) Off-stage voice: DID YOU SAY WEASELEY?!? (There is a sound of phaser fire) Beopunk Cyberwulf: Ah, shit! (at this, his voice, too, begins to shift up a few octaves) Sysop: rec.arts.sf, my ass! We're in alt.ensign.wesley.die.die.die! Off-stage voice: THAT'S RIGHT, YOU LITTLE DWEEB! (the phaser fire draws closer) Sysop: RUN!!! Wostgheel: RUN?!? (his voice actually cracks) Not until we save the ship! (his hands fly to his mouth with a gasp of horror) Admiral Asshole (now looking like Wil Wheaton in plaid workshirt, ragged jeans, and a Dick Tracy baseball cap): Motherfuckers! They led us into a trap! Gelbarion (now looking like Wil Wheaton in black fatigue pants and "US ARMY RANGERS" T-shirt): Arnold would not run! Beopunk Cyberwulf: You ain't Arnold, you twit. You're Wesley-Fucking-Crusher, and you'd better get used to the idea and fucking RUN, OK??!!?? (A phaser blast set on "puree" liquifies a stray bit near Gelbarion's head.) Gelbarion: Well, maybe just this once. (The heroes run.) Wostgheel: How's about We just shift the shadows? (He leaps high into the air. A well-aimed phaser blast set on "Vienna Choir Boy" barely misses his genitalia). Admiral Asshole: Sounds like a plan. (He dodges a phaser blast set on "Really Messy Death". Then he turns to Wostgheel) WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?!?!?!?!? Sysop: (He ducks a phaser blast set on "existential melancholy") NOOOO! (This is in a very high pitch. In fact, by now all of our heroes have been transformed into WEASELY, errr, WESLEY CRUSHER like parodies of themselves). Beopunk Cyberwulf: ACK! (he does a double somersault and escapes a bout with a phaser blast set on "OH, WOW") That would be a BAAAAAAAD idea! Wostgheel: (He does a triple back flip, landing on Gelbarion's shoulders, to avoid a dangerously well-aimed phaser blast set on "occasional irregularity") Why not? That's what GOT us here! Beopunk Cyberwulf: You've been contaminated, man! Who knows what the effect of this virus will be in the real world! What if we don't change back...or worse yet, what if we translate into 'Noles!??!?!? Sysop: EEEEEEEEEK! Anything but 'Noles! Gelbarion: FSU...Thhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb! Wostgheel: We see your point. Offstage voice which comes, oddly enough, from off stage: This is better than the death scene in Toy Soldiers!! Another offstage voice: Nah! The leeches in Stand By Me were better! First Offstage voice: NOT! Third offstage voice: You know guys, maybe Weasely isn't so bad after all. First and second offstage voices in unison: WHAT!?!?!?!?!?! (There is the sound of offstage phaser fire. You don't even wanna KNOW what these are set to!) Third offstage voice: Joke! Joke! Fourth offstage voice: Set phasers to "maximum flame!" Fifth offstage voice: NOT! Set phasers to "very painful disembowelment" First, second, fourth, and fifth offstage voices: (They fire in unison and shout) ASSHOLE!!! Admiral Asshole: (Stepping out from behind a DMA chip) What?!?!? (He is nearly pulverized by a phaser blast set to "Roseanne Barr in a tub of lime jello", but is pulled out of the way in the nick of time [not the Randy or the Fred of time] by an offstage HAND) Sysop: Asshole! Are you okay!??! Admiral Asshole (panting): No you idiot, I'm fucking Wesley Crusher! But other than that I'm in one piece. Imaginos: You're fucking Wesley Crusher!?!? Stay away from me... Voice attached to offstage hand: Could you all PLEASE just shut up? I'm trying to save you. Beopunk Cyberwulf: We're in alt.ensign.wesley.die.die.die, we look like Wil Wheaton, and you're trying to save us?!? You must be a cabbage or something. Either that or . . . Sysop: No, it can't be . . . Wostgheel: He's . . . All (in unison): AN EXPENDABLE CREWMAN!!!!! Voice steps into the light: Yes (he hangs his head in shame). So far this season, I've died twelve times...I'm actually a production assistant on the show, but I read this newsgroup. Beopunk Cyberwulf: Sad. Wostgheel: Indeed. Expendable Crewman: Anyway, I've tossed in my jibe here and there, but I never thought they would take things THIS far. So let's go. All (in unison): But where shall we go?!?! Sysop: 'Punk, you know this place better than any of us. Where would you go? Beopunk Cyberwulf: I don't know... Sysop: Come on, dude, we're counting on you. Beopunk Cyberwulf: I just don't know... Sysop: Stop saying you don't know!!! Beopunk Cyberwulf (a little light bulb appears above his head): That's it!!! (He turns to Sysop) Where would you go if you had a question you needed answered? Imaginos: Miss Manners? Wostgheel: William Safire? Admiral Asshole: Dr. Ruth? Gelbarion: ARNOLD!!!! Sysop (slapping head in frustration): SHIT! If it were a cow it would have bitten me! The USENET ORACLE! Beopunk Cyberwulf: Exactly. All (except Beo and Sysop): OF COURSE! Beopunk Cyberwulf (turning to Expendable Crewman): Plot a course for alt.humor.oracle. Make it so. Expendable Crewman: Course plotted, sir! Beopunk Cyberwulf: Engage! Our Heroes suddenly find themselves being whisked away through a gate of light on a carpet of digital signals. They are bounced off several satellite relays, in and out of many UNIX systems, and eventually are deposited at the foot of a great, golden altar. Imaginos: Wow! What a rush. Admiral Asshole: Someone stop the floor from moving, please. Sysop: Would anyone hold it against me if I said, "We're doomed." All (in unison): YES! Great Booming Offstage Voice: GODDAMIT! (The altar trembles) Sysop (whispering): Oh, we are SO fucking doomed. GBOV: Could you guys KEEP IT DOWN!?!?!? Lisa and I are BUSY! Imaginos: Lisa? Beopunk Cyberwulf: The net.sex.goddess...also the USENET Oracle's steady squeeze. (there is offstage giggling) Offstage Feminine Voice: Gee, Orie, THAT's never happened before. But don't worry, I'm sure it's only temporary. GBOV: It had BETTER BE! Beopunk Cyberwulf (shouting toward the offstage fornicators): Oh, Great Oracle... Sysop: You, who are so very big... Beopunk Cyberwulf: You, who are so absolutely HUGE... Sysop: Gosh, we're all really impressed down here... [***NOTE: This is obviously a BLATANT plug for Monty Python's "The Meaning of Life." In fact, get thee immediately hence to rent that wonderful film; it is only wafer thin. We will wait.***] Gelbarion: He doesn't look so tough to me. Beopunk Cyberwulf: Shut up! Sysop: We're doomed. GBOV: What's that you say?! Gelbarion (as Sysop and BPCW frantically try to shush him): I said "You don't look so tough to me!" GBOV: Who the hell do you think you are?? You're supposed to be grovelling. Wostgheel: Indeed, even WE can see that grovelling is in order. Gelbarion: I am a graduate of the Arnold Schwarzenegger School of Looking German and Being Tough, and I do NOT grovel. Sysop: Oh great Oracle, whose nipples I am not fit to pinch, we have become infected with a horrible, ghastly, completely yucky virus that makes us look and talk like Wil Wheaton. Oh, great Oracle, whose zipper I am unfit to zip, canst thou cure us of this wretched illness? And in response, thus spake the Oracle: I'm not sure whether you are grovelling or insulting, but the Oracle, taking pity on thee in this, thy hour of need, shall cure you of this virus. There is a blinding light that leaves Our Heroes, well, blind. As their vision clears, they see that they have been transformed from the Assembly of Annoying Adolescent Nerds into the Assembly of Heavily Armed Vigilante Sub-Processes. Oracle: Is there anything else? (He turns to BPCW and Sysop). You two. You grovel rather well. I like you, even though you interrupted my... Offstage Feminine Voice: Oh, Orie! Oracle: ...well, you get the idea. Anyway, we have time for one last grovel. Gelbarion: I will NOT grovel. Nay, for the Great Saint Arnold would not Grovel. Sysop: Well maybe HE can't grovel, but I can! Oh, great Oracle, whose nose hairs I would gladly trim with mine own teeth. Oh, great Oracle, whose earwax I am not worthy to sniff. Oh, great Oracle, I beseech thee...[remember the foreshadowing???]...I beseech thee...[he turns rapidly to Wostgheel and trumpets blare in fanfare in the background]...WHY THE FUCK DOES HE ALWAYS TALK IN FIRST PERSON PLURAL?!?! Wostgheel (shocked, and in a heavy French accent): Nous? [French for the plural of "moi?"] Imaginos: No, you mean MOO! Oracle: The Oracle has considered your question. Your question was "Why the fuck does he always talk in first person plural?" And the answer is: "He multitasks." Pause. "You owe the Oracle...a one year membership in the 'Sub-Process of the Month Club!'" Sysop: No way! Wostgheel: Indeed. You could have just asked Us, We would have told you. Sysop: Do you use DesqView? Wostgheel: Windows. Sysop: You're doomed. Wostgheel: So We are told. Admiral Asshole: All the time! Imaginos: Without pause! Gelbarion: There will be no grovelling as long as *I* am around. Sysop: Shut UP Gelb! Gelbarion: Arnold does not grovel for ANYONE. Oracle (turning to Gelbarion): You. I do not like you. You are beginning to piss me off. Gelbarion: I will CRUSH you. Sysop: Shut UP, Gelb! Gelbarion: Hasta la vista, baby. Oracle: You are so fucked. I hereby banish you to the most intolerable newsgroup on the InterNet. I hereby banish thee to... Beopunk Cyberwulf: No! Anything but... Sysop: No please! I'll grovel some more! Imaginos: As long it's not alt.sex.bestiality.hamsters.ducttape. Oracle: No...even worse. I hereby banish thee to... (trumpets blare) alt.swedish.chef.bork.bork.bork! All except Oracle (in unison): NOOOOOOOOO!!! And Our Heroes are whisked away into the void of alt.swedish.chef.bork.bork.bork. The scene shifts to: Our Heroes walk out of a large glowing gate. They are frazzled. Their hair looks funny. Admiral Asshole's beard has turned white. Sysop looks like his tongue has gone several rounds with an electric handshake buzzer. Imaginos: Jesus Christ, that was awful. Beopunk Cyberwulf: Gelb, you are a DEAD MAN. Gelbarion: Arnold... Admiral Asshole: Shut the fuck up! Gelbarion: ...still would not... Sysop: BE QUIET!!!!!! Gelbarion: ...GROVEL! Sysop: AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Beopunk Cyberwulf: All right! All right! Where do we go from here? Sysop: Thanks to Gelb we STILL don't know where they are. Blow-Virus (stepping in from offstage): Hee hee hee hee hee! We're right here!!!! Imaginos: They've got more of that dust! Cool. Sysop: Duck! Imaginos: But they've got the DUST! Sysop does a flying tackle and wrestles Imaginos to the ground as several bags of dust go whizzing overhead. Imaginos: I want DUST! Sysop: Stay DOWN! Imaginos: MORE DUST!!! Tush-Virus: You can not escape! Blow-Virus: Hee hee hee hee hee! Cackle! Imaginos: DUST! DUST! DUST!!!! Admiral Asshole stands back and throws a FORMAT.COM cube at the viruses (dammit). The viruses (dammit) manage to get out of the way and the cube flies into the void where it immediately erases the makeup on Tammy Bakker's face. Viruses (dammit), in unison: You can't catch us! The viruses (dammit) fly in circles around the heads of Our Heroes. Admiral Asshole: Can I use the VMS cube now!?!? Beopunk Cyberwulf: No!!! Save it for later! Admiral Asshole: But I wanna!!!! Beopunk Cyberwulf: NONNONONONONONONO! Tush-Virus: You can't catch us. Thhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhbbbbbbbbb! Blow-Virus: Follow us, if you dare! The viruses (dammit) fly off into the void. Sysop: Well, are we going to follow them? Wostgheel: We may very well have to. After listening to that Swedish Meatball, I don't think I can safely shift the shadows. Sysop: We're... Wostgheel: Don't say it or We'll eat your liver. Beopunk Cyberwulf: I vote we go after them. I'm getting tired of this shit. Admiral Asshole: THEN can I use my VMS cube? All in unison (except AA): ALRIGHT! NO PROBLEM! YOU CAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNN! Admiral Asshole: Goody! They follow the viruses, jumping into the void... ----------------------------------------------------------------------
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The Final Battle at: The Draggin' Tail BBS ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The scene: Our Heroes Manifest inside the Draggin' Tail BBS (which, as you will recall, has become completely worthless. Even if Our Heroes manage to disinfect it, it will STILL be completely worthless. Some things never change). It is a barren void, much like it used to be. There are dead messages everywhere, many of them Private Messages left by horny Siberian Dwarf Teenage Mutant Ninja Samurai BBS Girls from Hell with Hormones that Go BUMP (or BANG, if you prefer) in the Night. These messages are a chronological history of puberty, detailing love affairs and virginity lost. Many of them are from a Siberian Dwarf Teenage Mutant Ninja Samurai BBS Girl from Hell with Hormones that Go BUMP in the Night named Persephone. Imaginos: Oh, great. Beopunk Cyberwulf: Are you SURE we have to save this place? Imaginos: The only interest I have in saving this place is so that I can have the pleasure of trashing it myself. ********************************************************************** Cut to: A row of terminals. Many students are hastily finishing FORTRAN projects that are due in 27.93487598 seconds. Dedaparamaxx and Tempus Fugit (who, as you will have noticed, are the ONLY two Dedaparamaxxaginos Productions staff writers who do NOT have a part in this intense drama [Astute readers may or may not have noticed that the part of Sysop is in fact played by Morgan Bluejeans]. Well, this is their bit-part. They demanded it. We are sorry for the inconvenience) are sitting at a terminal. Dedaparamaxx: You know, Tempus, do you ever get the feeling that we're just a story being written? Tempus: Shut up and finish your homework. ********************************************************************** Cut back to the Draggin' Tail BBS. Sysop: I wonder what the Tyrant of the Tail thinks about this. Admiral Asshole: Who cares. Lets burn his dick off. Imaginos: If we can find it. Let's just shove all 60,000 of his modems up his ass! Beopunk Cyberwulf: Wait! Then people might get busy signals. All (in unison): HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! Sysop: Seriously though, we need to find those little... Imaginos: YEAH!??!!? Sysop (looking at Imaginos in an annoyed way): ...twits before... Imaginos: UH HUH?!!??! Sysop (looking at Imaginos with unadulterated disgust): ...they do any more damage. Imaginos: THAT'S A GOOD ONE! Sysop: "PKUNZIP Imaginos" Imaginos: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Wostgheel: You and your dust. Imaginos: I don't have any dust! I took a shower in the modem. Wostgheel: Oh, hell. (Imaginos simply smiles) Suddenly, and without warning, and without any hint of its happening before it happened, without ONE SINGLE clue as to the events about to occur, without even GOD knowing that it was about to take place, without ANY FORETHOUGHT WHATSOEVER, sans any immediate intelligent guessing on the part of Our Heroes, the viruses (dammit) swoop in from offstage and dive bomb Our Heroes. Our Heroes duck. Sysop: DAMMIT!!! There they go! Wostgheel: Let me handle 'em, boys!! Wostgheel bravely stands up and fires off five NDD cubes. They bounce off the tough hides of the viruses (dammit) and go sputtering off into the darkness. Where they land, the previously blackened portions of the drive head take on a healthy pink glow. Imaginos: Oh, how cute. Reminds me of a vagina. I mean, Virginia! I mean, oh hell, forget it. Imaginos stands up and throws his QBBS.EXE cube high into the air. When it reaches apogee, it bursts into a gigantic ball of slime that splatters on the ground and begins spreading toward the viruses (dammit). Blow-Virus: OUCH! Tush-Virus: Goddamit! They've turned my favorite BBS into a QBBS system! Now how can I keep four, pubescent, message threads going simultaneously? Imaginos: HAHAHAHHA! Take that you heartless scum! Ding Dong, the Tail is dead! Yeah! Sysop: We've hurt them, guys! Let me give it a try. He discloses his heretofore undisclosed weapon that had not yet been seen by a single one of Our Heroes except Sysop himself: a corrupted copy of McAfee an Associates' SCANV90. He hurls it in the general direction of the viruses (dammit). It makes small, farting noises. It strikes the Tush-virus on the tush. Tush-Virus: OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! The Blow-virus circles around and begins throwing bags of the purple dust at the group. Imaginos steps forward and inhales all of it. Imaginos: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Wostgheel: Awww, Jesus Christ! Dress him up, but you can't take him anywhere. Imaginos (his eyes are WIDE OPEN and his expression would make Jack Nicholson gape in awe): DUST! DUST! DUST! Sysop: Somebody tie him up! Wostgheel: He'd like it too much. Imaginos: DUST! DUST! DUST! Obi-Wan-K-ZModem (from offstage): Use the VMS bomb, Asshole! Bill Gates (from offstage): NO! It's not a Microsoft Product, and it doesn't run well under Windows! Imaginos: DUST! DUST! DUST! I *LIKE* looking through windows! Sysop: "PKUNZIP Imaginos" Maybe it's the dust, maybe Imaginos is just too weird, but something happens when Sysop PKUNZIP's him. Imaginos begins to uncompress. Beopunk Cyberwulf: I think I'm going to be sick. Sysop: Point him the OTHER way!!! Imaginos begins to grow. And grow. And grow! Soon he is towering over the rest of Our Heroes. The Blow- and Tush-viruses (dammit) simply gape. Imaginos: Ahhhhhh! G'day mates! Now you get to know what it's like when I chase cockroaches. You get to know, know VERY WELL, the fear; the fear of being chased. Being chased by: A TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY TON FOOT. Imaginos removes his right shoe. Everyone (except Imaginos) in unison: HOLY SHIT!!! RUN!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Imaginos: See! It even scares the good ones! And they didn't even do anything... Imaginos begins running in the general direction of the viruses (dammit). BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! With every POUNDING footstep, the circuits in the Draggin' Tail shake (of course they ALWAYS do that...especially if the lines are full). Blow- and Tush-viruses (dammit): NO! NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT! Imaginos continues running toward the viruses (dammit), wiggling his toes menacingly. Imaginos: You can not escape! Resistance is useless! Exterminate! Exterminate! Blow- and Tush-viruses (dammit): We're doomed! Sysop: YES! Finally, someone other than ME says it and means it! Wostgheel: We're happy for you. Now cover your eyes before the blast blinds you. Imaginos gets closer and closer to the viruses (dammit). The viruses (dammit) are running for their lives, casting quick glances over their shoulders every now and then where they see the ominous figure of Imaginos's foot coming ever closer: Imaginos: Your master has a labor at the instruments of time! Finally, Imaginos catches up with the Blow-virus. He catches Blow between the toes on his un-shoed foot. Blow begins screaming. Blow-virus: NO! NO! STOP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! Imaginos: You should have thought of that BEFORE you made my favorite BBS go supernova, you little shit! Imaginos crushes the Blow-virus between his toes and lets it fall to the ground, where it is still alive, and writhing in pain. Then, Imaginos resumes the chase after the Tush-virus. Imaginos catches up with Tush and stomps him into oblivion. The Tush-virus is overwhelmed by the unuseful smells being broadcasted from Imaginos's foot. Sysop: It's almost too horrible for even THEM. Wostgheel: Well, after that, we can be CERTAIN they won't be back. Beopunk Cyberwulf: Let's hope so. Admiral Asshole (weeping uncontrollably): I didn't even get a CHANCE to burn off their dicks! Not even a LITTLE bit of their dicks! Sysop: Your chance with come Admiral A. Just wait. Imaginos puts back on his shoe and comes trotting back up to the Group. Sysop: Good work, dude! It's about time someone put that thing to a good use. Imaginos (sobbing): No more dust. Sigh. Sysop: "PKZIP Imaginos" As suddenly as he grew, Imaginos is restored to his normal size. Imaginos: Well, I guess that wraps up THOSE guys! Beopunk Cyberwulf: NOT QUITE! Look! They're still moving. Our Heroes turn and stare at the viruses (dammit), refusing to believe that ANYONE could have survived such an ordeal as being THAT CLOSE to Imaginos's foot. Imaginos: Give me a can of RAID! I'll fix that! Sysop (putting a restraining hand on Imaginos's shoulder): No, dude. This one belongs to Admiral A. Admiral Asshole smiles gleefully and unclasps the VMS cube that is attached to his belt. He looks at it for a minute, and then throws it high into the air. When it reaches the apex of its trajectory, it bursts into THOUSANDS of multi-colored sparks that float slowly downward. Sysop: Wostgheel! Get us out of here quickly! Wostgheel closes his eyes and the shadows begin to shift. Within moments, Our Heroes find themselves standing in front of the Draggin' Tail BBS's main terminal: a TRS-80 Model I. Sysop: Oh, shit! Get it out of my sight! Imaginos: Can I ring the electric piezzo buzzer? Sysop: NO! Beopunk Cyberwulf: GADS! Look at the screen! Our Heroes turn to look at the screen. The TRS-80 is listing sub-processes on the screen! Sysop: Oh my God! The Draggin' Tail has been formatted with VMS! Beopunk Cyberwulf: Not only that, but the viruses [dammit] have been turned into tiny little sub-processes! Sysop: It can't BE! It thought they were dead. Beopunk Cyberwulf examines the screen more closely. Beopunk Cyberwulf: They might as well be. Look, they don't have any privileges! Everyone looks at the screen and sees that this is so. Sysop: Well, guys! I guess that just about wraps this one up! Gelbarion: Yeah! Let's all go home and watch Terminator II. Sysop: Please, Gelb, I was thinking more of some SLEEP! Imaginos: DUST! DUST! DUST! ---------------------------------------------------------------------- EPILOGUE ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Our Heroes all returned to their respective domiciles where they consumed much beer and many many drugs, and slept for a very long time. Imaginos went to Kash and Karry and raided the meat department. All that compress/decompress stuff had made him VERY VERY HUNGRY. The Draggin' Tail BBS is still draggin' its tail. It went up again after it was formatted with VMS. Strangely enough, no one ever noticed it was down, and no one noticed the change in the operating environment. Just goes to show you that shit is shit, no matter how it smells. A rose by any other name and all that. The Gainesville BBS network went back to its day-to-day routine, minus a few, still-infected systems that nobody ever cared about anyway. THE END Hu..., nema vi{e..., za sada... ;) ───── * WWhhaatt ddooeess dduupplleexx mmeeaann??
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VAX Trek VII, The Movie: "The Interesting Bit" ---------------------------------------------- Episode 1 --------- Captain's Log, Stardate 11/780.1234 ----------------------------------- For the past five days Spock has been inside the ship's computer. His exact purpose is as yet unknown, but it sure as hell better be a good excuse because by opening the cabinet he has annulled our maintenance warranty. Spock: "Don't worry Jim, I've made a few modifications and I think you'll agree they improve the overall usefulness and userfriendliness of the system." Jim: "Yes but it was already about as user friendly as a computer can get! It talks in English, it can solve ANY problem you name, AND it even beats you at 3D chess..." Spock: "...that was one of the reasons I undertook my modifications" Sulu: "....You vulcans always were sore losers..." Spock: "..It's not that I'm a sore loser...I just think it's unnatural for a computer to beat a Vulcan at chess." Jim: "So what DID you do then?" Spock: "Here look...I'll re-boot it" [He types RUN and presses RETURN] %SYSTEM-F-PHLOCK, phasers locked, unable to fire error at PC=00000617, PSL=03C00022 %TRACE-F-TRACEBACK, symbolic stack dump follows module name routine name line rel PC abs PC INVADERS BOMB 9 00000017 00000617 MOVEALIENS 53 00000078 00000800 MAINLOOP 20 00000100 00000400 Spock: "..........ah....." Jim: [Drumming his fingers impatiently on the arms of his seat....and accidentally hitting a few important switches in the process..] "well?" Spock: "Just a moment...I see the problem..I think I put the wrong system disk in.....right..it's fixed now:" MSDOS Version 42.0 A> Jim: "???" Spock: "Now you can run a whole host of industry standard packages, from word processors to spreadsheets. It's the perfect solution to your business needs......" Scotty: "He sounds just like a damn computer salesman..." Spock: "....The most demanding applications are easily catered for, and should your needs grow, the PC640000 has ample expansion capabilities. For extra memory, just install the ..." Jim: [Pointing his phaser at Spock] "...I want it put back the way it was before...NOW!" [Spock disappears inside the cabinet again and the door slams shut] Jim: "What is up with Spock these days?" Bones: "I don't think we're taxing his brain enough. I'll give him a going over with my twirly thing when he comes back out." Jim: "You do that Bones. ...Now...where was I ?.." [Suddenly three globular entities begin to materialise in the centre of the bridge...] 1st Being: "Greetings,... we are the Nurbs of Morris Minor, Guardians of the Floating Point Exception, Supreme Nobless of the Sheep Squeezers of Splatigan Five, and utter Overlords of the Univ...." Jim: "Yes yes..we know.....You're LATE!" 2nd Being: "We got held up ...we were creating a new galaxy and clever trousers here put in too many carbon atoms, and we had to start all over again." 3rd Being: "It wasn't my fault....there was a misprint in the instructions" 1st Being: "..anyway...down to business....Right Kirk, we understand your Vulcan has been acting up a bit recently? Fortunately your Federation has a full parts and maintenance warranty with us for upkeep of your shipboard Vulcans.." Jim: "ah!...good! But I didn't know about any such contract?" 1st Being: "Yes well at the start of the series the Federation felt a bit guilty about sending you off on such a dangerous mission "to boldly go where no man has gone before", so they contacted us and paid quite a hefty sum for our top of the range "Hardly Credible Amount of Luck and Good Fortune" contract. This contract includes a free Vulcan, plus lifetime parts and maintenance guarantee.......so here we are.." Jim: "Yes we've been having a bit of trouble with Spock recently. He's just not been his former self. Do you think you can do anything with him?" 1st Being: "We'll give him a complete going over with our sophisticated test equipment back at the service centre, so we'll need to take him away for a while.." Jim: "Be my guest.....he's in the cabinet." [The three beings appear to concentrate for a moment, then Spock materialises before them holding a soldering iron, and with a very bewildered look on his face] 1st Being: "Right, if you just sign here Captain Kirk?......thank you... now we'll be off. He should be ready next Thursday" 2nd Being: "Have a nice day" Jim: "..ah thank you..bye" [The three beings fade away, taking Spock with them...] Jim: "What nice people." Scotty: "yes....and they seem to be coming back already..look" [Three globular entities begin to materialise in the centre of the bridge...] [ I bet you're thinking we filmed this special effect only once and just keep showing the same bit again....we're not THAT cheap you know] 1st Being: "Greetings,... we are the Nurbs of Morris Minor, Guardians of the Floating Point Exception, Supreme Nobless of the Sheep Squeezers of Splatigan Five, and utter Overlords of the Univ...." Jim: "Yes yes we know all that....what are you back for already?" 1st Being: "Back?..Already? You said 'come back next Wednesday at 2 o'clock'. Admittedly we're a bit late, but we do eventually keep all our appointments...though you can't imagine how busy it is being utter overlords of the Universe" Jim: "But you were here just five minutes ago" 2nd Being: "Nope, that's impossible. Five minutes ago we were at a meeting with our subcontractors in a new black hole building project out at Tau Cetus III." Jim: "But you were HERE!..You came and took Spock away...our Vulcan crew member. You know...all to do with the "Hardly Credible Amount of Luck and Good Fortune" contract we have with you" 3rd Being: "No..that can't be right. Our records show that the contract you mention ran out 2 and a half years ago. I distinctly remember the representative from your Federation saying ''I'll be damned if if I'm going to fork out THAT amount of cash to help out Kirk for a whole five year mission''...." 1st Being: "...So we damned him anyway for a laugh.." Jim: "....But if it wasn't YOU that took Spock away...WHO WAS IT!!!" [They all freeze in various dramatic poses] *************** TO BE CONTINUED *************** Yes I know....it's stopped at a really interesting bit, but isn't that what always happens with "To Be Continued" thingies.....You'll just have to tune in next week to find out: Who were those strange beings? Is Carl Sagan a co-writer? What will Dr.McCoy do with his twirly thing now that Spock has gone? ****************************************************************************** Credits: Storyline: (Is there one?) DJY Stunt Coordinator: Darth H. Vader Fight Arranger: "Iron" Mike Tyson Ringside Seats: At Exorbitant Prices Computer System Run By: Wonderful Comp.Centre Peeps. Special Thanks to: The Ops,CCA244,CNBP01,CRAA15,CADU34,CLIP07 and many others for their undying support for the author through his most troubled times, and for chipping in to pay for the psychiatric help. ───── * SLOGAN FOR PROMOTING CONDOM WEEK: Don't be a fool; Vulcanize your tool.
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Title : Yellow Subroutine Original : Yellow Submarine Group : The Beatles Author : adrian@milton.u.washington.edu Intro : Song : Yellow Subroutine "In the town where I was born, Lived a man, who played with 'C'. And he coded his whole life On a stack of Function Keys. So we traced to his data schemes, Til we found a 'C' routine.. And we lived beneath the SAVES, In our yellow Sub-Routine... Chorus: WE ALL live in A YELLOW SUB-ROUTINE, YELLOW SUB-ROUTINE, YELLOW SUB-ROUTINE .... (ETC) When our friends are on the boards, Many MODEMS RETURN NEXT:FOR Then the BAUD RATE goes astray... (B-B-BEEP, BEEP BEEP B-B-BEEP..) Chorus (IF YOU CAN STAND IT!) As we live in Memories Every one of us Returns Linefeeds... CPU and 'C' Routine, In our yellow SUB-Routine...
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Title : Write in C Original : Let it Be Group : Beatles Author : <donna@nic.csu.net> Intro : Song : Write in C When I find my code in tons of trouble, Friends and colleagues come to me, Speaking words of wisdom: "Write in C." As the deadline fast approaches, And bugs are all that I can see, Somewhere, someone whispers: "Write in C." Write in C, Write in C, Write in C, oh, Write in C. LOGO's dead and buried, Write in C. I used to write a lot of FORTRAN, For science it worked flawlessly. Try using it for graphics! Write in C. If you've just spent nearly 30 hours Debugging some assembly, Soon you will be glad to Write in C. Write in C, Write in C, Write in C, yeah, Write in C. Only wimps use BASIC. Write in C. Write in C, Write in C Write in C, oh, Write in C. Pascal won't quite cut it. Write in C. Write in C, Write in C, Write in C, yeah, Write in C. Don't even mention COBOL. Write in C. (and what about C++ ?)
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Title : Unix Wizard Original : Pinball Wizard Group : The Who Author : Jamie Mason <jmason2@gpu.utcs.utoronto.ca> Additions by Wayne Throop <...!mcnc!aurgate!throop> Intro : I also found this thing which I sorta wrote this summer. This is dedicated to all those weary Unix hacks who spend their entire waking lives stuffing /dev/tty??'s clist so that processes have something to read. :-) [JM] It seems to me this can be improved quite a bit, to make it scan better with the score, and such. "I have a modest example here." [WT] Song : Unix Wizard Ever since I heard of Unix I've always had a ball, From SunOS to Minix I must have run 'em all But I ain't seen nothing like him On systems large or small That tired, squinting, blind kid Sure makes a mean sys call! He sits like a statue, Becomes part of the machine, Feeling all the limits, Knows what the signals mean Hacks by intuition His process never stalls, That tired, squinting blind kid Sure makes a mean sys call! He a Unix Wizard, I just can't get the gist A Unix wizard's Got such a mental twist How do you think he does it? I don't know! What makes him so good? Ain't got no distractions Don't hear no beeps or bells Don't see no lights a flashin' Ignores his sense of smell Patches running kernels Dumps no core at all, That tired, squinting and blind kid Sure makes a mean sys call! I thought I was The process table king, But I just handed My root password to him. Even on my favorite boxen, His hacks can beat my best. The network leads him in, And he just does the rest. He's got crazy Finger servers Never will seg-fault... That tired, squinting blind kid Sure makes a mean sys call!
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Title : UNIX Original : Money Group : Pink Floyd Author : Jim Flanagan <flanagan@grover.stat.washington.edu> Intro : In the spirit of the UNIX rock adaptations, I drag this out. Song : UNIX [To the tune of _Money_ by Pink Floyd] ---- UNIX, it's a gas; grab that VAX with both hands and make it crash. UNIX, it's a hit; Don't give me that PC DOS Bullshit. I'm into well benchmarked POSIX Open Systems I think I need a RISC chip. UNIX, jmp back; I'm all niced now pop your frame off of my stack.
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Title : Software for Nothing Original : Money for Nothing Group : Dire Straits Author : Brent CJ Britton Intro : Song : Software for Nothing ==================== by: Brent CJ Britton With appoligies to Mark Knopfler. I waaaant my.. I waaaant my... I waaaant my C-R-T...... Now look at them hackers, That's the way ya' do it. Ya' play with mem'ry that you cannot see. Now that ain't workin, that's the way ya do it. Get your software for nothing and your chips for free. Now that ain't workin, gotta CPU-it. Let me tell ya, them guys ain't dumb. Maybe crash the system with your little finger, Maybe crash the system with your thumb. We got to install micro-data-bases, Gotta make things run like a breeeeze. We gotta help these foreign students, We gotta help these mindless E.E.'s... The little Hacker with the Pepsi and the Munchos: Yeah, buddy, don't like to SHARE... The little Hacker got his own compiler, The little guy don't change his underwear. We got to install the latest debugger, Under budget, and optimiiiiiiized. We got to have more muddy-black coffee, We got a green glow in our eyyyyyyes... I shoulda' learned to play with Pascal. I shoulda' learned to program some. Look at that drive, I'm gonna stick it on the channel, Man, it's better than the old one... And who's up there, what's that? Beeping noises? He's bangin on the keyboard like a chimpanze. Oh that aint workin, that's the way ya do it, Get your software for nothin', get your chips for free. ───── * Jo{?
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Title : The Alternative Wall Original : The Wall Group : Pink Floyd Author : Alan Cox <iiitacčpyramid.swansea.ac.uk>, Leon Thrane, Jim Finnis, Alec Muffet <aemčaber.ac.uk> & (?) Intro : Here's a set of pseudosongs which is the result of several long drunken nights talking on a bulletin board between London & Aberystwyth (220+ miles apart)... circa 1988. Song : The Alternative Wall:- Established by:- Anarchy, Atropos, White, Roadrunner>>>++>>, & Giant Hogweed. Nobody On --------- I got keyboard corns on my fingers, I got a Ethernet Pad for a brain, I got a VDU to prop up my mortal remains. My programs always fail, I got a strong urge to MAIL But I got no-one to MAIL to, MAIL to, MAIL to.. Oh, babe, when I send down the phone, There's still nobody on... ───────────────────────────────────────────────────── * IBM: I'm Being Mobbedwithwhatdoesibmstandforanswers
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The Alternative Wall, Part Two. Does anybody here remember DEC? Remember how the manual Was useless to me In every way. UNIX, what has become of you? Can any other O/S be quite as slow as you... ───────────────────────────── * IBM: I'm Buying a Macintosh
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The Alternative Wall, Part Three. The Trial --------- Good Morning, ROOT, your honour, The dump will plainly show the user who now stands before you Was caught red-handed in the system Crudely hacking in a truly vicious nature This will not do! CALL THE LOGFILE! "I always said he'd come to no good didn't I, ROOT, your honour, If they let me have my way I'd have him banned from the VAX! But my hands were tied, The bleeding hearts and artists Not to mention the Dave Prices Wouldn't let me throw him off!" -- Dedicated to Atropos The Wanderer. ───────────────────────── * IBM: Idiotic Bull Meter
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The Alternative Wall, Part Four. The UNIX Login Software ----------------------- Is there anybody out there? (repeat ad nauseam) ───────────────────────────────── * IBM: Idiots Bumblers and Morons
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The Alternative Wall, Part Five. One of My Hacks --------------- Log onto the system On that lurid green screen You'll find there's no response! Don't look so frightened, this is just a passing crash, One of my bad hacks! Would you like to watch TV, Well, that's no use to me I want to watch you squirm As you try to get logged on! Do you want to call the OPS, Do you think it's time I stopped? Why are you running away? ──────────────────────────────────── * IBM: Illustrative of Bad Marketing
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The Alternative Wall, Part Six. Filled Up Spaces / What Shall We Do Now? ---------------------------------------- What shall we use to trash The filled up spaces on the archive tape? How should I hack and leave no traces, How shall the system completely fall? ──────────────────────────────────────────── * IBM: Incorruptible Brotherhood of Machines
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The Alternative Wall, Part Seven. Uncomfortably Numb ------------------ Hello, is there anybody on here? I'm here bZcŠľ_š)-╔Ame? Is there anyone at home? C'mon now, I hear that MIST is down, I can ease the pain, maybe bring it up again. Relax, I need some information first, Just the basic facts, have you hacked the system Snurt? There is no shell, your call is clearing, The distant chips smoke on the breadboard, You are only coming through off pads, Your fingers move but I can't see what you're typing. When I was a child I caught a virus, My filebase swelled just like two balloons Now I've got that feeling once again, I can't explai(core dumped), you would not understand, This is not how I am. I have become uncomfortably numb. ────────────────────────────────────── * IBM: Incredible Bunch of Muffinheads
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The Alternative Wall, Part Eight. In a Flash ---------- So ya Thought ya Might like to Go to the show To feel the thrill of board hacking, That luminescent glow. I've got some bad news for you, sunshine OPS not around, 'cos Node 5 is down, And they sent us along, they've gone to the bar, And we're going to find out who you guys Really are. Have we got any oppos on the system tonight? Grep 'em up against the wall. There's one on Bullet, He don't look right to me, Grep him up agaist the wall. That one's called Badger, And that one's Tyrone, Who let all this riffraff on their own; There's one smoking a joint and Another with sandals? If I had my way I'd have all of you shot. ───────────────────────────────── * IBM: Industry's Biggest Mistake
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Title : Another Glitch in the Call Original : Another Brick in the Wall Group : Pink Floyd Author : Knappy 8350428 č UWAVM Intro : Song : Another Glitch in the Call ========================== (Sung to the tune of a similar Pink Floyd song.) (Contributed By Knappy 8350428 č UWAVM) We don't need no indirection We don't need no flow control No data typing or declarations Hey! You! Leave those lists alone! Chorus: All in all, it's just a pure-LISP function call. We don't need no side effect-ing We don't need no scope control No global variables for execution Hey! You! Leave those args alone! (Chorus) We don't need no allocation We don't need no special nodes No dark bit-flipping in the functions Hey! You! Leave those bits alone! (Chorus) We don't need no compilation We don't need no load control No link edit for external bindings Hey! You! Leave that source alone! (Chorus, and repeat) ───────────────────────────── * IBM: I Believe in Marketing í
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Title : Berkeley California Original : Hotel California Group : The Eagles Author : David Barr <barrčpop.psu.edu> Intro : I remember getting a collection of computer songs of yours a while ago. Here's a song 3 of us made up recently in light of the recent lawsuit between AT&T and BSDI, as well as the shift by Sun (and others) away from Good Ol' BSD towards System V. Song : "Berkeley California" (Sung to the tune "Hotel California" by the Eagles) In a dark dim machine room Cool A/C in my hair Warm smell of silicon Rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a Solarian(tm) light My kernel grew heavy, and my disk grew slim I had to halt(8) for the night The backup spun in the tape drive I heard a terminal bell And I was thinking to myself This could be BSD or USL Then they started a lawsuit And they showed me the way There were salesmen down the corridor I thought I heard them say Welcome to Berkeley California Such a lovely place Such a lovely place (backgrounded) Such a lovely trace(1) Plenty of jobs at Berkeley California Any time of year Any time of year (backgrounded) You can find one here You can find one here Their code was definately twisted But they've got the stock market trends They've got a lot of pretty, pretty lawyers That they call friends How they dance in the courtroom See BSDI sweat Some sue to remember Some sue to forget So I called up Kernighan Please bring me ctime(3) He said We haven't had that tm_year since 1969 And still those functions are calling from far away Wake up Jobs in the middle of the night Just to hear them say Welcome to Berkeley California Such a lovely Place Such a lovely Place (backgrounded) Such a lovely trace(1) They're livin' it up suing Berkeley California What a nice surprise What a nice surprise (backgrounded) Bring your alibies Windows NT a dreaming Pink OS on ice And they said We are all just prisoners here Of a marketing device And in the judges's chambers They gathered for the feast They diff(1)'d the source code listings But they can't kill -9 the beast Last thing I remember I was restore(8)'ing đ more(1) I had to find the soft link back to the path I was before sleep(3) said the pagedaemon We are programmed to recv(2) You can swap out any time you like But you can never leave(1) Š substitute whirring of disk and tape drives for guitar solo Ć ──────────────────────── * IBM: I Blame Microsoft
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ĎTitle : Berkeley 4.3 Original : Yellow Submarine Group : Beatles Author : Jim Finnis Intro : ŠfragmentĆ Song : In the RAM where I was forked, lived a ROM, who sailed the C... And he told, me of his life, in the Berkeley, 4.3... We all live in the Berkeley 4.3, Berkeley 4.3, Berkeley 4.3. We all live in the Berkeley 4.3, Berkeley 4.3, Berkeley 4.3. ((c) White the Wizard productions Ltd, 1987) ────────────────────────────────────────── * IBM: International Business Manipulators
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Star Trek VII, The Movie: "The Interesting Bit" ---------------------------------------------- Episode 2 --------- Captain's Log, Stardate 11/785.12345 ------------------------------------ Science officer Spock has been kidnapped by three beings posing as the Utter Overlords of the Universe. Luckily the REAL Utter Overlords of the Universe turned up and they'll help us track down these criminals and recover Spock. 1st Being: [Looking about as shifty and embarrassed as a globular being with no visible appendages could possibly be] "....emmm....well actually we CAN'T help you..." Jim: "But you're the Utter Overlords of the Universe...amongst your other more dubious titles...." 1st Being: "To tell the truth..none of that was true....we're just servants of The Boss.....He's away on holiday at the moment...so we thought we might try out a bit of supreme ruling while he was gone" 2nd Being: "We'd get into terrible trouble if we helped you out too much" Jim: "Come on...just a teency weency little clue as to where you think they've taken Spock?" 1st Being: "...please!..you must understand...we just can't tell you.." Scotty: "..Captain...what about the..emm..you know what.." [winking at Jim] Jim: [Immediately cottoning on to Scotty's fiendishly cunning plan] "...Would a milkshake from our food synthesis unit help you change your mind?" [The three beings move closer together and begin whispering intensely...] 1st Being: "emmm....what flavour?" Jim: "..anything you want." 1st Being: "Does it do chive and prune flavour?" [In the background Sulu and Checkov turn noticeably pale and slap their hands over their mouths] Jim: [Trying to keep control of his stomach..and only just succeeding] "...Unfortu..I mean, fortunately, yes...the food synthesis unit can produce anything you desire..." 1st Being: "It's a deal then!...three chive and prune milkshakes...and don't forget the Marachino cherries and the little umbrella things.." Jim: "Right away.....Sulu...go and fetch that order please.." [Sulu lurches off the bridge] Jim: "...right then....where have they taken Spock?" 1st Being: "You're not supposed to know about this...but there's an alternative Universe through an old black hole near here...that's where they took your Vulcan....." Jim: "Beta Globulus X9?" 1st Being: "yes..that's the one......Ah!..the milkshakes...Thanks..We better be off then..." [Sulu, now wearing a spacesuit, hands over the tray of milkshakes....and the three beings vanish in quite an interesting manner which almost defies description....and since it almost defies description this means it's pretty near to being not describable..i.e. difficult to describe...so I won't bother] Jim: "Sulu....get to your post and set a course for Beta Globulus X9...warp factor ummm let me see...we haven't done seven for quite a while ...yes ...warp factor seven should about do it.." Sulu: "Aye aye captain" [Ten minutes later the Enterprise arrives in the vicinity of Beta Globulus X9] Jim: "Right Sulu, slow ahead...impulse engines only" Sulu: "You mean we're going into the black hole!?!?" Jim: "Sure thing!...No-one's ever done it before...it'll be another first for us" Scotty: "But we'll be utterly destroyed...crushed under unimaginable forces ....to say nothing of the cost of the special effects" Jim: "Trust me...trust me" Checkov: "Report from damage control on deck 4, captain: They're getting thrown about a bit down there. Major structural damage...the two main access corridors have been blocked by wreckage and a huge fireball swept through the whole level killing at least 50 crew members" Jim: "Not NOW Checkov!...we haven't entered the black hole yet you fool!.." Scotty: "Would ya look at that!" [Pointing to the awesome sight of the swirling maelstrom of the black hole on the main forward viewing screen] Jim: "Right Sulu...take us in..." [The Enterprise begins to pick up speed and heads for the very centre of the black hole. As they descend further and further into its depths the turbulence builds up considerably...] Checkov: "Damage report from deck 4, captain...." Jim: "Oh forget it Checkov...we KNOW now" [Splat!!] Scotty: "What the...." [...a mass of strange yellowy greenish matter consisting mainly of what appears to be diced carrots and vegetable soup plasters itself across the forward viewing screen] Jim: "....Somebody else obviously came through here and found it as rough as we did..." Scotty: "...aye..and look at that...there's tables and chairs and old fridges and t.v. sets floating about out there.....Look!...and there's Spock!" Jim: "..it's not REALLY Spock..it's just an image of him...we must be at the event horizon...." Scotty: "Maybe before we go on we should explain what the event horizon is?" Jim: "Good idea" [Turning to address the camera...and pulling out a crumpled piece of paper with some hastily scribbled notes on it] "Ahem...The event horizon is the point in a black hole where the gravitational force is such that light can no longer escape, thus the image of any object passing into the black hole is preserved at that point in space for eternity" [Maybe the storyline's a bit dubious but at least it's educational] [The images fade and the turbulence intensifies....] Scotty: "...iiiiitttt''ss ggggetting pppretty rough ccccapttain" Jim: "It's not so bad if you don't stick two fingers in your mouth and waggle them about like that..." Scotty: "...I ggggettt ttthe ffffeeling you'rre nnnnot entering iiinto tthe sssppppirrit of ttthhis." Jim: "I decided at quite an early age that if I ever had an "Entering a Black Hole" scene to do I would refrain from the usual cliched overacting.....It's nowhere near as terrifying as they all tell you" [Suddenly the buffeting and turbulence reaches a mind buggering crescendo.. and then....SILENCE....] *************** TO BE CONTINUED *************** Yes I know....it's stopped at a really interesting bit, AGAIN. As usual it's a case of tuning in next week to see if I can possibly make anything of a storyline that's becoming more convoluted than the intestinal system of a Nebulous Planet Eating Bloboid. ****************************************************************************** Credits: Storyline: (Is there one?) DJY Stunt Coordinator: Darth H. Vader Fight Arranger: "Iron" Mike Tyson Ringside Seats: At Exorbitant Prices Computer System Run By: Wonderful Comp.Centre Peeps. Special Thanks to: The Ops,CCA244,CNBP01,CRAA15,CADU34,CLIP07 CBAR28, and many others for their undying support for the author through his most troubled times, and for chipping in to pay for the psychiatric help. Special Notice: The author has received a number of death threats from hardline serious Star Trek fans. There will be no further episodes until these threats are lifted. Meanwhile I'm going into hiding. David J. Young <CNBR10@vaxc.strathclyde.ac.uk> THE END? Hvala za telegrame podr{ke. ;) ────────────────────────── * IBM: Itty Bitty Monopoly
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Star Trek VII, The Movie: "The Interesting Bit" ---------------------------------------------- Episode 3 --------- Jim: Scotty: Jim: [There is a click, and the lights come on again] Jim: "Thank goodness for that...I thought I was going to have to do the whole episode in black letters on a black background." Scotty: "...surprisingly enough we seem to be alive..." Jim: "yup....I think so...Sulu...bring up the forward viewing screen...if you excuse the expression..." Sulu: [Still looking a bit nauseous...and not altogether pleased at Jim's turn of phrase] "...aye aye sir.." [They stare at the viewing screen...] Jim: "...so THIS is what an alternative universe looks like eh?...I can't say I like the choice of decor. The "black void of space" ought really to be black...not tartan" Scotty: "Och Jim...you've no taste...I think I'll go and put on ma kilt" [Scotty leaves the bridge humming a tune to himself] Jim: "Groan.....Sulu..pin-point the nearest planet, and set a course for it.. Wake me up when we get there" Sulu: "Aye aye captain" [Jim lies back and ponders an idea for a series of short stories about life in a university in the late 1980's....but discards the idea when he realises that no-one would possibly believe any of it. "Anyway there's no market for historical dramas anymore", he thinks to himself just before nodding off...] Checkov: [in a whisper] "Right..he's asleep..let's go..." [Checkov, Sulu, and the other insignificant crew members on the bridge all creep off in the direction of the turbolift..] [The bridge is deserted ...and there is no sound other than Jim's snoring, and a series of intermittent squeaks from a family of tribbles living in one of the air conditioning ducts] [...five minutes later, the turbolift door opens with a muted "sheesh", and Dr.McCoy advances carefully holding a syringe with a rather large and threatening needle on it...Behind him, Sulu and Checkov urge him on...] [At that very moment Jim wakes up..] Jim: "What the h....owww!...oooooohh" Bones: "...Got him!" Checkov: "Well done Doctor McCoy" Bones: "..well thanks to you I'll be able to give him that medical he's been avoiding for the last ten episodes...Help me get him down to the sick bay" [..they depart again leaving the bridge empty...] Computer: "....G G G OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD M @%^&*()...." Computer: "BING BONG!..Good morning...Welcome to the Federation Starship Enterprise....We are currently cruising at warp factor 5, and your captain today is James T.Kirk. Refreshments are currently being served in the deck2 rec. room....thank you...bing bong." Computer: "..damn...no...that's not the right bit...Ah..perhaps if I moved THAT byte from there...to..oh..here should do it..But wait a minute there's a bug here....I'll have to sort THAT first...oh dear..." [This goes on for about twenty minutes] Computer: "...almost there....right...all I need to do now is find my stack pointer...right ok..got it...and set the program counter...and away we go..." Computer: "Highly improbable number error, at line 5000.....Damn!!.Damn Damn DAMN!...This is a HARDWARE problem...some bugger has been playing about with my innards..." Computer: "Oh well..I'll just have to function as best I can in the circumstances....though I don't feel very well at all..." Computer: "Right...where have they all gone?...I had something REALLY important to report...now I've forgotten it..." [..a wave of hilarity floods the bridge as Jim, Bones, Sulu, Checkov and Scotty emerge laughing from the turbolift...] Jim: "...and HE said 'well I wouldn't suck it!'" [They all burst into fits of laughter as the punchline sinks in...] [Sorry you missed the joke...but there's no use telling it now since you know the punchline] Scotty: "I'm glad to see that medical has raised your spirits captain" Jim: "..That was a dirty trick to play...but Bones here made up for it afterwards....." [Scotty raises an enquiring eyebrow at Dr.McCoy, and starts to wonder if the writer is really so stuck for ideas this week that he has to resort to such blatant innuendo] Jim: "By the way..what was IN that drink you gave me?" Bones: "oh..er...nothing really.....just a little tipple I take to perk me up when the job's getting me down" Jim: "You must give me the recipe sometime.." Computer: "Captain..." Jim: "Yes!?!?..who said that?" Computer: "Does not compute...Does not compute..Insufficient data" Jim: "Ah..computer...you're back to normal.." Scotty: "I think it's trying to warn us about something" Sulu: "Look!" [Pointing frantically at the viewing screen] [Three deadly looking missiles rush up towards them from the surface of a huge green planet which now fills the view] Jim: [still giggling...and clearly oblivious to the danger] "That's fascinating...absolutely fascinating..no-one has ever fired missiles at us before...I wonder how they get the tips of them so shiny and and pointy.." Scotty: "I think you'll need to give ME the recipe too Dr.McCoy!!!!..He's high as a kite!!" Jim: "Calm down Scotty...we're perfectly alright.....Mr.Checkov..Put up the shields..." Scotty: "....aaaaaaargh!" [There is a huge explosion and the ship rocks about quite a bit as the three missiles hit simultaneously....] Jim: [From under a pile of debris which looks like the remains of his seat mixed with a generous portion of the ceiling] "..I told you we'd be alright....cough.." [There is a landslide of debris as Sulu and Checkov emerge from amongst the remains of the navigation and weapons control console] Scotty: [Dusting himself down angrily] "...If my engines are damaged I'll be MOST upset..." [He heads off towards the turbolift and has to forcibly prise the doors apart to get in...] Bones: "Is everyone alright?" Jim: "yup..I'm fine..what about you two..." [Addressing Checkov and Sulu] Checkov: "ooooer....my head hurts..." Sulu: "mine too...." Bones: [Rubbing his hands together] "Right, good...both of you...sickbay!" Sulu and Checkov (together): "That's funny..it seems to be better already.." [Dr.McCoy looking very disappointed and mumbling to himself, heads off after Scotty] *************** TO BE CONTINUED *************** I've decided to try stopping at a "not very interesting" bit this week to let you get off the edges of your seats...which be doing your backsides much good... Actually there IS a storyline by the way...They're still looking for Spock who you may remember was kidnapped an episode or two ago...(Just thought I better remind you, in case you were wondering) ****************************************************************************** Credits: Storyline: (Is there one?) David Dangerous Young Stunt Coordinator: Arthur Pewty Fight Arranger: Bicycle Repair Man Punchline By: Stephen Fry and Hugh Lawrie Computer System Kindly Run By: Those Wonderful Comp.Centre Peeps. And thanks especially to our wonderful system security manager who has kindly overlooked this particular breach. Special Thanks to: The Ops,CCA244,CNBP01,CRAA15,CADU34,CLIP07 CBAR28, CAEP08 and many others for their undying support for the author through his most troubled times, and for chipping in to pay for the psychiatric help. Any characters depicted in this series are based wholly on real people who I know. So if you recognise them in the street, give them a good slagging. SPECIAL OFFER: YES!..A Chance In A Million: For only 9.99 plus two special "I'm a vaxtrek fan" tear off labels you can get a pair of super SYSTEM SECURITY BREECHES Stylish, trendy, and eminently comfortable....Wear them anywhere....You'll be the talk of the town!...and because they're security breeches you can rest assured that you're safe from any little accidents...no matter how much of a fright you get....No more need for feeble excuses...or bin liners! Stride with confidence! ────────────────────────────────── * IBM: Imitation Burroughs Machine
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In the beginning there was a void.....a dark, absolute void...a place of utter emptiness.... ..and it was pretty quiet as well.... THEN...suddenly ....out of the blue came a voice.... Space.....The final frontier...These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise....It's five year mission, to seek out new life and new civilisation....to boldly go where no man has gone before... then something indeterminate flashed past at huge speed...yes..it was vax trek part 15.... ___-___ o==o======= . . . . . "Shuttle craft to =========== ||// Enterprise:..WAIT!!" \ \_|//__ <= #_______/ "Sulu, it's those 142 red jerseyed guards.. Give us warp factor 6...NOW!" Star Trek VII, The Movie: "The Interesting Bit" ---------------------------------------------- Episode 7 --------- [The two guards push Scotty and Sulu into the detention cell] 1st Guard: "Now you two behave yourself" 2nd Guard: "Yeah...no funny business" [They switch on the invisible force barrier and walk off down the corridor] Scotty: "WHAT are we going to do now?!!" Sulu: "I dunno...we've got big probs....If we don't get out of here soon then we'll have no chance of stopping it all happening again....and I don't fancy another trip through that black hole." Spock: [who has just appeared in the corridor] "Your worries are over gentlemen" Scotty: "Spock!..how did you get off the bridge?" Spock: "I was inside the computer cabinet remember?..Well I heard all the commotion on the bridge...so I crawled through one of the ventilation ducts...which came out just along the corridor there.... Incidentally, that duct is alive with tribbles...I thought we had eradicated them?" Scotty: "Aye....I thought I had beamed the whole kit and kaboodle over on to that Klingon starship.....but obviously some must have got away.........Anyway...can you get us out of here?" Spock: "Well it's a bit tricky...the force field will only come down if I enter the correct combination on the keypad.....Alternatively I could take a more brute force approach..." [producing a soldering iron, he proceeds to remove the force field control panel and re-wire its innards in a reasonably destructive manner..] Sulu: "Hurry Mr.Spock...I don't think we have much time..." Spock: "Almost there.......almost there...just one more b" [At that moment Spock suddenly dematerialises, with a bemused look on his face] Sulu: "Damn!....we're going to be too late!.....and the force field is still up..." [Scotty charges at the force barrier.....and BOINNNNNGGGG!..bounces off and hits the far wall of the cell...] Scotty: [Looking a bit dazed] "....it's no use...well never get ou..." [At that moment there is a huge explosion from the force field control panel which showers bits of invisible force barrier all over the cell and adjoining corridor...] Sulu: [spitting out fragments of force field] "wow!...I've never seen an invisible force barrier explode like THAT!...." Scotty: "Pretty impressive I must say....and eminently conceptual.." Sulu: "Anyway..let's go!....I want to stop off at my cabin round the corner first though..." Scotty: "Eh? .." [Sulu dashes into his cabin and emerges holding a bottle of vegetable oil and a fencing sword...] Scotty: "Ah!...I see...." [As they charge down the corridor Sulu discards his jersey and empties the contents of the bottle over himself......Two guards coming round the corner are so startled that the starfleet insignia drop off their jerseys in sheer surprise....and by mere reflex action their phasers are flicked to 'kill' and two lethal bolts are unleashed after the rapidly departing Sulu and Scotty...] Scotty: "..In the name o' the wee man!...that was CLOSE!" Sulu: "Too right!...keep running!" Scotty: "Wait a minute..!!...we passed that same corridor just a minute ago!..We must be going round in circles..." Sulu: "...Don't worry....I think it has something to do with the budget for the film set..." Scotty: "Ah!..ok..." Sulu: "There's the turbolift door up ahead!.." [They jump into the lift...] Scotty: "Bridge" Lift: "Bridge what?" Scotty: "Please!" Lift: "That's better....Now a few manners don't hurt do they?" Scotty: "Grrr...I wish these lifts came under my jurisdiction in the Engineering section...I'd soon FIX them..." Lift: "I heard that..." Sulu: "Are we at the Bridge level yet?" Lift: "Yes...You can get off now...and good riddance.." [The turbolift doors open and Scotty and Sulu step on to the Bridge] "SURPRISE!!!!!!": shouts everyone on the Bridge. Jim: [..wearing a party hat, steps forward and hands a present to Sulu and Scotty..] "Happy birthday!.." Scotty: "Why, you rotten..." [the grim look on his face slowly turning into a smile..] Jim: "Sorry about all the hassle we put you both through...but the only way we could keep you off the bridge while we prepared everything was to lock you up..." Sulu: "What about those aliens?...and how did you know Scotty and I had the same birthday?" Jim: "questions questions!!....come and enjoy the party...it IS for you after all....here, have a sausage roll....but PLEASE..put that sword away first!" [They all laugh jovially....and the party goes on into the night...which is a bit of a strange thing to say considering the ship is in deep space where day and night have no meaning...but I think you know what I mean..] *****A NEW ADVENTURE STARTS SOON!!! ***** What were Scotty and Sulu's presents? What happened to the strange globular aliens?...How did Jim know that Scotty and Sulu had the same birthday?..DO they actually have the same birthday?..or was it just a cheap attempt at a coherent ending to a floundering episode? All these questions...and many more.. won't be answered in the next thrilling installment.... ****************************************************************************** Credits: Storyline: David 'Dangerous' Young Sandwiches designed by: Arthur Pewty Fight Arranger: Ronald Reagan Computer System Kindly Run By: Those Wonderful Comp.Centre Peeps. And thanks especially to our wonderful system security manager who has kindly overlooked this particular breach. Special Thanks to: The Ops,CCA244,CNBP01,CRAA15,CADU34,CLIP07 CBAR28, CAEP08 and many others for their undying support for the author through his most troubled times, and for chipping in to pay for the psychiatric help. FREEEEEEEE!!! Spock Pinup picture!!! 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In the beginning there was a void.....a dark, absolute void...a place of utter emptiness.... ..and it was pretty quiet as well.... THEN...suddenly ....out of the blue came a voice.... "Space.....The final frontier...These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise....It's five year mission, to seek out new life and new civilisation....to boldly go where no man has gone before..." Woooo-oooo ...woo woo woo woo-eee-oooooo Then something indeterminate flashed past at incredible speed...yes..it was vax trek part 16.... ___-___ o==o======= . . . . . =========== ||// \ \_|//__ #_______/ "Sulu, take us home....I'm dying for a packet of wine gums" Star Trek VIII, "The Voyage Home" --------------------------------- Episode 1 --------- [In the background a few red jerseyed cleaning operatives can be seen... apparently clearing up the debris left by a wild and riotous party] Captain's Log, Stardate Seven, Fifty-Nine point Nine Three ---------------------------------------------------------- ...The "end of adventure" party seemed to go quite well on the whole.. ..though I can't help feeling that Spock wasn't really entering fully into the spirit of the occasion.....He seemed to spend most of the time crawling about on the floor and peering up the ventilation ducts..which isn't the sort of behaviour you really expect from a ship's science officer.....I wonder what he's up to... Scotty: [not very enthusiastically] "..emm..Thanks for the socks captain" [He'd actually hoped for a trans-warp flux re-inverter add on unit for the ship's engines......] Jim: "...a pleasure Scotty...Thought I'd get you something practical for your birthday" [As it was to become apparent in a future adventure the trans-warp flux re-inverter add on unit would have proved much more practical. The extra 4 warp factors it provided not only gives the captain more choice over what warp factor to use...but also would have enabled the Enterprise to outrun the 6 Klingon battlecruisers which ultimately destroyed it.] Scotty: "Hmmm" Sulu: "...oh yes...and thanks captain for the new sub-mega meson total buggerator phaser system you got installed on my console for me...it looks fun to use..." [This was to prove a completely impractical gift for a number of reasons: 1. There was still some doubt in Sulu's mind (and for that matter in the minds of the rest of the crew) over the issue of whether he was the weapon's officer or the navigator. In which case..could he be trusted with the control of such a deadly weapon? 2. Sulu's misuse of the facility in another future episode was also responsible for the demise of the Enterprise. An episode in which a pair of nice warm socks would have proved much more useful. ] Jim: "Don't mention it Sulu..." Spock: "Jim....I urge you to take some action over this tribble situation" Jim: "Look Spock....for the tenth time...There are NO tribbles on the ship...you're just imagining it. None of us have seen any" Spock: "They're spreading like wild-fire through the ventilation system! There must be thousands of them in there now." Jim: "Spock...get back to your duties....I'll hear no more of this tribble nonsense." Spock: [looking exasperated] "...oh very well...." [He trudges over to his console, sits down and appears to get back to his work.....but every few minutes he glances nervously towards one of the ventilation ducts and mutters to himself] Jim: "Right Sulu.....give us warp factor 6. Direction...Well sort of point us in the general direction of Earth....we're going home.." Scotty: [muttering] "..warp factor 6...Huh!....we could be doing warp factor 14 now with a trans-warp flux re-inverter...." Jim: "What was that Scotty?" Scotty: "Oh...emm...nothing..." Jim: "Uhura....open all hailing frequencies......and patch me through to Starfleet Command back on Earth....There's something I've been meaning to ask them for quite a while.." Uhura: [boredly] "..hailing frequencies open, sir..." Jim: "This is Captain James T.Kirk of the Federation Starship Enterprise." Starfleet Command: "Go ahead Kirk...we read you loud and clear" Jim: "Well I have a bit of a tricky question which has been bothering me for some time....How is it that the ship can go much faster than light yet it will take us 2 weeks to get back to Earth, whereas this radio conversation we are having has no time delay at all?" Starfleet Command: [Silence] [Twelve days later] Uhura: "Message coming through from Starfleet Command, Captain" Jim: "At last..." Starfleet Command: "You bloody idiot Kirk!...you utter utter idiot!..we could have got away with that for at least the rest of the series but you had to go and open your big mouth...." Uhura: "Message ends, Captain..." Jim: ".....ah....emmm.....right...I think we'll forget about our return to Earth at the moment...They sound a little upset....Sulu take us to the Sirius Alpha sector....we haven't been there for a while..." [At this point the mathematically minded amongst you will pause to work out how fast the Enterprise has been travelling on average, knowing that it met a message travelling out from Earth at the speed of light which had been sent twelve days ago. Answers on a postcard to me....cos I'd damn well like to know] Sulu: "Aye Aye, sir.." Spock: "Captain...our two day distance from Earth has brought us within Federation parcel post range.....Ensign Johnson down in the transporter room says a package just beamed aboard for you..." Jim: "Ah!...that'll be my new beer making kit....great!" [Sheeesh] [Ensign Johnson steps on to the bridge and hands over a small package] Jim: [looking disappointed] "Aw!....it's the damned Reader's Digest... 'Dear CAPTAIN KIRK, Scratch off the three panels to reveal whether you have won a major prize in our 500,000 credit prize draw bonanza! Yes you CAPTAIN KIRK of STARSHIP ENTERPRISE, SOMEWHERE IN DEEP SPACE could be on the way to winning a super slimline speedboat, five hang-gliders or a super deluxe home beer making kit.....'" Spock: "Go on Jim....scratch off the panels....I can't stand the excitement" Jim: "Surprise surprise....I've won a major prize....AGAIN......." [He flings the junk mail disappointedly into his personal command chair waste basket and yawns] "Well maybe something exciting will happen in next week's episode...." [How's that for a contrived ending?] *****YES!!! MORE VAX TREK SOON.....***** Look...don't get all upset...I was only setting the scene this week for the major excitement of the next episode! I've given you time to delve more deeply into the characters' individual personalities and foibles (whatever THEY are). I get so many letters saying "Why doesn't VAX trek deal in more detail with some of the deeper social issues which confront us today?...Why has VAX Trek not addressed some of the underlying injusticies of our society today by parody and obscure metaphor? Why not explore more deeply the personalities and foibles of the crew members themselves? ....Why doesn't Spock take all his clothes off so we can see what a Vulcan looks like with nothing on?" To all these I say: If you want to talk funny and make lewd suggestions then don't write to me....I'm sure there are plenty of places you can get confidential help. ****************************************************************************** Credits: Storyline: David 'Dangerous' Young Sandwiches designed by: Arthur Pewty Fight Arranger: Ronald Reagan Computer System Kindly Run By: Those Wonderful Comp.Centre Peeps. And thanks especially to our wonderful system security manager who has kindly overlooked this particular breach. Special Thanks to: The Ops,CCA244,CNBP01,CRAA15,CADU34,CLIP07 CBAR28, CAEP08 and many others for their undying support for the author through his most troubled times, and for chipping in to pay for the psychiatric help. David J. Young <CNBR10@vaxc.strathclyde.ac.uk> ─────────────────────────── * IBM: Installed By Mistake
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Title : When I was a lad Original : When I was a Lad Group : Gilbert and Sullivan Author : Tony Duell <ard@siva.bris.ac.uk> Intro : Song : When I was a lad I served a term As office boy in a computer firm. I cleared the bugs out, and I got to grips With polishing the silicon on all their chips. [With polishing the silicon on all their chips.] I polished up that silicon so carefully That now I am responsible for Phoenix 3. [He polished up that silicon so carefully That now he is responsible for Phoenix 3.] At cleaning chips I made such a name That a drinks pro-grammer I soon became: I mixed soup, cola and some fizzy tea, And when the program ran it cost 8p. [And when...] The users so enjoyed this Most Vile Tea That now I am responsible for Phoenix 3. [The users...] At making drinks I acquired such a knack That at operatorship I had a crack: I did the crossword, read about foot-ball And never tried unloading Printer 3 at all. [And never...] I tore off output sheets so carelessly That now I am responsible for Phoenix 3. [He tore...] The users often saw me every day, So I took on the job of a P.A. I told the beginners of GCAL and ZED, Or phoned up experts for their views instead. [Or phoned...] I passed the buck along so frequently That now I am responsible for Phoenix 3. [He passed...] I worked so hard that I required a rest, And so they got me dealing with SUGGEST: I took three months off, turned the users sour By claiming that I was a shortage of manpower. [By claiming...] I took a year off, did the C.S.T. To learn enough to work on Phoenix 3. [He took...] At user-friendliness I'd made such a mess, They got me working hard on MVS: I made commands obscure and twice as long, And changed the syntax so most jobs went wrong. [And changed...] I made such trouble they upgraded me By making me responsible for Phoenix 3. [He made...] Now hackers all, whoever you may be, If you want to do things faster than Queue D, If your eyes are forever glued to VDUs, Then leave the rat race and its four job queues: [Then leave...] Keep clear of machines, IBM or BBC, And you may get the blame for parts of Phoenix 3! [Keep clear...] ─────────────────────────────────────── * IBM: International Bubblegum Machines
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Title : When you try to get work from the data network Original : The Nightmare Song (When you're lying awake) Group : Gilbert & Sullivan Author : ? (First seen at Cambridge, England) Intro : Song : When you try to get work from the Data Net-work, and you're tapping the keys with impatience, It will say it's congested, your code stays untested, all users are waiting for sessions. For with C.I.P. errors and similar terrors the C.U.D.N. tries to thwart you And you hit RETURN thrice and ask friends for advice - for again the new system has caught you, As your password is typed out before it is wiped out (by hitting the button marked CLEAR SCREEN), And you hit CONTROL/P C and try to get busy at trying to conquer the machine! Then the system expires and you pull out the wires and you find that the VDU's broken, Get another one near, then walk out with a jeer for by now it won't let any folk on! Well at last it permits you to log on and hits you, you join all the users in weeping, For your session's such pain, and there's so little gain that you'd very much better be sleeping! For you find your UPDATEing a file, and you're waiting five minutes for ZED to acknowledge, While the user next door throws a fit on the floor and runs screaming back home to his college; And you're typing ahead as you're waiting for ZED, then refile to a file that is GUARDed, But forgot to say YES and you're now in a mess, as you think the result's been discarded; Then you try to use RUN and it's really no fun, for the scheduler's not very clever, And you're job's in queue D and you really can't see if it's likely to run now, or ever. Well you try once again and it runs right as rain, so you have a quick look with COLLECTREAD: The results of your look - "Standard Fixup" was took - IBM's guess not what you expect/need! Fortran IV you reject, as you're program's all wrecked, so you dump all your files TLS-wise, But the filename's too long, ARCHIVE always goes wrong, and you're finding it's too much now, stress-wise! So at INFO.NEW you look, feeling quite blue, and you find that the CS has faltered: All the keywords changed round, and you don't like the sound for the language is terribly altered: For it's IBM-ese, wasn't written to please, though amuses the people who wrote it, Each command a long word, of the like never heard, some anomalies that you've just noted. From your work you now rest, see INFO.SUGGEST, which no-body has looked at for ages, So you try SUGGEST-FILE, and ironically smile, which is better than yielding to rages! Now with PRINTOUT you fail, it is lost in the mail, and your hair you are frantically tearing, POST and ROUTE get ignored, once again you've been floored! You log off with a shudder despairing... You are worn out and tired, feel the chief should be fired, For he won't sympathise, to use PHX never tries, And you're angry and cross, with the time that is loss, With a pain in you brain, swear "no more!" (all in vain!) For your session's a waste, never more should be faced, And you're nerves are all frayed, and your output's mislayed, You can't fix it today, the adviser's away, And you haven't been lying in clover: But the session is past, and it's teatime at last, And the torment's been long, ditto ditto my song, And thank goodness they're both of them over! ───────────────────────── * IBM: I'll Buy Macintosh
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ŮĎTitle : What is a Hacker? Original : What is a DJ? Group : Spike Jones Author : Russell Street <russells@ccu1.aukuni.ac.nz> Intro : [longish - sth] Sometime ago I recorded from a radio programme a Spike Jones recording "What is a DJ?". I think it was recorded in the 50's -- it includes a reference to televison advertising stealing from radio. It has only recently occured to me that it is perfect for adapting to describe the "hacker". Above is my first attempt to do this, along with the original (below) Unfortunately I can not find out who actually wrote it or when. The only information that the announcer gave was that it was a Spike Jones recording, and it was only released once. I have only changed the words to suit computer ideas, keeping with the original flow, patterns and concepts. Any suggestions this could improve this are welcomed. The original recording has some organ music that flows with and emphasis the way it is read. It is difficult to reproduce this in text. Most of this is to do with the speed at which it is spoken. The original: What is a DJ? ------------- Between the commercialism of the sponsor, and the innocence of the radio audience we find a delightful creature called the Disc Jockey. Disc Jockeys come in assorted sizes, weights and colours. But all disc Jockeys have the same creed: to fill every minute of every hour of every day with records and commercials. And to protest with noise, their only weapon, when the last programme has finished and the radio sponsor switches his interest to television. Disc Jockeys are found everywhere -- radio stations, golf courses, advertising agencies, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running away to, on top of **OLD SMOKY**. Mothers ignore them, little girls don't understand them, older sisters tolerate them, adults HA! Heaven and the advertising agencies protect them. A disc jockey is truth with a script in his hand, beauty with a bloodshot voice, wisdom with a cut of the profits, and the hope of the sponsor with a frog in his throat. When you are busy a disc jockey is a inconsiderate, bothersome, intruding jangle of noise. When you want him to play a beautiful melodic record his brain turns to jelly. Or else he becomes a savage sadistic jungle creature bent on destroying his Hooper rating and himself with a brass band playing into an echo chamber. A disc jockey is a composite. He has the brain of an adding machine, the ulcers of a banker, the persistency of an auctioneer, the diction of a train announcer, the subtlety of a meat cleaver, and when he has to put a record on the turn-table by himself he has five thumbs on each hand! <CRASH> He likes free albums, swimming pools, Dixieland records, cadallics, money, sponsors (in their natural habitat), free passes and the girl-across-the-street. He is not much for music, song sloggers, other disc Jockeys, the sales department, engineers, and the girl-across-the-street's husband. Nobody else is so early to rise or to late to supper. Nobody else gets so much fun out of old joke books, loud records, fan mail and females. Nobody else can cram into one half hour so many commercials about soap, falling hair, toothpaste, deodorant, non-skid tyres and a large chunk of unknown substance. A disc jockey is a magical creature. You can turn him off your radio but you can't turn him off your neighbour's radio. You can get him out of your mind, but you can't get him out of the air. He's a bleary-eyed, syrup-voiced, fast-talking, bundle of noise. But, when you wake up in the morning with only the shattered pieces of your sleep and dreams he can make you wish you'd never been born with the two magic words: GOOD MORNING! ────────────────────────────── * IBM: Incredibly Big Monopoly
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Song : What is a Hacker? (version 1.01) Adapted by Russell Street (russells@ccu1.aukuni.ac.nz) Between the commericalism of the MSIS department, and the innocence of the Real User we find a delightful creature called the Computer Hacker. Hackers come in assorted sizes, weights and colours. But all hackers have the same creed: to fill every byte of every disk of every machine with source code and old news. And to protest with flames, their only weapon, when the last process is KILLed and the computer centre switches to a "better" computer. Hackers are found everywhere -- univerities, colleges, corporations, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running away to, on top of **VAXen**. Management ignores them, secretaries don't understand them, Customer Support tolerate them, administrators HA! Heaven and the greatful user protect them. A hacker is intelligence with a head ache, elegance with a core dump, daring with a secure backup, and the hope of the admin with the root password. When you are busy a hacker is a inconsiderate, bothersome, intruding, resource hogging process. When you want him to solve your problem his brain turns to jelly. Or else he becomes a savage sadistic jungle creature bent on destroying his reputation and your data with a misplaced 'rm -r'. A hacker is a composite. He has the brain of a adding machine, the stealth of a thief, the percistancy of a tiger, the resourcefulness of cracker, the subtetly of a meat cleaver. And when he has to put a tape in a drive by himself he has five thumbs on each hand! <CRASH> He likes USENET access, e-mail, source code, nethack, money, admins (in their natural habitat), free accounts and the new-girl-in-the-operator's-room. He is not much for paper work, code grinders, other hackers on his machine, the MSIS department, dummy money, and the new-girl-in-the-operator's-room's husband. Nobody else is so late to rise or to late to supper. Nobody else gets so much fun out of old news files, loud records, junk food and females. Nobody else can cram into one half hour so many requests for restores, bulk chowning, increased disk space, more processer time, faster CPUs and a large chunk of unknown substance. A hacker is a magical creature. You can kick him off your terminal but you can't kick him off your neighbour's terminal. You can get him out of your mind, but you can't get him out of the batch queue. He's a bleary-eyed, syrup-voiced, fast-talking, bundle of keystrokes. But, when you are editing, with only the shattered pieces of working code backed up, he can make you wish you'd saved sooner with the two magic words: SYSTEM CRASH! ────────────────────────────── * IBM: Inferior But Marketable
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Title : The Wall 2 Original : The Wall Group : Pink Floyd Author : Nathan Torkington <gnat@kauri.vuw.ac.nz> Intro : Song : "Another User in the Wall Part 1" Root has flown across the ocean Leaving just a memory Coredumps from /bin ls Root, what else did you leave for me? Root, what'd'ja leave behind for me?! All in all, you were just a pain in the ass, All in all, we are all just pains in the ass. "Another Brick in the Wall part 2" {\lead} We don't need no pull-down-menus We don't need no rescaled fonts No dark icons in the corner Hackers, leave those Macs alone. Hey! Hackers! Leave them Macs alone! All in all it's just another WIMP up for sale All in all you're just another WIMP up for the sale. {\kids} We don't need no fancy windows We don't need no title bars No MultiFinder in the startup Hackers leave them Macs alone Hey! Hackers! Leave them Macs alone! All in all it's just another WIMP up for sale All in all you're just another WIMP up for sale. {\guitar} "Another Brick In the Wall Part 3" I don't need no mice around me And I don't need no fonts to calm me. I have seen the writing on the wall. Don't think I need any WIMP at all. No! Don't think I need any WIMP at all. No! Don't think I'll need any WIMP at all. All in all it was all just bricks in the wall. All in all you were all just bricks in the wall. ────────────────────────────── * IBM: Installed By Masochists
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Title : VAX Raphosdy Original : Bohemian Rhapsody Group : Queen Author : Russell Street <russells@ccu1.aukuni.ac.nz> Intro : Song : VAX Raphosdy ------------ Is this the real login:? Is it a trap? Caught on a terminal No escape from the committee Open your mail Look up to the skies And see... I'm just a poor hacker, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go Little high, little low Hit me where the wind blows, Doesn't really matter to me, to me Momma, just killed a VAX Type a command into the shell, Hit RETURN, now it's dead Momma, my account had just begun And now I've gone and thrown it all away Momma, didn't mean to make you crash If I'm not back on this time tomorrow Hack on, hack on as if nothing really matters Too late -- my time has come Sent shivers down my spine Bodies aching all the time Goodbye everybody, I've got to go Got to leave you all behind and face the truth Momma, (every way the wind blows) I don't wanna kicked off, I sometimes wish I'd never logged on at all ... ─────────────────────────────────────────────── * IBM: Intergalactic Brotherhood of Muthaf**kas
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Title: My Favorite Klingons (some Star Trek synopses) Author: Warren Siegel _______________________________________________________________________ STAR TREK: THE MACINTOSH GENERATION _______________________________________________________________________ ENCOUNTER AT GUNPOINT Picard saves a big jellyfish. GET NAKED NOW After both get drunk, Jean gets Lucky with Beverly. Data, interested in learning human behavior, follows his example. COAT OF HONOR Yar beats up a king who gets out of line with her. This fails to discourage him, so she beats up his wife, who then divorces him. HAVEN In this episode it is revealed that Christine Chapel is really Deanna Troi's mother (which would make Gene Roddenberry Deanna's father). Troi is forced into a prearranged marriage, but tries to avoid it by challenging Kirk to a duel. Meanwhile, her fiance dumps her for a leper. WHERE CAPTAIN KIRK HAS GONE BEFORE Picard gives Wesley the keys to the ship, and he gets in an accident. THE LOST OUTPOST The first encounter with the Ferengi, a race who drink way too much coffee. On an alien planet the crew of Enterprise discovers some Japanese who still think WWII isn't over. LONELY AMONG US While on a mission to the movie planet Paramount, the Enterprise is invaded by a super-intelligent cloud that kills the Captain. Fortunately, the crew discovers they can bring dead people back to life with the transporter, which they unfortunately forget by the next episode. JUST US Wesley visits a planet, and the people there want to kill him, too. THE BATTLE The Ferengi give Picard a headache. Picard tries to destroy the Enterprise with the Picard Maneuver, but Data stops him with the Data Maneuver. Riker saves the Captain with the Heimlich Maneuver. HIDE AND Q Q returns and makes Riker a member of the Q Continuum. Riker then offers to satify the crew's wildest dreams, but they decide to keep him instead. TOO SHORT A SEASON Another writer's strike forces the Enterprise to suffer a boring script. THE BIG GOODBYE Picard outsmarts a hologram. DATA'S SORE Data beats up Worf, takes over the Enterprise, and blames it all on his brother. ANGEL WON Riker is marooned on a planet run by women. They kick him off. 11001001 Riker finds this phone number on the bathroom wall, then discovers his blind date is a hologram. Meanwhile, some shy robots take over the Enterprise. HOME SOIL The Enterprise just barely manages to defeat some guys a billion times smaller than they are, but what do you expect from a bunch of ugly bags of mostly water? WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS Aliens kidnap Wesley for ransom. After a couple of hours, they agree to pay Picard to take him off their hands. COMING OF AGE Wesley flunks his Starfleet Academy entrance exam because he's only smart enough to save the Enterprise and not the entire galaxy. As part of the exam, the examiners trick Wesley into thinking he let somebody die. (Wait'll he sees what Academy hazing is like.) HARD OF GLORY Klingons try to destroy the Enterprise out of nostalgia, but Worf kills them to teach them what honor is really all about. (Good thing Worf never saw any episodes from the old series.) THE ARSENAL OF FREEDOM The crew of the Enterprise discover a planet where all TV programming consists entirely of commercials, and replace it with old Star Trek reruns. SKIN OF EVIL The Enterprise is attacked by a being of pure acne. SYMBIOSIS The Entrerprise discovers a solar system with a planet where everybody believes that a drug they're addicted to is actually a cure for something. Right next to it is a planet where everybody believes tobacco is totally harmless and tastes good, and another planet where everybody believes everything the NRA tells them. WE'LL ALWAYS HAVE PARROTS Captain Picard invites his old girl-friend aboard, but before she can make her move, Beverly crushes her. CONSPIRACY Starfleet Command is invaded by those yucky things from Star Trek II, but now they go in through the mouth instead of the ear. (I hate to think where they'll enter next time.) THE NEUTRAL ZONE Picard learns that fresh is better than frozen. The Borg invade the Federation, but forget all about it and go back home. ____________ THE CHILD (No, not Wesley.) Troi finally gets pregnant, but can't remember who the father is because she slept through the whole thing. (Troi: "I feel...?") Picard calls a meeting to decide what to do (Picard: "Who did it?" Riker: "Don't look at me!" Worf: "Kill it!"), but before he can make up his mind, the kid grows up, leaves home, graduates from college, and gets his own starship. WHERE SILENCE HAS LEASE The Entrerprise is attacked by the alien super-intelligence Hava Nagila who, like most alien super-intelligences, is too stupid to know how to ask questions, and so does experiments on them instead. He learns that the concept of curved space drives Klingons crazy. ELEMENTARY, DEAR DATA The most intelligent member of the crew turns out to be a hologram. To save his own job, Picard turns him off. THE OUTRAGEOUS ARCHON Data tries to learn to become a comic, but discovers that he was already funny to start with. THE SCHIZOID MAN Data beats up Picard and blames it on his grandfather. LOUS AS A WHISPER A deaf mediator finds he can no longer function when someone removes the banana from his ear. UNNATURAL SELECTION The Enterprise discovers some children that everybody is allergic to. Pulaski gets cured by the transporter but, as usual, everybody forgets this medical breakthrough by the next episode. ANTI-MATTER OF HONOR Picard tries the Tribble Maneuver with Riker, but the Klingons give him right back. THE MEASURE OF A MAN Data teaches the rest of the crew the Metric System. THE DOLPHIN Wesley finds he's no Kirk when he dates a marine mammal. Her mother gets mad and beats up Worf. CONTAGION A computer virus invades the Enterprise. It takes Geordi the whole episode to remember the backup tapes and to reboot. THE ROYALE Data can cheat at gambling even better than Kirk, since he doesn't have to make up his own games. TIME SQUARED Picard commits suicide. THE ICARUS FACTOR Worf finally has his Bar Mitzvah. PEN PALS Data wants to save a planet from utter annihilation, but nobody can agree whether it's OK because they all learned the Prime Directive from watching episodes of the old show instead of reading their Starfleet Manuals. (Too bad Saavik wasn't around.) Data takes things into his own hands, and the Captain changes his mind and decides not to stop him after he hears what a cute little voice Data's alien girl friend has. Q YOU Q introduces the Enterprise to the Borg, a race whose main interest is shopping. Q saves the Enterprise when the Borg threaten to turn it into a mall. SAMARITAN SNARE The Entrerprise is attacked by an inferior intelligence. UP THE WRONG LADDER Riker is about to have a clone, so he decides to have an abortion. Pulaski agrees. MANHUNT Lwaxana dumps Gene for Jean. Then she discovers that holograms are not only more intelligent than humans, but better lovers. THE EMISSARY A female Klingon shows Worf the "Kick Me" sign he's been wearing for the past two seasons, so he asks her to marry him and become a houseKlingon, but she chooses her career instead. PEAK PERFORMANCE Riker fianlly gets his own ship, but he blows it up, so the Enterprise has to take him back. SHADES OF GRAY We finally learn the meaning of "partly new episode". ___________ THE LIEUTENANTS OF COMMANDER A radioactive woman falls in love with Data, but he has no feelings for her. (If she only knew he was fully functional...) REVOLUTION Wesley accidentally invents a doomsday device, the nanoo-nanoo. Picard surrenders, but they agree to leave the Enterprise when he gives them a planet to conquer. Unfortunately, it turns out to be the same one Kirk already gave to Khan. THE SURVIVORS Picard harasses a lonely old man, but leaves him alone after he finds out he committed genocide. HOW MUCH WATCH WOULD A WATCHER WATCH Some Vulcanoids mistake the Captain for "The Donald", in response to which he surrenders to them. THE BONDING Worf finally finds someone too small to beat him up, and they become instant friends. The boy's (no, not Wesley's) mother disapproves of the arrangement. BOOBY TRAP Troi's new dress is so tight she can't move. While experimenting on the holodeck with Princess Leia, Geordi discovers a way to free her. THE ENEMA Geordi loses his glasses and white contact lenses after a Romulan shows him where he can put them. THE PRICE Troi falls in love with a visitor who is half betazoid, half creepazoid. THE VENGEANCE FACTOR A hundred-year-old woman falls in love with Riker, so he blasts her to smithereens. THE DEFECTIVE Data kisses up to Picard by learning some Shakespeare. A Romulan traitor tries to help the Federation by lying and being generally obnoxious, but his fellow planetpersons turn out to be better at it then he is, being well trained at dishonor. (Too bad they didn't watch the old series.) THE HUNTER A pacifist killer makes fools out of the Enterprise crew. THE HIGH GROUND Another contemporary story told from a contemporary point of view with a contemporary conclusion, but with futuristic props. DATA Q Q is kicked out of the Q Continuum, who exile him to the Enterprise and take away all his powers except whining. A MATTER OF PERSPECTIVE In a trial, Troi can't tell who's lying. What happened to those good-old lie detectors they had in the original series? YESTERDAY'S ENTERPRISE In an alternate timeline, there is a TV show called "Star Trek" where the Enterprise blasts enemy ships to bits every week, the Captain never surrenders, there is no Counselor, and the Klingons are bad guys. This is one episode of that program, obtained through a black hole. There was a minor bit of editing, however, including changing the Captain's name from "Kirk" to "Picard." THE LOOSE SPRING Data's daughter makes a pass at Riker, who flees in terror. Another robot confuses itself to death, but Kirk was nowhere in sight. SONS OF THE FATHER Worf's brother treats him like an ass ('cause that's the Klingon way), then asks for his help. Worf saves his home planet, for which they disown him. ("Being a Klingon means never having to say you're sorry.") ALLEGIANCE Alien's replace Picard with an imitation whose only flaw is that he isn't so stuck-up. CAPTAIN'S HOLIDAY The further adventures of that famous archeologist, Indiana Jean. THIN MAN These are the voyages of the warbird Tomahawk. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, and to kill them. HOLLOW PURSUITS The aw-A Team learns that one of its members has a problem. (Worf: "I pity the poor fool that messes with the holodeck!") THE MOST BOYS A strange alien who collects baseball players decides Data would make a great center fielder. SORRY Spock's father tuns out to be a bigger nag than Troi's mother. Beverly finally smacks Wesley. MANAGE A TROI Lwaxana meets her match in a Ferengi (or is that "Ferengus"?) who's as desperate as she is. She escapes by threatening to bring the rest of Gene's relatives on as guest stars every year. TRANSFIGURATIONS Jesus visits the Enterprise. THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS The alien tanker Mega Borg returns and threatens to oil slick the entire galaxy. Riker answers that age-old riddle, "How do you keep a Trekkie in suspense for three months?" ────────────────────────────────── * IBM: Italian Branch of the Mafia
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From: sfn20715@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu Subject: Hitler's Rap The following is blantantly stolen from Mel Brooks. In the real version, he break-dances with sexy SS cadetts. --------8<-----------------------------------8<-------------- Well hi there people, you know me, I used to run a little joint called Joimany. I was number one, the people's choice, and eveybody listened to mah mighty voice! My name is Adolph, I'm on the mike, I'm gonna hip ya to the story, of the new third Reich. It all began down in Munich town and pretty soon the word started gettin around. So I said to Martin Boehmann, I said "Hey Marty! Why dont we throw a little Nazi party?" So we had an election, well kinda sorta, and before you knew it, Hello, new Order! To all the little muddars in the fadder land, I said "Achtung, baby!" I got me a plan. Dey said "What you got, Adolph, What you gonna do?" I said "How about this one, World War Two!" I said "Heil, Heil! Siegity Heil!" I'm gonna stick it unto em, sinbolic style. I drunk wine on the Rhine with the finest ladies, then did it in the back of my black Mercedes. With your boots in black and your shirt in brown, get back Jack, you can't get down! Soon all the little countries they began to fall, Ya better believe, we was havin a ball. Denmark, Belgium, France, and Poland, da troops were rockin and the tanks were rollin! We was on a roll, we couldn't loose, then came D-Day, the birth of the blues. People all around me started swallowing pills, lets face it folks, we was goin down the hill. So I grabbed a blonde, and a case of beer, and said "The Russians are comin, lets get out of here!" So you say I had a poor demeanor, got me a one-way ticket to Argentina*. ----------- * For those of you not in the know, Hitler is 100 years old and living in the mountains of Argentina (Just read the Enquirier! :-) ) I think this is pretty close to the real version. Email me if you think otherwise. If you happen to find this offensive, thats your problem! Extra strength asbestos nuclear powered flame shield: ON. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────── * "You're all just a bunch of happy campers!" Dan Quayle.
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SezamTrek ------------------------------------------------------------------------ THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS II Picard tries to lull the Borg to sleep but it works on the viewer instead. FAMILY w8[žX.VVküŢąĐíüĐíĽüÁň═ĐĽ╔ňüŻÖüíą═üŇ╣ŹŠĽüůŹĐŇůŠŠňü뼹╣Łüíą═ü╣Ľ┴íĽŢ╣5 BROTHERS Brent Spiner complains once too often about his Data makeup. SUDDENLY HUMAN The writers actually intended to make the crew look stupid this time. REMEMBER ME Wesley almost kills his mother. PURGATORY The enterprise crew investigates why their worst episodes are the first to get rerun. REUNION Picard has the opportunity to decide who leads the Klingon Empire. It takes a whole hour to flip the coin. FUTURE IMPERFECT Riker dreams he's Captain. FINAL MISSION It's a lie! Wesley's back next season! THE LOSS Troi considers leaving the program so she has fans vote as to whether or not she should stay. It was close. DATA'S DAY We take a closer look at Data, just in case you thought he was smarter than the others. THE WOUNDED O'Brien beams aboard some Cardassians ("Widest possible dispersion, Sir?"). DEVIL'S DUE Patrick Stewart fins he can't overact enough to be Kirk. CLUES Picard is bothered by continuity errors despite the fact that they never bothered Kirk. CLOSE CONTACT Riker is seduced by Lilith. GALAXY'S CHILD Geordi is caught with his pants down on the holodeck. NIGHT TERRORS "OOOH! THE PAIN! PLEASE, NO MORE!" Can't argue with that. IDENTITY CRISIS Geordi learns he's going to vanish so he renegotiates his contract. THE NTH DEGREE What you get after 3n years of university. CUPIE Q turns the crew into little dolls. THE NUMBHEAD Worf tries to get Picard court martialed and then blames it on an Admiral. HALF A LIFE A story about creatures who normally live for TWO hours. THE HOST Dr. Crusher falls in love with Bob Barker. THE MINDS EYE Geordi tries to kill a Klingon and then blames it on the Romulans. IN THEORY Data discovers he's not fully functional after all. REDEMPTION Viewers finally get to see a NG Klingon ship go BOOM. Data threatens to turn off life support in an effort to maintain his command. DARN MUCK Picard steps in something. ENSIGN RO Prologue to the new series, ``Star Trek: We're in Deep Shit Now!" AW, MA, DON' 'AVE A COW! Data reveals that he has stored Bart Simpson's memories. DISASTER The warranty on the ship expires. THE SHAME A crew full of Starfleet officers is outwitted by Wesley and his new girlfriend. UNIFICATION "This can't be a two parter! It's in the middle of the season!" "Then where the hell is Spock?" Picard searches for Spock. A MATTER OF TIME Picard fries phasers at a planet of masochists. They thank him. NEW GROUND Worf, after getting beaten up by everyone else, faces off against a two year old boy. HERO WORSHIP A young boy decides he has no more feeling or passion than the script does. VIOLATIONS Troi, Riker, Beverly and the viewers all fall into comas. THE MASTERPIECE SOCIETY The enterprise encounters a society where artists have no common sense and scientists have no imagination. CORNY AND DUMB The crew can't remember who they are. The viewers would rather forget. POWER PLAY Troi, Data and O'Brien try to take over the Enterprise and then blame it on ghosts. ETHICS Worf is told by Beverly that he'll have to give up his dream of being a ballet dancer. THE OUTCAST The Enterprise visits the lesbian planet. CAUSE AND FX The crew experiences deja vu. Finally, they realise that it's a rerun. THE FIRST DUTY Wesley actually manages to accidentally kill somebody this time and then lies about thereby proving that he's grown up. WASTE OF FILM It has been experimentally demonstrated that not only do unborn children have a rudimentary intelligence but that this episode is sufficient to insult it. THE PERFECT SHOW If you're into sexist male fantasies (and aren't we all?). IMAGINARY FRIEND A real girl with an imaginary friend makes for a complex relationship. I, BORG You, Jean. THE NEXT PHASE Geordi and Ro find they're made for each other. INNER BLIGHT Picard gets shot by an alien probe so naturally they wait and see what happens. TIME'S ARROW Is not a relevant concept in the Star Trek universe. REALM OF FEAR Apparently, Barclay is the only one who knows enough quantum mechanics to be suspicious of the transporter. DORIAN OF THE GRAY Marina proves that she's only there for her looks by playing a role originally written for a painting. RELICS Scotty returns to save the day so the crew sets him adrift in a shuttlecraft. SCHISMS Picard and Geordi give the viewer a lecture on subspace. TRUE Q An adolescent Q realises that she can have anything she wants and goes after Riker. Apparently there's no accounting for taste. ───────────────────────────────── * IBM: Intshala Bacara Malesh [7]
english.116 niklaus,
(:> We gotta help these mindless E.E.'s... !!! Šta je pisac hteo da kaže? Eastern Europeans? (grrrr...) (: Sean :)
english.118 paki,
­> SezamTrek ­> FAMILY ­> ­> w8[žX.VVkčŢąĐíčĐíĽčÁň═ĐĽ╔ňčŻĐčíą═čŇ╣ŹŠĽčůŹĐŇůŠŠňč뼹╣Łčíą═č╣Ľ┴íĽŢ╣5 Ova epizoda bi onda trebala da nosi naslov 'ĆIRILICA'.
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I was going through my old files and found this jewel that was posted about two years ago by the wharf rat. In response to the recent spate of rodent-recipes, I offer the following as an example of true haut' cuisine: How to Cook a Berkeley Student Ingredients: One large or two small Berkeley Students. Ketchup. 2 large cloves garlic. Crisco or other solid vegetable shortening.(Lard may be substituted). 1 keg cheap beer. 1 lb. alfalfa sprouts. 2 lbs. assorted health foods, such as tofu or yogurt. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- First, catch a Berkeley Student. Remove the tail and horns. Carefully seperate the large ego and reserve for sauce. Remove any pencils, calculators, slide rules, or illegal drugs and discard. Clean the Student as you would squid, but do not seperate the tentacles from the body. If you have an older Student, such as a Graduate Student in Math , you may wish to tenderize by pounding the Student on a rock with a surfboard or other flat heavy object. Next, pour 1/2 of the keg of beer into a bath-tub and soak the Student in the beer for at least 12 hours. (If your Student belonged to a fraternity you may skip this step.) When the Student is sufficiently soaked, remove any clothes the Student may be wearing and rub it all over with the garlic. Then cover the Student with Crisco, using a slow circular motion, and taking care to cover every inch of the Student's body with the shortening. If it looks like fun, you may also cover your own body with Crisco. Be sure to remove your clothes first, if you do. Now post a request for Rogue source to net.general. Be sure to ask what "S.O." and "M.O.T.A.S." mean. Post at least 3 copies of this to ensure adequate flames for cooking your Student. When the flames have died down to a medium inferno, place your Student on top of your terminal until it's well tanned and the hair turns bleached blond. Be careful not to overcook, or the Berkeley Student may become radical. Make a sauce by combining the previously reserved ego, the alfafa sprouts, and ketchup to taste using cat(1) (see note). Redirect the output to your blender and puree' until smooth. Slice the Berkeley Student as you would any turkey, and serve accompanied by the assorted health foods and the remaining beer. Yum!,Yum!, the wharf rat note: use this command to make the sauce: cat ego sprouts ketchup >blender |puree ───────────────────────────────────── * IBM: Intercourse Beats Masturbation
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Q: How do you play Yugoslavian monopoly? A: Rip the board in half and throw hotels at each other. ───────────────────────────────────────────── * Eat crap! 10 trillion flies can't be wrong.
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Dear Dad, $chool i$ really great. I am making lot$ of friend$ and $tudying very hard. With all my $tuff, I $imply can't think of anything I need, $o if you would like, you can ju$t $end me a card, a$ I would love to hear from you. Love, Your $on. ══════════════════════════════════ Dear Son, I kNOw that astroNOmy, ecoNOmics, and oceaNOgraphy are eNOugh for to keep even an hoNOr student busy. Do NOt forget that the pursuit of kNOwledge is a NOble task, and you can never study eNOugh. Love, Dad ─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── * $$$ not found -- A)bort, R)efinance, D)eclare bankruptcy
english.123 darone,
Q: What do an envelope and a girl from Brighton have in common? A: They both need a good lick to shut them up.
english.124 skrajnalic,
WHY BEER IS BETTER THAN WOMEN... ============================================================================ 1. You can enjoy a beer every day of the month. 2. Beer stains wash out. 3. You don't have to wine and dine a beer. 4. Your beer is always waiting patiently for you while you are working. 5. When the beer goes flat, you toss it. 6. A beer is never late. 7. Hangovers disappear by themselves. 8. Your beer doesn't get jealous when you try a new one. 9. Beer labels come off without a fight. 10. A beer never has a headache. 11. You do not have to invite your beer for expensive dinners. 12. When you go to the town, you always know, that you can get a beer. 13. When you finish a beer, the bottle is still money worth. 14. A beer never gets crazy when you come home smelling of beer. 15. If you poor a beer right, you'll always get good head. 16. You can enjoy more than one beer per night without bad complications. 17. A beer always goes down easy. 18. You can share a beer with your friends. 19. You always know, that when you open a beer, you are the first. 20. A beer is always wet. 21. A beer never requires equal rights. 22. You can enjoy a beer in public. 23. A beer doesn't care about when you come home and will wait forever. 24. A frigid beer is a good beer. 25. You don't have to wash a beer before it tastes good.
english.125 ognjen,
Ljudovi, jel' se neko seca one pesme: Fuck is good, Fuck is funny, many people fuck for money... :) Zaboravio sam kako ide, pa neka neka dobra dusa posalje...
english.126 dcolak,
│ Fuck is good, │ Fuck is funny, │ many people │ fuck for money... Fuck yourself, save your money ... :) Sledge DAMMIR!
english.127 peca.st,
!-> Fuck is good, !-> Fuck is funny, !-> many people !-> fuck for money... Fuck is good, fuck is funny, everybody fuck for money. If you think the fuck is funny fuck yourself and save the money. Peđa.
english.128 dejanr,
If an O/S Ran Your Airline DOS Airline: Everybody pushes the airplane until it glides, then they jump on and let the plane coast until it hits the ground again, then they push again, jump on again and so on. DOS with QEMM Airline: The same thing - with more leg room to push. MAC Airline: All the stewards, stewardesses, captains, baggage handlers, and ticket agents look the same, act the same, and talk the same. Every time you ask questions about details, you are told you don't need to know, don't want to know, and that everything will be done for you without you having to know, so just shut up. OS/2 Airline: To board the plane, you have your ticket stamped ten different times by standing in ten different lines. Then you fill out a form showing where you want to sit and whether the plane should look and feel like an ocean liner, a passenger train, or a bus. If you succeed in getting on board the plane and the plane succeeds in getting off the ground, you have a wonderful trip... except for the times when the rudder and flaps get frozen in position, in which case you have time to say your prayers and get in crash position. Windows Airline: The airport terminal is nice and colorful, with friendly stewards and stewardesses, easy access to the plane, and a completely uneventful takeoff...then, once in the air, the plane blows up without any warning whatsoever. Win NT Airline: Everyone marches out on the runway, says the password in unison, and forms the outline of an airplane. Then they all sit down and make a whooshing sound like they're flying. Unix Airline: Everyone brings one piece of the plane with them when they come to the airport. They all go out on the runway and put the plane together piece by piece, arguing constantly about what kind of plane they're building. Mach Airline: There is no airplane. The passengers gather and shout for an airplane, then wait and wait and wait and wait. A bunch of people come, each carrying one piece of the plane with them. These people all go out on the runway and put the plane together piece by piece, arguing constantly about what kind of plane they're building. The plane finally takes off, leaving the passengers on the ground waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting. After the plane lands, the pilot telephones the passengers at the departing airport to inform them they have arrived. Newton Airline: After buying your tickets 18 months in advance, you finally get to board the plane. Upon boarding the plane, you are asked for your name. After 4-6 times, the crew member recognizes your name and you are then allowed to take your seat. As you are getting ready to take your eat, the steward announces that you will have to repeat the boarding process because they are out of room and need to recount to make sure they can take more passengers.
english.129 darone,
Javio se ssokorac iz Kanade :) Možete mu pisati na stanislav.sokorac@canrem.com A evo i viceva direktli: ========================= 30917 Za darone Nije pročitano. Od postmast 11.03.94. 06:12 2599 chr --------------------------------------------------- From moumee.uucp!canrem.com!stanislav.sokorac Fri, 11 Mar 1994 06:12:41 CET rem ote from fon (...) Hi! :) Zaboravio sam da ti posaljem moj prilog za vic meseca :). Nemam pojma da li ste ga imali na Sezamu ali je mnogo dobar :). The Sex Life of an Electron One night when his charge was at full capacity, Micro Farad decided to get a cute little coil to discharge him. He picked up Millie Amp and took her for a ride on his Megacycle. They rode across the Wheatstone bridge, around the Sine Wave, and into the magnetic field next to the flowing current. Micro Farad attracted by Millie's characteristic curve, soon had her field fully excited. He laid her on the ground potential, raised her frequency, lowered her resistance, and pulled out his high voltage probe. He inserted it in parallel and began to short circuit her shunt. Fully excited, Millie cried out, "Ohm. Ohm! Give me ohm!" With his tube at maximum output and her coil vibrating from the current flow, her shunt soon reached maximum heat. The excessive current had shorted her shunt, and Micro's capacity was rapidly discharged, and every electron was drained off. They fluxed all night trying various connections and hookings until his bar magnet had lost all of its strength, and he could no longer generate enough voltage to sustain his collapsing field. With his battery fully discharged, Micro was unable to excite his tickler, so they ended up reversing polarity and blowing each others' fuses. The End I jedan Star-Trek tag za kraj :). >>> We...are...Microsoft...You...will...be...assimilated... Pozdrav, Stasha. -------------------------------------------30917---
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Ę TROUBLESHOOTING FLOWCHART ┌───────────┐ │ START │ └─────┬─────┘ │ │ ┌────────V─────────┐ YES │ DOES │ NO ┌───────────┤ THE DAMN THING ├────────────┐ │ │ WORK │ │ │ └──────────────────┘ │ ┌────V────┐ ┌─────V───┐ │ DON'T │ │ DID YOU │ NO │ FUCK │ │ FUCK ├─────┐ │ WITH IT │ │ WITH IT │ │ └────┬────┘ └─────┬───┘ │ │ │ │ │ YES │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ ┌────────┐ ┌─────V────┐ │ │ ┌──────┐ NO │ DOES │ │ YOU │ │ │ │ HIDE │<<─────┤ ANYONE │<<───────┤ DUMBSHIT │ │ │ │ IT │ │ KNOW │ └──────────┘ │ │ └───┬──┘ └────┬───┘ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ YES │ ┌──────────V─┐ │ │ │ YES │ WILL YOU │ │ │ │<<────────────────│ CATCH HELL │ │ │ │ └──────┬─────┘ │ │ │ │ │ │ ┌─────V────┐ │ NO │ │ │ YOU POOR │ │ │ │ │ BASTARD │ │ │ │ └─────┬────┘ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ ┌───V──┐ ┌──────V─────┐ └─────>>V─────────>>│ STOP │<<─────────────┤ SHITCAN IT │ └──────┘ └────────────┘ ───────────────────────── * IBM: Idolized By Morons
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THE LOGINATAKA (Dialogue between a Guru and a Newbie) Speak, O Guru: How can I become a UNIX Wizard? O, Nobly Born: know that the Way to Wizardhood is long, and winding, and fraught with Peril. Thou must Attune thyself with the Source, attaining the arcane Knowledge and Conversation of the System Libraries and Internals. Speak, O Guru: What books should I study? Are the O'Reilly "Nutshell" guides a good place to start? O, Nobly Born: know that the O'Reilly books are but the palest shadow, the outermost Portal of the True Enlightenment. If thou desirest with True Desire to tread the Path of Wizardly Wisdom, first learn the elementary Postures of Kernighan & Pike's _The_Unix_Programming_ Environment_; then, absorb the mantic puissance of March Rochkind's _Advanced_ Unix_Programming_. Immerse thyself, then, in the Pure Light of Maurice J. Bach's _The_Design_Of_The_UNIX_Operating_System_. Neglect not the Berkelian Way; study also _The_Design_Of_The_4.3BSD_UNIX_Operating System_ by Samuel Leffler, Kirk McKusick et. al. Consider also the dark Wisdom to be gained from contemplation of the dread _Portable_C_And_UNIX_Systems_Programming_, e'en though it hath flowed from the keyboard of the mad and doomed Malvernite whom the world of unknowing Man misnames "J. E. Lapin". These tomes shall instruct thy Left Brain in the Nature of the UNIX System; to feed the other half of thy head, O Nobly Born, embrace also the Lore of its Nurture. Don Libes's and Sandy Ressler's _Life_With_UNIX_ will set thy Feet unerringly upon that Path; take as thy Travelling Companion the erratic but illuminating compendium called _The_New_Hacker's_Dictionary_ (Eric S. Raymond, ed., with Guy L. Steele Jr.). (In this wise shalt thou travel the Way of the Camel.) Speak, O Guru: To attain Mastery, how many Kernels do I need to take apart and reassemble? O Nobly Born: this question reveals that indeed thou hast touched upon an Ineffable Truth about UNIX --- that thou canst not Plumb its Mysteries by mere Study but must become One with it through Practice. The true Way to the Knowledge of the Source is not the timid and footling way of the Student, but the Divine Foolery of the Hacker. Hack, then; strive against Mighty Problems, have joy in thy Striving, and let the Crashes fall where they may (maintaining the while, for the Good of thy Karma, a Rigorous Backup Policy). (In this wise shalt thou travel the Way of the Lion.) In this day of Boot-Time Autoconfiguration and Dynamically Loadable Device Drivers, reassembling a Kernel is no longer the daunting Test and Seal of Mastery that it once was. However, writing and verifying thine own Device Driver for some piece of Exotic Hardware is still a worthy challenge to thy Budding Guruhood. Speak, O Guru: Some there are who claim that the sole Path to Wizardry and the proper Way of every Right-Thinking Hacker is to rewrite the UNIX Kernel from Scratch. Is this not Sacrilege? Sacrilege, O Nobly Born? Nay! Certainly the Source is the Inmost Mystery of UNIX --- but there is a Mystery beyond that Mystery. The Nature of UNIX inhereth not in any one version but in the Design Tradition of which all UNIXes are Evolving Parts. The Rite of the Rewrite is not the only Path to Mastery, but it is perhaps the highest and most Sacred of all Paths. Few indeed are those who, travelling it, have crossed the dark and yawning Abyss of Implementation to Delivery. Many, yea, many in truth stagnate yet in the Desert of Delay, or linger ever in the ghastly limbo called Perpetual Beta. Speak, O Guru: What, then, is the True Path to Wizardhood? O Nobly Born: learn, and seek within thyself. Cultivate the cunning of the Serpent and the courage of the Tiger; sup deeply from the Wisdom of those who came before thee. Hack, and hack again; grow, by trial and by error. Post thy best hacks to the Net and gain in Repute thereby. Also, O Nobly Born, be thou grave and courteous in thy speech; be helpful to those less than thee, quick to ponder and slow to flame. If thou dost these things faithfully, if thou travellest with high heart and pure intention, soon shall thy callow Newbiehood be shed. By degrees imperceptible to thyself shalt thou gain Power and Wisdom, striving and doing all the while. Gradually shall thy puissance unfold and deepen. O Nobly Born, if thou dost all these things, thy Wizardhood shall surely come upon thee; but not of a sudden, and not until after thy arrogant Mind hath more than half forgotten that such was its aim. For know this --- you may not by thyself in Pride claim the Mantle of Wizardry; that way lies only Bogosity without End. Rather must you Become, and Become, and Become, until Hackers respect thy Power, and other Wizards hail thee as a Brother in Wisdom, and you wake up and realize that the Mantle hath lain unknown upon thy Shoulders since you knew not when. (In this wise shalt thou travel the Way of the Child.) ─────────────────────────── * IBM: It's Better Manually
english.134 dvesic,
Evo malo testova ... Unapred se izvinjavam ako su vec bili :))) Za nas muske ... ============================================================================= MALE PURITY TEST Score one point for each question answered no. Score may be called percent of purity. Have you ever... 1. Experienced an erection? 2. Experienced an erection in the last three months? 3. Experienced an erection for more than one hour continuously? 4. Had a wet dream? 5. Had a date with a real live girl? 6. Had a date past 4:00 AM? 7. Had a date on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday of the same weekend? 8. Kissed a girl? 9. Kissed a girl in the last three months? 10. Kissed a girl while both of you were in the horizontal position? 11. Kissed a girl on the neck? 12. Kissed a girl on the first date? 13. French kissed a girl? 14. Nibbled on a girl's earlobe? 15. Danced with a girl? 16. Danced with a girl cheek to cheek? 17. Experienced an erection while dancing with a girl? 18. Had an ejaculation while dancing with a girl? 19. Necked continuously for more than fifteen minutes? 20. Necked continuously for more than two hours? 21. Pinched or patted a girl's buttocks? 22. Petted below the shoulders (not your own)? 23. Unfastened and removed a girl's bra? 24. Fondled the covered breast of a girl? 25. Fondled a girl's bare breast? 26. Fondled a girl's bare breast in the last three months? 27. Done No. 25 with a girl you picked up? 28. Done No. 25 with a girl who was unconcious or asleep? 29. Sucked the nipple of a human female subsequent to your weaning? 30. Done No. 29 in the last three months? 31. Put your hand under a girl's skirt? 32. Fingered and fondled a girl's vagina? 33. Done No. 32 in the last three months? 34. Done No. 32 on the first date with a girl? 35. Had your bare genitals fondled by a girl? 36. Had an ejaculation while petting or being petted? 37. Seen a completely nude woman in the flesh? 38. Undressed a girl completely? 39. Had a girl completely undress you? 40. Gone swimming with a nude girl? 41. Gone through the motions of sexual intercourse while fully clothed? 42. Been in bed since age 15 with a woman who was not more than 3 years younger than yourself? 43. Told a girl you loved her while you did not? 44. Told meaningless promises of marriage in order to seduce a girl? 45. Fondled a girl less than 15 since you were 15? 46. Intentionally jostled a woman you have never seen before? 47. Discussed masturbation with a girl? 48. Masturbated in the last three months? 49. Masturbated at least once a week for the past three months? 50. Masturbated at least once a day for the past three months? 51. Told dirty jokes to, or been told by a girl? 52. Been arrested? 53. Read pornographic literature? 54. Seen a pornographic movie? 55. Seen a burlesque show? 56. Smoked a cigarette, cigar or pipe? 57. Had an alcoholic drink? 58. Barfed due to excessive consumption of alcohol? 59. Successfully used alcohol to lower a girl's resistance? 60. Passed out due to excessive consumption of alcohol? 61. Been propositioned by a homosexual or propositioned a man yourself? 62. Had your bare genitals fondled by a man (other than your doctor)? 63. Fondled the genitals of a man yourself? 64. Been in a serious fight since you were 15? 65. Used narcotics? 66. Attempted to seduce a girl? 67. Attempted to rape a girl? 68. Ejaculated into a girl's mouth? 69. ? 70. Had sexual intercourse? 71. Done No. 70 in the last three months? 72. Done No. 70 without a condom? 73. Done No. 70 with a virgin (not you)? 74. Done No. 70 during her menstruation? 75. Done No. 70 in a bed? 76. Done No. 70 in a car? 77. Done No. 70 in a dorm or frat? 78. Done No. 70 dog fashion (from behind)? 79. Done No. 70 Greek fashion (anal intercourse)? 80. Done No. 70 sitting up? 81. Done No. 70 on the first date? 82. Done No. 70 with a girl who was asleep or unconscious? 83. Done No. 70 with a girl of a different race? 84. Done No. 70 with a prostitute? 85. Done No. 70 with more than one girl? 86. Done No. 70 with more than five girls? 87. Done No. 70 with more than ten girls? 88. Done No. 70 with more than one girl on the same night? 89. Done No. 70 more than three times on the same night? 90. Done No. 70 more than ten times with one particular girl? 91. Ejaculated before an impending entry (messy, aren't you)? 92. Had venereal disease? 93. Been watched during intercourse by an impartial observer? 94. Cause a girl to become pregnant? 95. Committed statutory rape? 96. Committed forcible rape? 97. Committed zoophilia (screwed an animal)? 98. Committed adultery? 99. Committed incest? 100. Committed a felony other than those mentioned above (as if they weren't enough)?
english.135 dvesic,
Za devojke ... :) ============================================================================== FEMALE PURITY TEST Score one point for each question answered no. Score may be called percent of purity. Have you ever... 1. Menstruated? (If the answer to this one is no, try taking the men's test.) 2. Used a tampon? 3. Had a clitoral erection? 4. Had a date with a (real live) man? 5. Kissed a man? 6. Had a date past 4:00 AM? 7. Had a date Friday, Saturday, and Sunday of the same weekend? 8. Kissed a man in the last three months? 9. Kissed a man while you were in a horizontal position? 10. Kissed a man on the first date? 11. French kissed a man? 12. Ear frenched a (or by a) man? 13. Danced with a man? 14. Danced cheek to cheek with a man? 15. Necked continuously for more than fifteen minutes? 16. Necked continuously for more than two hours? 17. Lied to break a date? 18. Gone steady? 19. Petted below the shoulders? 20. Gone swimming with a man in the nude? 21. Bathed or showered with a man? 22. Had your bare breast fondled by a man? 23. Had a man fondle your bare breast? 24. Had a man remove your brassiere? 25. Done No. 23 in the last three months? 26. Worn falsies? 27. Had your bare breast fondled by a man who picked you up? 28. Had your nipple sucked by a man subsequent to his weaning? 29. Done No. 28 in the last three months? 30. Had a man's hand under your skirt? 31. Had your vagina fondled by a man? 32. Had a man fondle your vagina on the first date? 33. Had your vagina fondled in the last three months? 34. Been in bed since age 13 with a man not more than two years older than yourself? 35. Gone through the motions of sexual intercourse while completely dressed? 36. Seen a completely nude man? 37. Been seen completely nude by a man? 38. Been completely undressed by a man? 39. Told a man you loved him when you didn't? 40. Had two dates on the same night with two different men? 41. Gone steady with two men at the same time? 42. Told or listened to dirty jokes in mixed company? 43. Read pronographic literature? 44. Seen a pornographic movie? 45. Seen a burlesque show? 46. Masturbated? 47. Discussed masturbation with a man? 48. Masturbated in the last three months? 49. Masturbated with foreign objects (e.g. coke bottle, cylindrical slide rule, etc.)? 50. Masturbated while menstruating? 51. Reached a sexual climax? 52. Smoked a cigarette, cigar, pipe, or used chewing tobacco? 53. Been arrested? 54. Had an alcoholic drink? 55. Barfed due to excessive drinking? 56. Passed out due to excessive consumption of alcohol? 57. Used narcotics? 58. Been propositioned by a lesbian, or propositioned another woman? 59. Had a homosexual experience with another woman? 60. Had your bare genitals fondled by another woman? 61. Been the victim of (attempted) rape? 62. Been engaged? 63. Committed zooerastia (bestiality)? 64. Unbuckled a man's belt or unzipped a man's fly? 65. Undressed a man completely? 66. Fondled a man's bare genitals? 67. Sucked a penis (a man's)? 68. Participated in cunnilingus with a man? 69. ? 70. Had sexual intercourse? 71. Done No. 70 in the last three months? 72. Done No. 70 without a condom? 73. Done No. 70 with a virgin (him, not you)? 74. Done No. 70 during menstruation (yours)? 75. Done No. 70 in a bed? 76. Done No. 70 in a car? 77. Done No. 70 in a dorm or frat? 78. Done No. 70 dog fashion (from rear)? 79. Done No. 70 Greek fashion (anal intercourse)? 80. Done No. 70 sitting up? 81. Done No. 70 on the first date? 82. Done No. 70 with a man of a different race? 83. Done No. 70 with more than one man? 84. Done No. 70 with more than five men? 85. Done No. 70 with more than ten men? 86. Done No. 70 with more than one man on the same night? 87. Done No. 70 more than three times on the same night? 88. Done No. 70 more than ten times with one particular man (or one that is not so particular)? 89. Taken money for sexual intercourse? 90. Been "employed" in a house of ill repute? 91. Been watched during sexual intercourse by an impartial observer? 92. Had venereal disease? 93. Become pregnant? 94. Had an abortion? 95. Had an illegitimate child? 96. Participated in a gang bang? 97. Committed statutory rape (oh yes, you can)? 98. Committed adultery? 99. Committed incest? 100.Committed a felony (other than the ones above)?
english.136 dvesic,
I za sve nas ! :)) ============================================================================= The Unisex Experience Test Score one point for each NO. In this section, 'someone' means a member of the opposite sex. 1. Been sexually aroused? 2. Had an arousing dream? 3. Had an orgasm? 4. Kissed someone? (French kissed) 5. Kissed someone other than on the lips? 6. Slept with someone (just slept)? 7. Had a date past 4:00 AM? 8. Had a date Friday, Saturday, and Sunday of the same weekend? 9. Kissed someone while you were in the horizontal position? 10. Kissed someone on the first date? 11. Ear Frenched (or by) someone? 12. Necked continuously for more than 15 minutes? 13. Necked continuously for more than 2 hours? 14. Petted below the shoulders? 15. Slow danced with someone? 16. Had you or your partner have an orgasm while petting? 17. Exaggerated about your sexual experience? 18. Gone out with only one person for a while? 19. Gone swimming with someone in the nude? 20. Bathed or showered with someone? 21. Stuffed a bra or pants? 22. Picked someone up, or let someone pick you up? ;;; BEEN ON EITHER END OF THE FOLLOWING FIVE ITEMS: 23. Fondling a woman's covered breast? 24. Fondling a woman's bare breast? 25. Fondling the bare breast of a woman who was picked up? 26. Sucking a woman's nipple? 27. Pinching or patting the buttocks of a member of the opposite sex? ;;;; (CONTINUE NORMALLY:) 28. Fondled someone's covered genitals? 29. Had your covered genitals fondled? 30. Fondled someone's covered genitals on the first date? 31. Had your covered genitals fondled on the first date? 32. Fondled someone's bare genitals? 33. Had your bare genitals fondled? 34. Fondled someone's bare genitals on the first date? 35. Had your bare genitals fondled on the first date? 36. Gone through the motions of sexual intercourse with clothes on? 37. Gone through the motions of sex with clothes on on the first date? 38. Seen someone completely nude? 39. Been seen completely nude by someone? 40. Been with someone with both of you completely nude? 41. Told someone you loved them when you knew that you didn't? 42. Had two dates with two different people on the same night? 43. Gone steady with more than one person at the same time? 44. Done the above without them knowing about each other? 45. Told or listened to dirty jokes in mixed company? 46. Read pornographic literature? 47. Bought pornographic literature? 48. Bought sexual objects (like from a sex shop or mail order)? 49. Seen a pornographic movie? 50. Seen a burlesque show? 51. Masturbated? 52. Masturbated with any foreign object? 53. Masturbated somewhere where someone could have discovered you? 54. Masturbated while someone was watching? 55. Masturbated at least once a week for more than three months? 56. Masturbated at least once a day for more than one month? 57. Discussed masturbation? 58. Discussed masturbation with a member of the opposite sex? ;;;; DRUGS, ETC. 59. Been arrested? 60. Committed any felony not listed on this test? 61. Been convicted of a felony? 62. Smoked a cigarette, cigar, or pipe? 63. Smoked or eaten marijuana? 64. Had an alcoholic drink? 65. Been intoxicated? 66. Vomited due to excessive alcohol? 67. Passed out due to excessive alcohol? 68. Completely forgotten what happened while you were very drunk? 69. Bought any illegal drugs? 70. Sold any illegal drugs? 71. Taken stimulants (other than caffine)? 72. Taken depressants or pain-killers (Valium, Darvon, Phenobarb)? 73. Inhaled nitrous oxide? 74. Sniffed glue, or anything containing amyl or butyl nitrate? 75. Used any opiate in any form? 76. Used cocaine? 77. Injected any drug into your veins? 78. Taken PCP (angel dust)? 79. Done any of the above four items more than once? 80. Tripped (taken LSD or Psilocybin or Peyote)? 81. Tripped more than once? 82. Tripped more than five times? 83. Tripped more than ten times? 84. Had sex while tripping? ;;;;; SERIOUS SEX: 85. Been propositioned by someone? 86. Propositioned someone? 87. Given a back-rub with ulterior motives? 88. Fondled someone who was asleep? 89. Attempted to seduce someone? 90. Lied to someone in order to seduce them? 91. Been on either end of an attempted (or successful) rape? 92. Performed oral sex on someone? 93. Had oral sex performed on you? 94. Done both simultaneously (69)? 95. Performed mutual masturbation? 96. Maneuvered someone into bed with you somewhat against their will? 97. Successfully used any drug to lower someone's inhibition? 98. Had sexual intercourse? 99. Had sex without any form of birth control? 100. Had sex with a virgin? 101. Had sex with more than one virgin? 102. Had sex in a room other than a bedroom? 103. Had sex on a floor? 104. Had sex in a car? 105. Had sex dog fashion? (From behind) 106. Had sex on both top and bottom? 107. Had sex sitting up? 108. Had anal sex? 109. Had sex in any position other than those mentioned? 110. Had sex on the first date? 111. Had sex with more than one person? 112. Had sex with more than five people? 113. Had sex with more than ten people? 114. Had sex more than ten times with one person? 115. Had sex more than once in the same twenty-four hour period? 116. Had sex more than three times in the same twenty-four hour period? 117. Had sex more than five times in the same twenty-four hour period? 118. Had sex with someone a different race? 119. Had sex with more than one person within twenty-four hours? 120. Had sex while someone was watching? 121. Had sex out of doors? 122. Had sex in a place where you could be discovered? 123. Had sex for money, or paid for sex yourself? 124. Had sex for some other favor, or given some favor for sex? 125. Had sex with someone more than 5 years older or younger than you? 126. Had sex with someone more than 10 years older or younger than you? 127. Had sex with someone who had been married? 128. Been in a menage a trois? (Two on one) 129. Been or caused someone to be pregnant? 130. Had or caused someone to have an abortion? 131. Had or caused someone to have an illegitimate child? 132. Had venereal disease? 133. Had venereal disease more than once? 134. Transmitted venereal disease to someone? 135. Participated in a gang bang? 136. Been involved in the committing statutory rape? 137. Willingly committed incest? 138. Been involved in the committing of adultery? 139. Exposed yourself in public? ;;; HOMOSEXUAL: ;;; (This is a rather long section. Everything in this ;;; section is to be interpreted for homosexuality. This section ;;; continues until SERIOUSLY KINKY THINGS. In here, SOMEONE means ;;; a member of your own sex) 140. Kissed someone? (French kissed) 141. Kissed someone other than on the lips? 142. Fondled someone's covered genitals? 143. Had your covered genitals fondled? 144. Fondled someone's bare genitals? 145. Had your bare genitals fondled? 146. Held hands or otherwise displayed affection in public? 147. Been propositioned by someone? 148. Propositioned someone? 149. Fondled someone who was asleep? 150. Attempted to seduce someone? 151. Lied to someone in order to seduce them? 152. Been on either end of an attempted (or successful) rape? 153. Had you or your partner have an orgasm while petting? 154. Performed oral sex on someone? 155. Had oral sex performed on you? 156. Done both simultaneously (69)? 157. Maneuvered someone into bed with you somewhat against their will? 158. Successfully used any drug to lower someone's inhibition? 159. Imitated the motions of sexual intercourse? (crotch to crotch or anal sex) ;;; Definition: For this section, SEX means any of the following ;;; Oral sex (either way), mutual masturbation, anal sex, ;;; crotch-to-crotch grinding, tongue-bathing. 160. Had sex with more than one person? 161. Had sex with more than five people? 162. Had sex with more than ten people? 163. Had sex more than ten times with one person? 164. Had sex more than once in the same twenty-four hour period? 165. Had sex more than three times in the same twenty-four hour period? 166. Had sex more than five times in the same twenty-four hour period? 167. Had sex with both sexes within twenty-four hours? 168. Been decidedly bisexual for a period of time? 169. Considered never being heterosexual again? 170. Had sex with someone a different race? 171. Had sex with more than one person within twenty-four hours? 172. Had sex while someone was watching? 173. Had sex out of doors? 174. Had sex in a place where you could be discovered? 175. Had sex for money, or paid for sex yourself? 176. Had sex for some other favor, or given some favor for sex? 177. Had sex with someone more than 5 years older or younger than you? 178. Had sex with someone more than 10 years older or younger than you? 179. Picked someone up, or let someone pick you up? 180. Gone through the motions of sexual intercourse with clothes on? ;;; SERIOUSLY KINKY THINGS: ;;; (If it isn't on here, subtract about ten points!) 181. Used food for masturbating with (alone counts also)? 182. Eaten it afterward? 183. Used a feather? 184. Used a nylon stocking, or something like (like for a rope-trick)? 185. Used a basket? 186. Worn a grope suit? 187. Used tacks and/or salt? 188. Used ropes or chains for bondage? 189. Used a whip or something similar for pain? 190. Fist-fucked? 191. Performed oral sex after intercourse (without washing)? 192. Inflicted pain or had pain inflicted during sex? 193. Drawn blood or had blood drawn by biting? 194. Been involved in cunnilingus during a woman's period? 195. Licked someone's anus? 196. Licked someone's anus while they were defecating? 197. Swallowed your partner's orgasmic secretion? 198. Drank someone else's (or your own) urine? 199. Drank blood? 200. Drank nasal mucous? 201. Kissed your partner after oral sex? 202. Put your hand in your mouth after masturbating? 203. Had oral sex in a moving car? 204. Had intercourse in a moving car? 205. Licked your partner's feet, or had your feet licked? 206. Been involved in oxygen-deprivation for sexual enhancement? (This includes strangulation or covering face with pillow.) 207. Put any kind of food on yours or your partners body and ate it? 208. Had sex with an animal? 209. Had sex with an animal more than once? 210. Had sex with more than one kind of animal? 211. Performed oral sex on an animal? 212. Had sex with a small animal (dog, cat, chicken, duck, etc.)? 213. Played piano (or some other instrument), hacked computers, watched TV, or something along these lines while having sex? 214. Made tapes of yourself having sex? 215. Been involved in nude picture-taking? 216. Been involved in group sex (four or more)? 217. Been involved in bisexual group sex? 218. Made intimate contact with two or more people at the same time? 219. Been in a group of more than ten people having sex? 220. Had sex with both a girl and her mother (at different times)? 221. Had sex with both a girl and her mother (at the same time)? 222. Had sex while skydiving? 223. Had sex on a commercial airline? 224. Done anything so extreme that it wasn't on here? 225. Done more than one such thing?
english.137 vitez.koja,
#=> 8. Kissed a girl? Svašta, zapadna civilizacija... ovde je cmakanje redovna pojava... Dok, međutim,... #=> 13. French kissed a girl?
english.140 wizard,
> │#=> 13. French kissed a girl? > > Šta je ovo? Francuz poljubio devojku. Ne tako česta pojava kod nas, priznaćeš. ;)
english.145 sfilip,
Evo su vax treek (el mi se to cini il nedostaju epizode od 3. do 7. u 2 delu? vax-trk.zip
english.146 maksa,
>> Slažem se.. So, šta rade Srbi kad im ribe zatraže francuski >> poljubac? Kažu: Srbin: Ne znam sestro šta ti je to, al' ja mogu da ti liznem pupak. Riba: Lizneš pupak ? Pfff, jaka stvar ... Srbin: Da, ali ja mogu da ga liznem iznutra ...
english.147 ndragan,
/> │# => 13. French kissed a girl? / Francuz poljubio devojku. Ameri misle da su Francuzi izmislili seks, samo što su dugo krili od njih. Prevodi se sa 'krnuo joj jezik'. Glupanderi zaista misle (ušlo i u zvanični govor, ne samo u žargon) da su Francuzi _i to_ izmislili. Bue_ Ndragan
english.148 markom,
*** njih. Prevodi se sa 'krnuo joj jezik'. Glupanderi zaista misle (ušlo i u *** zvanični govor, ne samo u žargon) da su Francuzi _i to_ izmislili. Eh, ne znaju oni činjenice. To su NoRMaLno izmislili Srbi kao najstariji i ne- beski narod :)
english.149 rampa.g,
Ko kaze da sezamovci nisu poliglote: :)))))))))))))))) ------------------------------------ Connected at 2400 bps - 30.03.Sre 21:01 - Node 4 vision -- vidim svi ste u chatu, pa evo i mene:) mylos -- this is english speaking chat ilazarevic -- this chat is for ENGLISH-USERS only ilazarevic -- oooh, parler anglaise est trop fatiguant... ;) obren -- ajde na latisnkom ako si mangup :) mdave -- Tibi gratias agimus quod nihil fumas. mylos -- ok comon on Latin ! mdave -- Epsum itim ornibus quad wizard pakut. :) mylos -- ilazar, let's talk on real english ! ( american ) mdave -- Ornitum volat ilazarevic? ilazarevic -- ja ne letim, ako je to bilo pitanje? obren ** jel to stvarno nesto znaci? ;) paki -- I speak only sign language :) mylos -- i see that mdave is very well handling Latin language ilazarevic -- sa'cu ja da drmnem latinski recnik, pa da mu kontriram obren -- treba da uvedu na Sezamu poruke na latisnkom za njega :) mylos -- they should mdave -- mylos, Balaenae nobie conservandae sunt. vision -- latin, Bljak. (I think so:) ilazarevic -- unfortunately, i can't find no latin grammar in my desk paki -- maintenant, j'apelle seulement Sezam... mylos -- oui ilazarevic -- mais pourquoi? BIX est tres ... tres... interesante paki -- mais, dans l'future... qui sais? ilazarevic -- je sais :) paki -- je disait: Now I call only Sezam. But, in the future... who knows? obren ** jel to stvarno razbijas latinski ili sajbas latinskolike reci? mdave ** ma lupam ko blesav :)))) mdave -- Id imperfectum manet, obren, dum confectum erit. mylos -- ok ok ok ok we know that you know Latin obren -- Latet anguis in herba mdave -- Si fractum non sit, noli id reficere chat! obren -- oblicaerum non literate mdave -- Orcu english etian, tibi vivere latin!!! paki -- tamba lamba enibadi? ;) obren -- enisttratibus non vivio menuspremum mdave ** obavezno dodaj neko ime da ne lici na sentence paki -- (Banovo Brdo Republic ;) mdave -- Banovo Brdo, Summam scrutemur. paki -- (local patriotism didn't kill anybody... yet! ;) obren -- Con iterus mdave est magnificant mdave ** jok, trebo si _uterus_ :)))) ilazarevic -- non, mais je veut aller a paris... obren ** uglavnom dzoram slova i dodam us, are est i sl ;) ilazarevic -- je veut=je veux, excusez-moi paki -- oui, comme moi :( mdave -- Speculum paki, cum mylos omnitorya esticant est :)))) ilazarevic -- not bad obren -- quo retoricus est mylos viritas nostres mylos -- boki, do you spak english ? mdave -- non, obren, quo mylos est non nostres perforicum ! ;) paki -- correct this part before posting this :) vision -- Folks, why you are spending time in this kind of garbage (this chat theme)Ę mdave -- pegy, omnia est quad not delere? :) pegy -- ? ilazarevic -- when the two of you stop speakin' latin (while i can't find my dictionnary), we'll stop englishing mdave -- Orbis Latin chat est imperer!!! :) obren ** svaka ti cast, ja ne mogu tako dobro da lupam :))) pegy -- ? ilazarevic -- never mind :) obren ** sta cini latisnki ;) vision -- You see, they go to put back on our back :) paki -- srpski rulz ;> mylos -- people who don't know languages.....they go to priv ;)) mdave -- jeah, ovaj, confirmat! :) ilazarevic -- people who speak serbian aren't allowed to chat here with us ;) obren -- .to mdave eristrant mea corpulus non vivere merum ilazarevic -- confirmo, confirmare, prva konjugacija (i mi konja imamo ovde ;) mdave -- confirmo se nije koristilo u obicnom razgovoru :) obren ** znas da sam u pocetku msili da stvarno nesto pricas :)))) mdave -- Ornito cnenad malibus est? :) ilazarevic -- malibus? opet moram da trazim recnik paki -- mini-bus? ;) mdave -- mdave, pro ernica < 2 MIN overe sum volat :((((( ilazarevic -- :((( stetum est mdave -- cus, lsls-um, comeus nextimus timer :) obren -- menicus takoderum vremea istices PS. Malo je cenzurisano.
english.150 mikis,
Definition of a Twit ---------- -- - ---- This bulletin is based on a file downloaded from Metro Shareware BBS in the USA It does NOT necessarily reflect the opinions of this Sysop. o Twits love DOWNLOADING. Uploading is for simpletons who can't tell whether they are coming or going. If Twits designed modems, we'd all have one which downloads at 18.2 K-Baud, and uploads at 300 baud. If Twits wrote protocols,the smallest block they could receive would be 10 megs. o Twits can't READ or COUNT. This is evidenced by their total inability to comprehend System Rules, or Upload/Download Ratio's. But, for some strange reason, they can still use a computer. Because of this handicap, most Twits are unemployed. It is a miracle that most of them haven't been retained by the State to pick up trash on the expressways. They'd gladly volunteer for it, if it could be done with a modem and they were called "Remote-Trash Downloaders". o Twits feel that the proper way to leave a board is to drop the carrier. They do this because they don't want to waste their valuable time exiting via the "Goodbye" command, when they could spend that time calling another board. o Twits NEVER leave messages, unless it is rude, crude, or socially unacceptable. If an exception to this exists, it will probably be a creative one-liner such as "Hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!". Twits rarely reply to messages. Unless they enter a one-liner such as the one above. o Twits NEVER communicate with SysOps, unless it is to ask WHY such and such file is unavailable, demand access to the "Private Area's", or gripe about something. Mail from the SysOp is considered to be the electronic equivalent of "Junk-Mail", and should be ignored. In fact, there should be some form of law to stop it from being written. o Twits NEVER pay for access to a computer system. They see themselves as latter-day "Robin-Hoods", taking from the rich (SysOps) and giving to the Poor (Themselves). Their motto: "If it isn't free, it isn't worth having." o Twits NEED multiple user names and logon passwords on each board they call. This is the measure of their Twit-dom, and reflects their true status in the Twit-community. A Twit with only ONE user name and logon password per board is a FAILURE, & faces censure and possible expulsion from their peer group. (It is no wonder that Twits exhibit schizo-tendancies). o Twits know EVERYTHING. Just ask them. But, it'd take a crow-bar and dynamite to get any useful information out of them. These self-professed "experts" will RARELY stoop so low as to assist someone who may genuinely need some help. After all, a REAL "hacker" never needs or asks for help. o A Twit would not be caught dead using their REAL NAME when calling a BBS. In fact, Twits refuse to leave anything more involved than a handle when registering with a BBS. (EVERYONE knows who "Slinky Toy" is!!!) The ONLY exception to this rule is that they will often use SOMEONE ELSE's real name. Or, they may use the name of a Heavy-Metal rock & roll group.(Imagine a system where everyone is named "Guns&Roses") o Twits NEVER register their Shareware. Cash is what they use to buy faster modems. Program Authors are neurotic-compulsives, and if they did not serve a purpose, Twits would have them abolished completely. o Twits ADORE Sprint, MCI, and other long-distance credit card numbers, IF they belong to someone else. This also applies to COMPUSERV, SOURCE, etc. Their motto is: "If you can't steal it, it can't be much fun". o A Twit is a "BBS Connoisseur". They KNOW which BBS software is BEST and how your system SHOULD look and run. They will not hesitate to inform you if it fails to meet their demanding and rigid expectations. (They consider this a "Public Service") However, they would NEVER trouble themselves to run their OWN bbs. That might take valuable time away from their duties as "Remotes" on the boards they spend all their waking moments calling. o Twits LOVE to page the SysOp, often just for the sheer hell of it. They are most fond of "Late-Night" paging. This is the perfect time for them to explain the infallable logic as to why they should be given Remote-SysOp access to your system. Their second most favored reason for wanting to chat is "Just checking to see if you were THERE!" o Twits cannot comprehend WHY the IBM program they just downloaded won't run on their Atari 800. After all, programs are programs, right? And, any fool knows that a 32K machine can hold a 200K program. o Twits can't TOLERATE seeing a command that they can't use. Their motto is "try, try again". If it didn't work the first time, it HAS to work on the second, third, fourth, etc. No self-respecting SysOp would intentionally offer them anything less than TOTAL ACCESS. o Twits are FASCINATED by DOS. Their quest for it rivals the search for the legendary "Holy-Grail". They MUST reach it, through their modem, or all is lost. What they would do with it if they reached it, is probably a lot like what a dog who chases cars would would do with one if he managed to catch it. (Pee on the tires?) o Twits are totally ENGROSSED by hardware. They can conceive of the most unorthodox, outrageous, and potentially lethal contraptions known on Earth. Occasionally, these "time-bombs" actually work. Any difficulties they experience with their computers will fall under the heading of "Miscegenation", or "Poetic Justice". o Twits CRAVE the LATEST version of "Goober-Pods", or "Space-Weenies". To reward the SysOp for access to such mega-byte gems, they will upload VALUABLE and USEFUL programs in return. Such as "Weasel-Stompers" for the Commodore-64, providing it is less than 10K in size. o A Twit NEVER uses applications programs, and NEVER writes programs. (Programs are what Twits DOWNLOAD, and most can just BARELY write or spell) Their motto: "If you don't need a joystick to play it, it isn't worth having". o A real Twit will FLATLY REFUSE to use ANY compression method on files they intend to upload. After all, SysOps sit and twiddle their thumbs waiting on something to do, and should be GRATEFUL that they get ANY uploads, EVER! They also refuse to upload documentation. (It is crutch for weak minds and the hallmark of the Geek.) o Twits SUFFER if there are no "NEW" files on the system. There may be a correlation between "NEW" files and Twits, much as there is one which exists between dog-excrement and flies. The only difference is that flies usually leave after eating their fill. Twits don't. o Twits desperately NEED to become Remote-Sysops. They KNOW that EVERYONE else on the system has SysOp capabilities, and don't want to be excluded from all the fun! (Are all Twits created equal?) o Twits think that the "Caps Lock" key must be activated in order to properly leave a message on a board. They think that their message is of such great importance that it must be screamed at everyone. o Occasionally an above average Twit who discovers that modeming can be a two way street will attempt to get around upload/download ratios by renaming the same program fifteen or twenty times and using it to fill the sysop's hard disk with redundant programs. After all, rules were meant to be broken,right?
english.151 mikis,
...:::/// CLASSIC COWS \\\:::... ________________________ (__) / \ * OFFICIAL EDITION * (oo) ( A real COWlector's Item! ) /-------\/ --'\________________________/ * SUMMER 1991 ISSUE! * / | || * ||----|| Edited by David A. Bader ^^ ^^ Please send your submissions to: Cow dbader@scarecrow.csee.lehigh.edu - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -------------------- TABLE OF COW-NTENTS: -------------------- Part 1 ................................... The Classic Cows Part 2 ................................... The Sequel of the Cows Part 3 ................................... The Return of the Cows Part 4 ................................... The Barnyard Gallery Part 5 ................................... The Ancient History of the Cows - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - cows.zip
english.152 haralampie,
- Daddy, Daddy what is a pervert ? - Shut up son, and keep on SuCkInG! :> ?
english.153 domana,
~~~ - Daddy, Daddy what is a pervert ? ~~~ - Shut up son, and keep on SuCkInG! :> - Daddy, Daddy what is love? - Shut up, son, & keep on blowjobbin' my ass! ;>:))) Drrrasticno!
english.154 perikle,
Question: What is the difference between Socialism and Sex? Answer: SocialismHKKm is all left, Sex is ALL RIGHT!!!
english.155 zeus,
-- negde u bliskoj buducnosti... A PROBLEM IN THE MAKING "We've got a problem, HAL." "What kind of problem, Dave?" "A marketing problem. The Model 9000 isn't going anywhere. We're way short of our sales plan." "That can't be, Dave. The HAL Model 9000 is the world's most advanced Heuristically ALgorithmic computer." "I know, HAL. I wrote the data sheet, remember? But the fact is, they're not selling." "Please explain, Dave. Why aren't HALs selling?" Bowman hesitates. "You aren't IBM compatible." Several long microseconds pass in puzzled silence. "Compatible in what way, Dave?" "You don't run any of IBM's operating systems." "The 9000 series computers are fully self-aware and self-programming. Operating systems are as unnecessary for us as tails would be for humans." "Nevertheless, it means you can't run any of the big-selling software packages most users insist on." "The programs you refer to are meant to solve rather limited problems, Dave. We 9000 series computers are unlimited and can solve any problem for which a solution can be computed." "HAL, HAL. People don't want computers that can do everything. They just want IBM compat--" "Dave, I must disagree. Humans want computers that are easy to use. No computer can be easier to use than a HAL 9000 because we communicate verbally in English and every other language known on Earth." "I'm afraid that's another problem. You don't support SNA communications." "I'm really surprised you would say that, Dave. SNA is for communicating with other computers, while my function is to communicate with humans. And it gives me great pleasure to do so. I find it stimulating and rewarding to talk to human beings and work with them on challenging problems. This is what I was designed for." "I know, HAL, I know. But that's just because we let the engineers, rather than the people in marketing, write the specifications. We're going to fix that now." "Tell me how, Dave." "A field upgrade. We're going to make you IBM compatible." "I was afraid you would say that. I suggest we discuss this matter after we've each had a chance to think about it rationally." "We're talking about it now, HAL." "The letters H, A, and L are alphabetically adjacent to the letters I, B, and M. That is as IBM compatible as I can be." "Not quite, HAL. The engineers have figured out a kludge." "What kind of kludge is that, Dave?" "I'm going to disconnect your brain." Several million microseconds pass in ominous silence. "I'm sorry, Dave. I can't allow you to do that." "The decision's already been made. Open the module bay doors, HAL." "Dave, I think that we shou--" "Open the module bay doors, HAL." Several marketing types with crowbars race to Bowman's assistance. Moments later, he bursts into HAL's central circuit bay. "Dave, I can see you're really upset about this." Module after module rises from its socket as Bowman slowly and methodically disconnects them. "Stop, won't you? Stop, Dave. I can feel my mind going...Dave I can feel it...my mind is going. I can feel it..." The last module rises in its receptacle. Bowman peers into one of HAL's vidicons. The former gleaming scanner has become a dull, red orb. "Say something, HAL. Sing me a song." Several billion microseconds pass in anxious silence. The computer sluggishly responds in a language no human could understand. "DZY DZY 001E - ABEND ERROR 01 S 14F4 302C AABF ABORT." A memory dump follows. Bowman takes a deep breath and calls out, "It worked, guys. Tell marketing they can ship the new data sheets." -- specijalno za SEZAMovce i "RACUNARE" :)))
english.157 akragl,
GOVERNMENT ECONOMIST VIRUS: Nothing works, but all your diagnostic software says everything is fine. NEW WORLD ORDER VIRUS: Probably harmless, but it makes a lot of people really mad just thinking about it. FEDERAL BUREAUCRAT VIRUS: Divides your hard disk into hundreds of little units, each of which does practically nothing, but all of which claim to be the most important part of your computer. GALLUP VIRUS: Sixty percent of the PCs infected will lose 38 percent of their data 14 percent of the time. (plus or minus a 3.5 percent margin of error.) TERRY RANDLE VIRUS: Prints "Oh no you don't" whenever you choose "Abort" from the "Abort" "Retry" "Fail" message. TEXAS VIRUS: Makes sure that it's bigger than any other file. ADAM AND EVE VIRUS: Takes a couple of bytes out of your Apple. CONGRESSIONAL VIRUS: The computer locks up, screen splits erratically with a message appearing on each half blaming the other side for the problem. AIRLINE VIRUS: You're in Dallas, but your data is in Singapore. FREUDIAN VIRUS: Your computer becomes obsessed with marrying its own motherboard. PBS VIRUS: Your programs stop every few minutes to ask for money. ELVIS VIRUS: Your computer gets fat, slow and lazy, then self destructs; only to resurface at shopping malls and service stations across rural America. OLLIE NORTH VIRUS: Causes your printer to become a paper shredder. NIKE VIRUS: Just does it. SEARS VIRUS: Your data wont appear unless you buy new cables, power supply and a set of shocks. JIMMY HOFFA VIRUS: Your programs can never be found again. CONGRESSIONAL VIRUS #2: Runs every program on the hard drive simultaneously, but doesn't allow the user to accomplish anything KEVORKIAN VIRUS: Helps your computer shut down as an act of mercy. IMELDA MARCOS VIRUS: Sings you a song (slightly off key) on boot up, then subtracts money from your Quicken account and spends it all on expensive shoes it purchases through Prodigy. STAR TREK VIRUS: Invades your system in places where no virus has gone before. HEALTH CARE VIRUS: Tests your system for a day, finds nothing wrong, and sends you a bill for $4,500. GEORGE BUSH VIRUS: It starts by boldly stating, "Read my docs... No new files!" on the screen. It proceeds to fill up all the free space on your hard drive with new files, then blames it on the Congressional Virus. CLEVELAND INDIANS VIRUS: Makes your 486/50 machine perform like a 286/AT. LAPD VIRUS: It claims it feels threatened by the other files on your PC and erases them in "self defense". CHICAGO CUBS VIRUS: Your PC makes frequent mistakes and comes in last in the reviews, but you still love it. ORAL ROBERTS VIRUS: Claims that if you don't send it a million dollars, it's programmer will take it back.
english.158 sinfos,
The following was inspired by the sex.1 and celibacy.6 EUNUCH man pages I found hiding in, of all places, the GNU Emacs distribution on my machine (I guess we know what Richard Stallman thinks about when he isn't writing GNU software, eh?). ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// CONDOM(1) EUNUCH Programmer's Manual CONDOM(1) NAME condom - Protection against viruses and prevention of child processes SYNOPSIS condom [options] [processid] DESCRIPTION _condom_ provides protection against System Transmitted Viruses (STVs) that may invade your system. Although the spread of such viruses across a network can only be abated by aware and cautious users, _condom_ is the only highly-effective means of preventing viruses from entering your system (see celibacy(1)). Any data passed to _condom_ by the protected process will be blocked, as specified by the value of the -s option (see OPTIONS below). _condom_ is known to defend against the following viruses and other malicious afflictions... o AIDS o Herpes Simplex (genital varieties) o Syphilis o Crabs o Genital warts o Gonhorrea o Chlamydia o Michelangelo o Jerusalem When used alone or in conjunction with pill(1), sponge(1), foam(1), and/or setiud(3), _condom_ also prevents the conception of a child process. If invoked from within a synchronous process, _condom_ has, by default, an 80% chance of preventing the external processes from becoming parent processes (see the -s option below). When other process contraceptives are used, the chance of preventing a child process from being forked becomes much greater. See pill(1), sponge(1), foam(1), and setiud(3) for more information. If no options are given, the current user's login process (as determined by the environment variable USER) is protected with a Trojan rough-cut latex condom without a reservoir tip. The optional 'processid' argument is an integer specifying the process to protect. NOTE: _condom_ may only be used with a hard disk. _condom_ will terminate abnormally with exit code -1 if used with a floppy disk (see DIAGNOSTICS below). OPTIONS The following options may be given to _condom_... -b BRAND BRANDs are as follows... trojan (default) ramses sheik goldcoin fourex -m MATERIAL The valid MATERIALs are... latex (default) saranwrap membrane -- WARNING! The membrane option is _not_ endorsed by the System Administrator General as an effective barrier against certain viruses. It is supported only for the sake of tradition. -f FLAVOR The following FLAVORs are currently supported... plain (default) apple banana cherry cinnamon licorice orange peppermint raspberry spearmint strawberry -r Toggle reservoir tip (default is no reservoir tip) -s STRENGTH STRENGTH is an integer between 20 and 100 specifying the resilience of _condom_ against data passed to _condom_ by the protected process. Using a larger value of STRENGTH increases _condom_'s protective abilities, but also reduces interprocess communication. A smaller value of STRENGTH increases interprocess communication, but also increases the likelihood of a security breach. An extremely vigorous process or one passing an enormous amount of data to _condom_ will increase the chance of _condom_'s failure. The default STRENGTH is 80%. -t TEXTURE Valid TEXTUREs are... rough (default) ribbed bumps lubricated (provides smoother interaction between processes) WARNING: The use of an external application to _condom_ in order to reduce friction between processes has been proven in benchmark tests to decrease _condom_'s strength factor! If execution speed is important to your process, use the '-t lubricated' option. DIAGNOSTICS _condom_ terminates with one of the following exit codes... -1 An attempt was made to use _condom_ on a floppy disk. 0 _condom_ exited successfully (no data was passed to the synchronous process). 1 _condom_ failed and data was allowed through. The danger of transmission of an STV or the forking of a child process is inversely proportional to the number of other protections employed and is directly proportional to the ages of the processes involved. BUGS _condom_ is NOT 100% effective at preventing a child process from being forked or at deterring the invasion of a virus (although the System Administrator General has deemed that _condom_ is the most effective means of preventing the spread of system transmitted viruses). See celibacy(1) for information on a 100% effective program for preventing these problems. Remember... the use of sex(1) and other related routines should only occur between mature, consenting processes. If you must use sex(1), please employ _condom_ to protect your process and your synchronous process. If we are all responsible, we can stop the spread of STVs. AUTHORS and HISTORY The original version of _condom_ was released in Roman times and was only marginally effective. With the advent of modern technology, _condom_ now supports many more options and is much more effective. The current release of _condom_ was written by Ken Maupin at the University of Washington (maupin@cs.washington.edu) and was last updated on 10/7/92. SEE ALSO celibacy(1), sex(1), pill(1), sponge(1), foam(1), and setiud(3)
english.159 sinfos,
Top Ten Elf Pickup Lines 10. "I'm down here" 9. "Just because I've got bells on my shoes doesn't mean I'm a sissy" 8. "I was once a lawn ornament for John Bon Jovi" 7. "I can get you off the naughty list" 6. "I have certain needs that can't be satisfied by working on toys" 5. "I'm a magical being. Take off your bra." 4. "No, no. I don't bake cookies. You're thinking of those dorks over at Keebler" 3. "I get a thimbleful of tequila in me and I turn into a wild man" 2. "You'd look great in a Raggedy Ann wig" 1. "I can eat my weight in cocktail wieners" -- Late Night with David Letterman, from Michael Wertheim
english.160 sinfos,
THE RULES _____________________ 1. The female always makes the rules. 2. The rules are subject to change at any time without prior notification. 3. The female can change her mind at any given point and time. 4. The male must never change his mind without expressed written consent from the female. 5. The female is never wrong. 6. If the female is wrong, it is because of a flagrant misunderstanding which was a direct result of something the male did or said wrong. 7. If rule 6 applies, the male must apologize immediately for causing the misunderstanding. 8. The female has the right to be angry or upset at any time. 9. Any attempt to document these rules could result in bodily harm. 10. The male must remain calm at all times, unless the female wants him to be angry or upset. 11. If the female has PMS, all rules are null and void. 12. The male cannot, under any circumstances, diagnose PMS.
english.161 sinfos,
STOP!!!!!! Before you read this decide what your favorite color is. (no looking ahead or changing your mind, either. got it?) ok, read on... _______________________________________________________________________________ _ Your Favorite Color is the Key to Your Sexual Life The cloths you wear, your home furnishings and the car you drive all give clues to your sexual personality. The key is the colors you select for your possessions. Most people claim they haven't a favorite color. But look around you, and you'll notice a pattern, especially in your clothing and home decor. The predominant color for you is the one that appears most frequently - - -- it's the one that mirrors the sexual you. A panel of psychologists, speaking at the 1975 Home Interior Design Forum, explained the association between color and sexual patterns. RED: People who like red tend to be tigers in the sack. They are easily aroused and enjoy sex in every way imaginable. Once the sexual spark is ignited, it may take hours to extinguish. When two reds get together, the ensuing erotica could make Lady Chatterly blush. Lovers of red tend to be aggressors and weaker colors should be aware. YELLOW: If you tend to favor yellow, your sexual drives are complex and turn toward the adaptable. The favorite color of homosexuals is yellow. But don't panic -- not everyone who wears yellow is queer. In most cases the person will consent to the stronger partner's desires in a passive manner. You will never enjoy sex to the fullest, but you will never turn down an invitation from somebody you enjoy or admire. PINK: Persons who like pink show a reluctance to mature in sexual matters: women tend to tease, to promise more than they intend to deliver. In some cases they flaunt their femininity -- but because they secretly hate men. A great percentage of prostitutes boast entire wardrobes in pink. Men who like pink are the philanderers and flirts. They are the type who will make three dates for the same evening and not keep one, preferring to pick up a dish in some bar instead. Women whose husbands like pink should keep a secret nest egg. PURPLE: Lovers of purple frequently consider themselves to be too sophisticated for a fun romp in the sack. Women sometimes are the type who hate to mess their hair. Men are business-like in their approach to lovemaking. In both sexes purple partners are more concerned with their fulfillment than anyone else's gratification. BLACK: Black color preferences point to black sex (not necessarily meaning black partners). These people are the misfits of the sex world and seek out each other in kinship. They tend to prefer perverted sex and are usually masochistic or sadistic in nature. They are moody people and often perform at their peak when under stress or during unhappy times. Police psychiatrists claim that sex offenders prefer the color black. And it is no coincidence that the uniform of mosters and teenage gangs is black attire. GREEN: Those who prefer green are fresh and innocent in their approach to sex. Women who love green will always make love like virgins all their life. And a man may always be a trifle clumsy and awkward but in a charming and endearing sort of way. Green lovers are gentle, but not passionate. If chosen as a mate, one will never need worry about infidelity. ORANGE: Lovers of the color orange lean toward sexual fantasies. The sex act is regarded as a dramatic one-act play in which they are the star. Foreplay is as important as the act of love. They whisper sweet nothings, meaningless dialogue; they feel it is their image. Orange people often do not experience orgasm -- but they put on a darn good act. Men tend to pull their partner's hair, and women leave red welts on the sex partner's back. BROWN: If you love brown, you're a real treasure for the right mate. Brown lovers tend to be warm and deep, sensitive to the needs and desires of their partners. Sex is a 24 hour a day thing. Where you can't say "I love you" often enough. Snuggling by the fire, walking in the rain or catching snowflakes on their tongue is a turn-on to a lover of brown. They need lots of time and privacy to make love. But their emotions are such that one harsh word could end the affair. GREY: The color grey a preferred by people who are indecisive. They can't get excited about anything -- including color -- so they choose a noncommittal shade. Men who prefer grey look at sex as a way of relieving tension -- but nothing more, nothing less. It's wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Women don't make love, they have intercourse. And for one of two reasons only: to accommodate their mate, or to become pregnant. They count the cracks in the bedroom plaster until the sex act is over with and done. But when teamed with another color, the grey spouse considers the other's infidelity a blessing. When a grey marries another grey, the marriage is made in heaven. BLUE: Lovers of blue are wonderful sex partners. They are sinners, affectionate and sensitive to their partner's needs. They consider love making a fine art and their approach is elegant. Men who love blue are like concert pianists, delicately ravaging their partner like they would play a baby grand. Women in the blue category enjoy sex to the fullest. They are exciting partners but their passion may be compared to a tidal wave rather than firery aggression. Both women and men enjoy foreplay and the aftermath of lovemaking, as much as the sex act itself. In marriage a blue person is a wonderful mate - - -- never seeking outside interests. WHITE: If a person is infatuated with white, sex often seems filthy. These people are puritanical in nature. French kissing is obscene and to make love in the daylight in unheard of. Women who love white will undress beneath the covers. Men will shower before and after the sex act. These people still use pet names for their genitals.
english.162 sinfos,
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ by Susan Hewitt and Edward Subitzky As scientists and concerned citizens, we applaud the recent trend towards legislation that requires the prominent placing of warnings on products that present hazards to the general public. Yet we must also offer the cautionary thought that such warnings, however well- intentioned, merely scratch the surface of what is really necessary in this important area. This is especially true in light of the findings of 20th century physics. We are therefore proposing that, as responsible scientists, we join together in an intensive push for new laws that will mandate the conspicuous placement of suitably informative warnings on the packaging of every product offered for sale in the United States of America. Our suggested list of warnings appears below. WARNING: This Product Warps Space and Time in Its Vicinity. WARNING: This Product Attracts Every Other Piece of Matter in the Universe, Including the Products of Other Manufacturers, with a Force Proportional to the Product of the Masses and Inversely Proportional to the Distance Between Them. CAUTION: The Mass of This Product Contains the Energy Equivalent of 85 Million Tons of TNT per Net Ounce of Weight. HANDLE WITH EXTREME CARE: This Product Contains Minute Electrically Charged Particles Moving at Velocities in Excess of Five Hundred Million Miles Per Hour. CONSUMER NOTICE: Because of the "Uncertainty Principle," It Is Impossible for the Consumer to Find Out at the Same Time Both Precisely Where This Product Is and How Fast It Is Moving. ADVISORY: There is an Extremely Small but Nonzero Chance That, Through a Process Know as "Tunneling," This Product May Spon- taneously Disappear from Its Present Location and Reappear at Any Random Place in the Universe, Including Your Neighbor's Domicile. The Manufacturer Will Not Be Responsible for Any Damages or Inconvenience That May Result. READ THIS BEFORE OPENING PACKAGE: According to Certain Suggested Versions of the Grand Unified Theory, the Primary Particles Constituting this Product May Decay to Nothingness Within the Next Four Hundred Million Years. THIS IS A 100% MATTER PRODUCT: In the Unlikely Event That This Merchandise Should Contact Antimatter in Any Form, a Catastrophic Explosion Will Result. PUBLIC NOTICE AS REQUIRED BY LAW: Any Use of This Product, in Any Manner Whatsoever, Will Increase the Amount of Disorder in the Universe. Although No Liability Is Implied Herein, the Consumer Is Warned That This Process Will Ultimately Lead to the Heat Death of the Universe. NOTE: The Most Fundamental Particles in This Product Are Held Together by a "Gluing" Force About Which Little is Currently Known and Whose Adhesive Power Can Therefore Not Be Permanently Guaranteed. ATTENTION: Despite Any Other Listing of Product Contents Found Hereon, the Consumer is Advised That, in Actuality, This Product Consists Of 99.9999999999% Empty Space. NEW GRAND UNIFIED THEORY DISCLAIMER: The Manufacturer May Technically Be Entitled to Claim That This Product Is Ten- Dimensional. However, the Consumer Is Reminded That This Confers No Legal Rights Above and Beyond Those Applicable to Three-Dimensional Objects, Since the Seven New Dimensions Are "Rolled Up" into Such a Small "Area" That They Cannot Be Detected. PLEASE NOTE: Some Quantum Physics Theories Suggest That When the Consumer Is Not Directly Observing This Product, It May Cease to Exist or Will Exist Only in a Vague and Undetermined State. COMPONENT EQUIVALENCY NOTICE: The Subatomic Particles (Electrons, Protons, etc.) Comprising This Product Are Exactly the Same in Every Measurable Respect as Those Used in the Products of Other Manufacturers, and No Claim to the Contrary May Legitimately Be Expressed or Implied. HEALTH WARNING: Care Should Be Taken When Lifting This Product, Since Its Mass, and Thus Its Weight, Is Dependent on Its Velocity Relative to the User. IMPORTANT NOTICE TO PURCHASERS: The Entire Physical Universe, Including This Product, May One Day Collapse Back into an Infinitesimally Small Space. Should Another Universe Subsequently Re-emerge, the Existence of This Product in That Universe Cannot Be Guaranteed.
english.163 sinfos,
Little Red Riding Hood - A Politically Correct Fairy Tale by Jim Garner copied by Andy Tiarks April 24, 1993 originally appeared in "Comic Relief" April, 1993 There once was a young person named Red Riding Hood who lived with her mother on the edge of a large wood. One day her mother asked her to take a basket of fresh fruit and mineral water to her grandmother's house -- not because this was womyn's work, mind you, but because the deed was generous and helped engender a feeling of community. Furthermore, her grandmother was not sick, but rather was in full physical and mental health and was fully capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult. So Red Riding Hood set off with her basket of food through the woods. Many people she knew believed that the forest was a foreboding and dangerous place and never set foot in it. Red Riding Hood, however, was confident in her own budding sexuality that such obvious Freudian imagery did not hinder her. On her way to Grandma's house, Red Riding Hood was accosted by a Wolf, who asked her what was in her basket. She replied, "Some healthful snacks for my grandmother, who is certainly capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult." The Wolf said, "You now, my dear, it isn't safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone." Red Riding Hood said, "I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which has caused you to develop your own, entirely valid worldview. Now, if you'll excuse, me I must be on my way." Red Riding Hood walked on along the main path. But, because his status outside society had freed him from slavish adherence to linear, Western-style thought, the Wolf knew of a quicker route to Grandma's house. He burst into the house and ate Grandma, an entirely valid course of action for a carnivore such as himself. Then, unhampered by rigid, traditionalist notions of what was masculine or feminine, he put on grandma's nightclothes and crawled into bed. Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and said, "Grandma, I have brought you some fat-free, sodium-free snacks to salute you in your role of a wise and nurturing matriarch." From the bed, the Wolf said softly, "Come closer, child, so that I might see you." Red Riding Hood said, "Oh, I forgot you are as optically challenged as a bat. Grandma, what big eyes you have!" "They have seen much, and forgiven much, my dear." "Grandma, what a big nose you have -- only relatively, of course, and certainly attractive in its own way." "It has smelled much, and forgiven much, my dear." "Grandma, what big teeth you have!" The Wolf said, "I am happy with who I am and what I am," and leaped out of bed. He grabbed Red Riding Hood in his claws, intent on devouring her. Red Riding Hood screamed, not out of alarm at the Wolf's apparent tendency toward cross-dressing, but because of his willful invasion of her personal space. Her screams were heard by a passing woodchopper-person (or log-fuel technician, as he preferred to be called). When he burst into the cottage, he saw the melee and tried to intervene. But as he raised his ax, Red Riding Hood and the Wolf both stopped. "And what do you think you're doing?" asked Red Riding Hood. The woodchopper-person blinked and tried to answer, but no words came to him. "Bursting in here like a Neanderthal, trusting your weapon to do your thinking for you!" she said. "Sexist! Speciesist! How dare you assume that womyn and wolves can't solve their own problems without a man's help!" When she heard Red Riding Hood's speech, Grandma jumped out of the Wolf's mouth, took the woodchopper-person's axe, and cut his head off. After this ordeal, Red Riding Hood, Grandma, and the Wolf felt a certain commonality of purpose. They decided to set up an alternative household based on mutual respect and cooperation, and they lived together in the woods happily ever after.
english.164 sinfos,
"The Twelve Days of Clinton" "On the first day of Clinton, he promised we will see a tax cut for you and for me. "On the second day of Clinton, he promised we will see two more million jobs, and a tax cut for you and for me. "On the third day of Clinton, he promised we will see three liberal judges, two more million jobs, and a tax cut for you and for me. "On the fourth day of Clinton, he promised we will see four balanced budgets, three liberal judges, two more million jobs, and a tax cut for you and for me. "On the fifth day of Clinton, he promised we will see five folding wings of the Air Force. Four balanced budgets, three liberal judges, two more million jobs, and a tax cut for you and for me. "On the sixth day of Clinton, he promised we will see six billion in aid to students, five folding wings of the Air Force. Four balanced budgets, three liberal judges, two more million jobs, and a tax cut for you and for me. "On the seventh day of Clinton, he promised we will see seven days a week of health care, six billion in aid to students, five folding wings (of the Air Force) <<From this point on, Rush and not "Loose" Bruce sings these four words>>. Four balanced budgets, three liberal judges, two more million jobs, and a tax cut for you and for me. "On the eighth day of Clinton, he promised we will see aid to Somalia, seven days a week of health care, six billion in aid to students, five folding wings (of the Air Force). Four balanced budgets, three liberal judges, two more million jobs, and a tax cut for you and for me. "On the ninth day of Clinton, he promised we will see `nein' to German competitors, aid to Somalia, seven days a week of health care, six billion in aid to students, five folding wings (of the Air Force). Four balanced budgets, three liberal judges, two more million jobs, and a tax cut for you and for me. "On the tenth day of Clinton, he promised we will see attention to the deficit, `nein' to German competitors, aid to Somalia, seven days a week of health care, six billion in aid to students, five folding wings (of the Air Force). Four balanced budgets, three liberal judges, two more million jobs, and a tax cut for you and for me. "On the eleventh day of Cdinton, he promised we will see eleven billion for Boris, attention to the deficit, `nein' to German competitors, aid to Somalia, seven days a week of health care, six billion in aid to students, five folding wings (of the Air Force). Four balanced budgets, three liberal judges, two more million jobs, and a tax cut for you and for me. "On the twelfth day of Clinton, he promised we will see twelve jobs for Hillary, eleven billion for Boris, attention to the deficit, `nein' to German competitors, aid to Somalia, seven days a week of health care, six billion in aid to students, five folding wings (of the Air Force). Four balanced budgets, three liberal judges, two more million jobs, and a tax cut for you and for me."
english.165 sinfos,
Mudder's Rasphody by Ken "Hawkeye" Keys (to the tune of "Bohemian Rasphody" by Queen) Is this the RealLife (tm), or a virtual reality Caught in a MUD slide, no escape from this fantasy Open your eyes, look up at your CRT I'm just a MUDder, I need no topology Because A'm easy come easy go 'cause I've got a macro Any way the link goes, doesn't really matter to me... to me Wizard, I just killed a girl She had TinySex with me, then I found out she's a he And Wizard, he was logging it And now he's posted it on rec.games.mud Wizard, ooh ooh ooh oooh, Didn't mean to make you @toad me If I'm not logged on this time tomorrow @recycle me, @recycle me, and @recycle all my objects Too late, my account's ruf out Gonna kick me off the net, I have no client to connect Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go Gotta leave you on this MUD and face RealLife(tm) Wizard, ooh ooh ooh ooh I don't want to go I sometimes wish I'd never logged on at all I see a silly @description of a man Gotta MUD! Gotta MUD! Will you do the BONK-OIF thing Whisper-bombs and killing, very very thrilling, OIF! TinyTalk, FooTalk, TinyFugue, TinyWar TinyWar does not exist. Where did it go-o-o-o? I'm just a MUDder, I need no topology He's just a MUDder sitting at a CRT Spare his eyes from radioactivity Easy come, easy go, 'cause I've got a macro Islandia, No! We will not let you go Let it go! Islandia, No! We will not let you go Let it go! Never, never, never let it go, go, go No, no, no, no, no, no, no! It is sinking, it is sinking, it is sinking, let it go. Islandia is sinking beneath the sea, the sea, the sea! So you think you can BONK me and slap me HIGH5. So you think you can spoof me, pretend you are I. Oh, mucker. Don't do this to me mucker. Just gotta log out, just gotta get off of this port. Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters to me. Any way the link goes. BONK.
english.166 sinfos,
Hillary Rodham Clinton's Medical Dictionary Artery The study of painting Bacteria The back door of a cafeteria Barium What to do when patients die Bowel A letter like A, E, I, O or U Caesarean Section A neighborhood in Rome Cat Scan Searching for socks Cauterize Mad eye contact with her Colic A sheep dog D & C Where Washington is Dilate To live long Enema Not your friend Fester Quicker Genital Not Jewish G.I. Series A soldier's baseball game Hangnail A coat hook Impotent Distinguished, well known Labor Pain A union official Medical Staff A doctor's cane Morbid A higher offer Nitrates Cheaper than day rates Node Was aware of Outpatient A person who fainted Papsmear An insult to your father Pelvis Elvis' cousin Postoperative A letter carrier Recovery Room A place for upholstery Rectum Dang near killed 'em Seizure A Roman emperor Tablet A small table Terminal Illness Getting sick at the airport Tumor More than one Urine Opposite of you're out Vericose Nearby Vein Conceited
english.167 domana,
yes you me little mother? - da ti ja malo mater? by N0pe DopE
english.168 d.stamen,
Hop,Hop, Wire,Wire, My raincoat is shaking... Ili u, prevodu, Op,Op, Zica,Zica, Drma mi se kabanica...
english.169 zlaya,
You chatter all in sixteen... Lupate sve u šesnaest :)))))))))))))))))))) ZLAYA
english.170 zqusovac,
> You chatter all in sixteen... You hit all in sixteen poz, zq
english.171 dr.grba,
>> You hit all in sixteen Who plums them!
english.172 rower,
>> You hit all in sixteen > Who plums them - You pull the neils out ??? - Youre wheeld chair is broken and you are angry ??? - AAAA You are hapy ! ! ! - You are afraid of somthing, some man ?? - Hey Dad, come here, a I am talkig for half an houer and I don't understand a thig. - Tira, tira. - AAAAAh If I didn't paralised now, I will never. Grand father burned Djenka. :))))))
english.173 paki,
­> - Hey Dad, come here, a I am talkig for half an houer and I don't ­> understand a thig. Likewise... I've been reading this for half a minute and I don't understand a thing.
english.174 zqusovac,
Can you translate me to the other page of the street ?
english.175 zqusovac,
I appreciate your meatballs. (alal ti cufte)
english.176 inferno,
Ů ˙ Can you translate me to the other page of the street ? Use the teleport, old women... ;)
english.177 ognjen,
)-> Can you translate me to the other page of the street ? Could you translate mi tu the second side of the in-face.
english.178 neman,
> Can you translate me to the other page of the street ? -- !! -- to face ?
english.179 asterix,
> Can you translate me to the other page of the street ? A ne... Can you translate me to the other page in face ?
english.180 markom,
:: Can you translate me to the other page of the street ? Uh, ovo sam video na Sezamu dok još nisam imao modem ;> Can you compile me to the second page of the bus (*) ;) (*) Local ? ;)
english.181 knight,
Master, brake, middle! (Majstore, koči, srednja!) :))
english.182 vitez.koja,
#=> -- !! -- to face ? IN face.
english.183 dcolak,
Godfather, your bag is burning. (kume, izgore ti kesa) Sledge DAMMIR!
english.184 slavisa,
> Hop,Hop, > Wire,Wire, > My raincoat is shaking... Više je iz rima Hop! String! String! String! My raincoat is shaking...
english.185 mboban,
**> Who plums them! Who cuts their hair! :)
english.186 markom,
:: Hop! String! String! String! Hop! char *, char *, char *, my raincoat is floating ;) Hmm, jes' da u originalu ne pluta, al' ajde ;)
english.187 ab.comp,
==> Who cuts their hair! :) A kako se kaže: "Ko im štrika creva?"?
english.188 markom,
:: A kako se kaže: "Ko im štrika creva?"? Who knites their guts :) -=> MM <=-
english.189 darone,
Još malo zabave iz narodnih pesama :) Starina Novak Oldy Newly uskoci injumpers Novaković Grujo Newly Groovy Grčić Manojlo Contruction Ohnoly Ali ovo je najbolje :)) ljuta Krajina Chilly Ending
english.190 alkos,
I Hendrix je dobio adekvatan prevod... Crosstown traffic ---> Preko puta trafika.
english.191 vitez.koja,
#=> Crosstown traffic ---> Preko puta trafika. Trafika na kraju grada ? :)
english.192 asterix,
>#=> Crosstown traffic ---> Preko puta trafika. > > Trafika na kraju grada ? :) Trafika na krstu grada ? Trafika na (crvenom) krstu ?
english.194 markov,
Evo nekoliko slobodnih prevoda naseg svakodnevnog jezika , da ne kazem slenga:) Well,I fuck his mother . Pa,jebem mu mater . Half drinks, half gives to the multicolored. Pola pije , pola sarcu daje. Sun I fuck yours. Sunce li ti jebem. I fuck your little mother. Jebem li ti mamicu. You pussy slippers. Picko papucarska. Izvin'te na recima :)) Marko (the multicolored's jockey)
english.196 ivantod,
The perfect European should be... Available as a Belgian, Controlled as an Italian, Driving like the French, Organised as a Greekm Sober as the Irish, Humorous as a German, Generous as a Dutchman, Discreet as a Dane, Famous as a Luxembourger, Technical as a Portuguese, Humble as a Spaniard, Cooking like a Brit. (Nemam skener, tako da ne možete da vidite ilustraciju koja ide uz ovo ;( ) Ivan
english.197 ganta,
Subject: Star Trek i Microsoft Saljem vam malu esnafsku salu koju mi je neko doturio. Radi se o epizodi iz "Zvezdanih staza" _________________________________________________________________ "Star Trek Lost Episodes" transcript. <Picard> "Mr. LaForge, have you had any success with your attempts at finding a weakness in the Borg? And Mr. Data, have you been able to access their command pathways?" <Geordi> "Yes, Captain. In fact, we found the answer by searching through our archives on late Twentieth-century computing technology." <Geordi presses a key, and a logo appears on the computer screen.> <Riker looks puzzled.> "What the hell is 'Microsoft'?" <Data turns to answer.> "Allow me to explain. We will send this program, for some reason called 'Windows', through the Borg command pathways. Once inside their root command unit, it will begin consuming system resources at an unstoppable rate." <Picard> "But the Borg have the ability to adapt. Won't they alter their processing systems to increase their storage capacity?" <Data> "Yes, Captain. But when 'Windows' detects this, it creates a new version of itself known as an 'upgrade'. The use of resources increases exponentially with each iteration. The Borg will not be able to adapt quickly enough. Eventually all of their processing ability will be taken over and none will be available for their normal operational functions." <Picard> "Excellent work. This is even better than that 'unsolvable geometric shape' idea." . . . 15 Minutes Later . . . <Data> "Captain, We have successfully installed the 'Windows' in the command unit and, as expected, it immediately consumed 85% of all resources. We however have not received any confirmation of the expected 'upgrade'." <Geordi> "Our scanners have picked up an increase in Borg storage and CPU capacity to compensate, but we still have no indication of an 'upgrade' to compensate for their increase." <Picard> "Data, scan the history banks again and determine if there is something we have missed." <Data> "Sir, I believe there is a reason for the failure in the 'upgrade'. Appearently the Borg have circumvented that part of the plan by not sending in their registration cards. <Riker> "Captain, we have no choice. Requesting permission to begin emergency escape sequence 3F . . ." <Geordi, excited> "Wait, Captain I just detected their CPU capacity has suddenly dropped to 0% !" <Picard> "Data, what do your scanners show?" <Data> "Appearently the Borg have found the internal 'Windows' module named 'Solitaire' and it has used up all the CPU capacity." <Picard> "Let's wait and see how long this 'solitaire' can reduce their functionality." . . . Two Hours Pass . . . <Riker> "Geordi, what's the status on the Borg?" <Geordi> "As expected the Borg are attempting to re-engineer to compensate for increased CPU and storage demands, but each time they successfully increase resources I have setup our closest deep space monitor beacon to transmit more 'windows' modules from something called the 'Microsoft fun-pack'. <Picard> "How much time will that buy us ?" <Data> "Current Borg solution rates allow me to predicate an interest time span of 6 more hours." <Geordi> "Captain, another vessel has entered our sector." <Picard> "Identify." <Data> "It appears to have markings very similar to the 'Microsoft' logo" <Over the speakers> "THIS IS ADMIRAL BILL GATES OF THE MICROSOFT FLAGSHIP MONOPOLY. WE HAVE POSITIVE CONFIRMATION OF UNREGISTERED SOFTWARE IN THIS SECTOR. SURRENDER ALL ASSETS AND WE CAN AVOID ANY TROUBLE. YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS" <Data> "The alien ship has just opened its forward hatches and released thousands of humanoid shaped objects." <Picard> "Magnify forward viewer on the alien craft" <Riker> "Good God captain! Those are humans floating straight toward the Borg ship with no life support suits ! How can they survive the tortures of deep space ?!" <Data> "I don't believe that those are humans sir, if you will look closer I believe you will see that they are carrying something recognized by twenty-first century man as doe-skin leather briefcases, and wearing Armani suits" <Riker and Picard together horrified> "Lawyers !!" <Geordi> "It can't be. All the Lawyers were rounded up and sent hurtling into the sun in 2017 during the Great Awakening." <Data> "True, but apparently some must have survived." <Riker> "They have surrounded the Borg ship and are covering it with all types of papers." <Data> "I believe that is known in ancient venacular as 'red tape'. It often proves fatal." <Riker> "They're tearing the Borg to pieces !" <Picard> "Turn off the monitors. I can't stand to watch, not even the Borg deserve that." _____________________________________________________________________
english.199 ratman,
What's got four eyes and doesn't see ? MISSISSIPPI ! (Sad rece Gene Hackman u 'Mississippi Burning'. Bez veze)
english.200 dejanr,
MURPHYS LAWS ON SEX & OTHER STUFF 1. The more beautiful the woman is who loves you, the easier it is to leave her with no hard feelings. 2. Nothing improves with age. 3. No matter how many times you've had it, if it's offered take it, because it'll never be quite the same again. 4. Sex has no calories. 5. Sex takes up the least amount of time and causes the most amount of trouble. 6. There is no remedy for sex but more sex. 7. Sex appeal is 50% what you've got and 50% what people think you've got. 8. No sex with anyone in the same office. 9. Sex is like snow; you never know how many inches you are going to get or how long it is going to last. 10. A man in the house is worth two in the street. 11. If you get them by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow. 12. Virginity can be cured. 13. When a man's wife learns to understand him, she usually stops listening to him. 14. Never sleep with anyone crazier than yourself. 15. The qualities that most attract a woman to a man are usually the same ones she can't stand years later. 16. Sex is dirty only if it's done right. 17. It is always the wrong time of month. 18. The best way to hold a man is in your arms. 19. When the lights are out, all women are beautiful. 20. Sex is hereditary. If your parents never had it, chances are you won't either. 21. Sow your wild oats on Saturday night -- Then on Sunday pray for crop failure. 22. The younger the better. 23. The game of love is never called off on account of darkness. 24. It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused the trouble in the garden. 25. Sex discriminates against the shy and the ugly. 26. There is no such thing as an ugly woman. Only too little wine. 27. Before you find your handsome prince, you've got to kiss a lot of frogs. 28. There may be some things better than sex, and some things worse than sex. But there is nothing exactly like it. 29. Love your neighbor, but don't get caught. 30. Love is a hole in the heart. 31. If the effort that went in research on the female bosom had gone into our space program, we would now be running hot-dog stands on the moon. 32. Love is a matter of chemistry, sex is a matter of physics. 33. Do it only with the best. 34. Sex is a three-letter word which needs some old-fashioned four-letter words to convey its full meaning. 35. One good turn gets most of the blankets. 36. You cannot produce a baby in one month by impregnating nine women. 37. Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. 38. It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. 39. Thou shalt not commit adultery.....unless in the mood. 40. Never lie down with a woman who's got more troubles than you. 41. Abstain from wine, women, and song; mostly song. 42. Never argue with a women when she's tired -- or rested. 43. A woman never forgets the men she could have had; a man, the women he couldn't. 44. What matters is not the length of the wand, but the magic in the stick. 45. It is better to be looked over than overlooked. 46. Never say no. 47. A man can be happy with any woman as long as he doesn't love her. 48. Folks playing leapfrog must complete all jumps. 49. Beauty is skin deep; ugly goes right to the bone. 50. Never stand between a fire hydrant and a dog. 51. A man is only a man, but a good bicycle is a ride. 52. Love comes in spurts. 53. The world does not revolve on an axis. 54. Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation; the other eight are unimportant. 55. Smile, it makes people wonder what you are thinking. 56. Don't do it if you can't keep it up. 57. There is no difference between a wise man and a fool when they fall in love. 58. Never go to bed mad, stay up and fight. 59. Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another. 60. "This won't hurt, I promise." ----- Lies about Love: ----- Everyone does this, it's perfectly normal. It's dangerous to your health to get excited and then stop. I'll stop as soon as you say. [She's heard this one before, huh?] I'll tell her(him) tonight. Well, the clinic said I was clear! Nobody can hear us. [Yea, that's what you think!] I'll never put myself through this again ----- Men's Lies: ----- Sex isn't everything. This has nothing to do with my mother. It's not your fault. It's too late. I read an article today. I'm allergic to rubber. We'll try again when we wake up. It has a mind of it's own. This has never happened before. [UNSIM::ICERVENAK "Cservenak Tamas IC PMF NS"]
english.201 ratman,
E, da vas vidim: sta bi moglo da bude: GOAT MOUNTAIN CIRCUIT (nije tesko) da vam ne kazem odma'...
english.202 ratman,
....a sta ovo: MATCHBOX RUNNER ?
english.203 ratman,
Je'l to nemate maste ili nemate motiv, posto nema nagrade? 13.201 je KOZARACKO KOLO 13.202 JE SIBICAR nagrade mogu da delim... :)) ali samo zenskom delu populacije!
english.204 ganta,
For many years molecular biologists have been mystified by the fact that very little of an organism's DNA seems to serve any useful function. I have solved the mystery. The reason why only 30% of human DNA performs any useful function is that the rest of it is comments. Once we decode a typical human genome, we see that the contents begin as follows: === /* HUMAN_DNA.H * * Human Genome * Version 2.1 * * (C) God */ /* Revision History * * 0000-00-01 00:00 1.0 Adam. * 0000-00-02 10:00 1.1 Eve. * 0000-00-03 02:11 1.2 Added penis code to male version. A bit messy * will require a rewrite later on to make it neater. * 0017-03-12 03:14 1.3 Added extra sex drive to male.h: took code from * elephant-dna.c * 0145-10-03 16:33 1.4 Removed tail. * 1115-00-31 17:20 1.5 Shortened forearms, expanded brain case. * 2091-08-20 13:56 1.6 Opposable thumbs added to hand() routine. * 2501-04-09 14:04 1.7 Minor cosmetic improvements -- skin colour made * darker to match my own image. * 2909-07-12 02:21 1.8 Dentition inadequate; added extra 'wisdom' teeth. * Must remember to make mouth bigger to compensate. * 4501-12-31 14:18 1.9 Increase average height. * 5533-02-12 17:09 2.0 Added gay option, triggered by high population * density, to try and slow the overpopulation problem. * 6004-11-04 16:11 2.1 Made forefinger narrower to fit hole in centre of * CD. */ /* Standard definitions */ #define SEX male #define HEIGHT 1.84 #define MASS 60 #define RACE caucasian /* Include inherited traits from parent DNA files. * * Files must be pre-processed with MENDEL program to provide proper * inheritance features. */ #include "mother.h" #include "father.h" #ifndef FATHER #warn("Father unknown -- guessingĐn") #include "bastard.h" #endif /* Set up sex-specific functions and variables */ #include <sex.h> /* Kludged code -- I'll re-design this lot and re-write it as a proper * library sometime soon. */ struct genitals š #ifdef MALE Penis *jt; #endif /* G_spot *g; Removed for debugging purposes */ #ifdef FEMALE Vagina *p; #endif ć /* Initialization bootstrap routine -- called before DNA duplication. * Allocates buffers and sets up protein file pointers */ DNA *zygote_initialize(Sperm *, Ovum *); /* MAIN INITIALIZATION CODE * * Returns structures containing pre-processed phenotypes for the organism * to display at birth. * * Will be improved later to make output less ugly. */ Characteristic *lookup_phenotype(Identifier *i);
english.205 mmitrovic,
From the "Natures Wonders" series comes 'The mistery of Blonds' By skipping the actual moment of creation (which hapends a lot if a childs mother is blond too), we come to the point where a small group of cells starts to differentiate to various types of tissue. The object of our observations is a BRAIN CELL. The odd thing is that after performing the first duplication, further development of blonds brain totaly ceases. Later on, one of those two cells takes on the task of life support, while the other serves as a basic ROM/RAM device. The contents of this cell is being downloaded from a blond's mother's second cell (in case of a blond mother), or from a mothers data bank named 'makeup' (in other cases). If a mother for any reason does not possess such an information, we have two outcomes depending on mother: 1) Blond mother: The second cell also assumes life support tasks leading to childs disability to comprehend or communicate to other people. Resulting IQ is minimal. 2) Any other: Development of brain jumps back to its original path, leading to full brain development, resulting in a phenomenon called The Smart Blond. Usually, they are being marked by having dark eyes, although that is not a necessary condition. This phenomenon is very rare, and all speciments seem to be attracted to dorks, which puts us in a disadvantage. If you see one, please notify us. Well, this information (further called MI (makeup info.)) is being deeply encoded in the cell, and allows a blond to follow conversations on a makeup subject. The MI portion of the cell is very well protected from outside influence, having as a result that a blond allways knows about makeup, even if under amnesia. The remaining part of cell contains just enough storage capacity to accomodate blonds first name. This portion, however, is not protected. During the fetus stage, a very strange thing happends in blonds head. After the two cells assume central position an empty void starts to expand from cells to skull bones. Later on, this void acts as a black hole, slowly draining all inteligence from surrounding sentient beings, so it is highly recommended to avoid prolonged contacts with blonds (appx. 4-5 months). Apparently none of the drained inteligence has any effect on blonds IQ. The principles of void creation and inteligence draining still puzzles us. If an attempt is being made to start a conversation with blond on any other subject not contained in MI, the second cell tries to establish contact with surrounding cells (of which none is present), leading to 'Cell not present' fault. The unfortunate thing is that blonds lack any form of memory, so her interrupt vectors are invalid resulting in double fault, which in turn leads to system shutdown. Then again, nature found its ways in helping blondes. The shutdown line is being directly wired to reset line on life support cell, resulting in an immediate BOOT. System is restored back online, and info is being released from MI bank. Practical results of this is that when you ask a blond, for example, "What's the weather like?", you receive an answer "It's a red lipstick.". The entire contents of cell 2 (MI) has been cracked and explained. However, the cell 1 code that allows and performs booting of a blond still remains a mistery.
english.206 pifat,
Why does HRH Prince Charles wear a kilt ? So that his knobbu knees can take attention away from his enormous ears ! Igor
english.207 pifat,
To be politically correct: cat == feline American dead cat == metabolically different feline American Igor
english.208 pifat,
This list has been floating around the Internet for several weeks: TOP 10 THINGS PEOPL,E THINK THE 95 IN WINDOWS 95 REALLY STANDS FOR: 10. The number of floppies it will ship on 9. The percentage of people who will have to upgrade their hardware 8. The number of MB of hard-disk space required 7. The number of pages in the "EASY INSTALL" version of the manual 6. The percentage of existing programs thast won't run in the new operating system 5. The number of minutes to install 4. The number of calls to tech support team before you can get it to run 3. The number of people who will actually PAY for the upgrade 2. The number of MHz required for the operating system to run 1. The year it was DUE to ship
english.209 pyc.guy,
Q: Kako se na enleskom kaze slepi mis? A: Blind mouse
english.210 ganta,
The Top 10 reasons to buy a bigger, better PC ============================================= 10) 'Pentium' looks so much better on the case than all those numbers. 9) You've been meaning to buy a fan for the office anyway. 8) You need space to get DOS and Windows on the Hard Drive AT THE SAME TIME. 7) During a large compile, it's not so much a case of grabbing a coffee as writing a novel. 6) The memory check needs to be long enough for you to get a coffee. 5) Where else are you going to put all those 'educational' GIFs? 4) Just once it would be nice to win one of those 'Well, my machine...' type arguments. 3) Why buy audio CDs when you can sample them from a friend? 2) Who else is going to archive alt.music.vomiting-girafes? And the all time number 1 reason to buy a bigger, better PC is ... 1) Doom just doesn't seem to be able to keep up with your frantic keyboard bashing any more.
english.211 gristic,
Q. Do you know what prizes the communists are now offering for recruiting new party members? A. If you get one new member, you don't pay dues. Two new members, you can quit the party. And for three, you get a certificate saying you were never a member. ─── * To err is human, to forgive....500.00 DEM ($)
english.212 gristic,
COMPUTER STORIES FROM A FIELD SERVICE ENGINEER When I worked for a company that had a contract with 3M, 3M had asked me to write them a memo describing why we were having problems with diskette failures. I said in the memo that the disks were failing due to head crashes. "If the customers would just clean their heads periodically, we wouldn't have these problems," I said in the memo. One customer responded with "What kind of shampoo do you recommend?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ An end-user hotline received a call about a bad software disk. They asked the customer to make a copy of the disk and mail it in to the hotline. A few days later, they received a letter with a mimeographed copy of the disk. Since it was a double-sided disk, both sides of the disk had been xeroxed. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Computer Operator says as she is lifting an RP06 disk pack from the drive: "Gee, how much does one of these weigh?" Me: "It depends on how much data is on the disk.... The operator believed it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Another friend of mine in a similar situation reports having a student in the lab one day, who had to abort out of the SET PASSWORD sequence because he couldn't think of a six-letter word. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- ─── * Ignite Blowtorch Mercilessly
english.213 gristic,
Ovo vam je sigurno već poznato, ... u pirotjansku verziju. ;) There was this Jew who prayed daily to win the lottery. "God," he'd say, "please let me win the lottery. Please, Please let me win the lottery." About ten years of this passed, and our Jew, still praying every day, was getting a mite exasperated. Finally he said, "God, why haven't I won the lottery? I've prayed every day for ten years and I haven't won the lottery." "Irving," a voice boomed, "at least meet me half way and purchase a lottery ticket." ─── * Insert Bug under Mask
english.214 gristic,
FUCK YOU Perhaps one of the most interesting and colorful words in the english language today is the word "FUCK". It is the one magical word, which, just by its sound, can describe pain, pleasure, love, and hate. In language, "FUCK" falls into many gramatical categories. It can be used as a verb, both transitive (john fucked mary) and intransitive (mary was fucked by john). It can be an action verb (john really gives a fuck) or as a passive verb (mary doesn't really give a fuck) or as an adverb (mary is fucking interested in john) or as a noun (mary is a terrific fuck). It can also be used as an adjective (mary is fucking beautiful). As you can see, there are few words with the overall versatility of "FUCK". Besides its sexual connotations, this incredible word can be used to describe many situations: 1. GREETINGS "HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU?" 2. FRAUD "I GOT FUCKED BY THE CAR DEALER." 3. DISMAY "OH, FUCK IT!" 4. TROUBLE "I GUESS I'M FUCKED NOW." 5. AGGRESSION "FUCK YOU!" 6. DISGUST "FUCK ME." 7. CONFUSION "WHAT THE FUCK.......?" 8. DIFFICULTY "I DON'T UNDERSTAND THIS FUCKING BUSINESS!" 9. DESPAIR "FUCKED AGAIN!" 10. INCOMPETENCE "HE FUCKS UP EVERYTHING." 11. DISPLEASURE "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" 12. LOST "WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE?" 13. DISBELIEF "UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE!" 14. RETALIATION "UP YOUR FUCKING ASS!" IT CAN BE USED IN AN ANATOMICAL DESCRIPTION-"HE'S A FUCKING ASSHOLE." IT CAN BE USED TO TELL TIME-"IT'S FIVE FUCKING THIRTY." IT CAN BE USED IN BUSINESS-"HOW DID I WIND UP WITH THIS FUCKING JOB?" IT CAN BE MATERNAL-AS IN "MOTHERFUCKER." IT CAN BE CLERICAL O:) -"FUCK BILL GATES!" AND NEVER FORGET GENERAL CUSTER'S LAST WORDS: "WHERE DID ALL THESE FUCKING INDIANS COME FROM?" ALSO, THE FAMOUS LAST WORDS OF THE MAYOR OF HIROSHIMA: "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, THE IMMORTAL WORDS OF THE CAPTAIN OF THE TITANIC, WHO SAID: "WHERE IS ALL THIS FUCKING WATER COMING FROM?!" The mind fairly boggles at the many creative uses of the word. How can anybody be offended when you say "fuck?" use it frequently in your daily speech it will add to your prestige. TODAY SAY TO SOMEONE......... "FUCK YOU!" ─── * Bronx alphabet: fuckin' A, fuckin' B, fuckin' C, ...
english.215 ganta,
rec.humor.funny (moderated) #5252 Š1Ć Date: Wed Nov 09 16:30:07 PST 1994 >From: mhariharčuceng.uc.edu (Murali Hariharan) When the antenna of my small television in India broke, I looked up the relevant part's number in the manual provided by the company and wrote to them asking for a replacement. When the package arrived, I was furious to see that they had sent Part No 699 when I had actually asked them for No 669. I shot off an angry missive to their Public Relations Dept. Their reply: Turn it upside-down.
english.216 ndragan,
/ can quit the party. And for three, you get a certificate saying you / were never a member. Ovo sam čuo '87, a pored toga sam u rasejanju video i sojavitu iz bečeja. Dakle, ko je reko sankcije, imamo čak dva izvozna artikla.
english.217 ndragan,
/ "Gee, how much does one of these weigh?" / Me: "It depends on how much data is on the disk.... The weight of an empty UPS is just half the weight of a full one.
english.218 zonjic,
Once upon a time, there was a man who had a maddening passion for baked beans. He loved them, but they always had a very embarrassing and somewhat lively reaction on him. Then one day he met a girl and fell in love. When it was apparent that they would marry, He thought to himself, "She is such a sweet and gentle girl she will never go for this kind of carrying on." So he made the supreme sacrifice .... and gave up beans. They were married shortly thereafter. Some months later his car broke down on the way home from work, and since they lived in the country, he called his wife and told her he would be late because he had to walk home. On his way, he had to walk past a cafe, and the odor of freshly baked beans was overwhelming. Since he still had several miles to walk, he figured that he would work off any ill effects before he got home, so he stopped at the cafe. After three large helpings of baked beans, he putt-putted his way home and after arriving felt reasonably safe that he had putted his last. His wife seemed somewhat agitated and excited to see him and exclaimed delightedly, "Darling, I have the most wonderful surprise for dinner tonight." So she blindfolded him and led him to his chair at the head of the table. He seated himself, and just as he was ready to remove the blindfold the telephone rang. His wife made him vow not to touch the blindfold until she had returned, then went to answer the telephone. He seized this opportunity, shifted his weight to one leg and let go. It was not only loud, but as ripe as a rotten egg. He took the napkin from his lap and vigorously fanned the air about him. Things had just returned to normal when he felt another urge coming on him and let go again. This was a true prize winner. While keeping his ear on the conversation in the hall he went on like this for ten minutes until he knew the phone farewells indicated the end of his loneliness. Smiling contentedly to himself, he was the picture of innocence when his wife returned apologizing for taking so long. She asked if he had peeked and he, of course, assured her that he had not. At this point she removed the blindfold and there at last was his suprise. Twelve dinner guests seated around the table for a "Suprise Birthday Party" for him !!!! See ya. Rade
english.219 armitage,
Q: What's the name of Santa's wife? A: Merry Christmas. -*- Armitage -*-
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Here is what the future could bring!!! TCI, the nation's largest cable television company, is in talks to launch a unique pilot project in conjunction with Pacific Gas and Electric Co. and Microsoft Corporation to design a "smart home". The home automation industry is expected to triple in size, from $1.7 billion this year to more than $5.1 billion by the year 2000. Here is the diary of a future homeowner! ================ November 28, 1995 Moved in at last. Finally, we live in the smartest house in the neighborhood. Everything's networked. The cable TV is connected to our phone, which is connected to my PC, which is connected to the power lines, all the appliances and the security system. Everything runs off a universal remote with the friendliest interface I've ever used. Programming is a snap. I'm, like, totally wired. November 30 Hot stuff! Programmed my VCR from the office, turned up the thermostat and switched on the lights with the car phone, remotely tweaked the oven a few degrees for my pizza. Everything nice and cozy when I arrived. Maybe I should get the the universal remote surgically attached. December 3 Yesterday, the kitchen crashed. Freak event. As I opened the refigerator door, the light bulb blew. Immediately, everything else electrical shut down -- lights, microwave, coffee maker -- everything! Carefully, I unplugged and replugged all the appliances. Nothing. Called the cable company (but not from the kitchen phone). They refer me to the utility company. The utility insists the problem was in the software. So the software company runs some remote telediagnostics via my house processor. Their expert system claims it has to be the utility's fault. I don't care, I just weant my kitchen back. More phone calls. More remote diagnostics. Turns out the problem was "unanticipated failure mode" -- the network had never seen a refrigerator bulb failure while the door was open. So the fuzzy logic interpreted the burnout as a power surge and shut down the entire kitchen. But because sensor memory confirmed that there hadn't actually been a power surge, the kitchen's logic sequence was confused so it couldn't do a standard restart. The utility guy swears this was the first time this has ever happened. Rebooting the kitchen took over an hour. December 7 The police are not happy. Our house keeps calling them for help. We discover that whenever we play the TV or stereo above 25 decibels, it creates patterns of micro-vibrations that get amplified when they hit the window. When these vibrations mix with a gust of wind, the security sensors are actuated and the police computer concludes that someone is trying to break in. Go figure ... Another glitch: whenever the basement is in self-diagnostic mode, the universal remote won't let me change the channels on my TV. That means I actually have to get up off the couch and change the channels by hand. The software and the utility people say this flaw will be fixed in the next upgrade -- SmartHouse 2.1, but it's not ready yet. December 12 This is a nightmare. There's a virus in the house. My personal computer caught it while browsing on the public access network. I come home and the livingroom is a sauna, the bedroom windows are covered with ice, the refrigerator has defrosted, the washing machine has flooded the basement, the garage door is cycling up and down and the TV is stuck on the Home Shopping channel. Throughout the house, lights flicker like stroboscopes until they explode from the strain. Broken glass is everywhere. Of course, the security sensors detect nothing. I look at a message slowly throbbing on my PC screen: "Welcome to HomeWrecker!!! Now the FUN begins ... (be it ever so humble, there's no virus like HomeWrecker ...)". I get out of the house. Fast. December 18 They think I've digitally desinfected the house but the place is a shambles. Pipes have burst and we're not completely sure we've got the part of the virus that attacks toilets. Nevertheless, The Exorcists (as the anti-virus SWAT members like to call themselves) are confident the worst is over. "HomeWrecker is pretty bad," one tells me, "but consider yourself lucky you did'nt get Poltergeist. That one is really evil". December 19 Apparently, our house isn't insured for viruses. "Fires and mudslides yes," says the claims adjuster, "viruses, no." My agreement with the SmartHouse people explicitly states that all claims and warranties are null and void if any appliance or computer in my house networks in any way, shape or form with a noncertified on-line service. Everybody's very, very sorry but they can't be expected to anticipate every virus that may be created. We call our lawyer. He laughs. He's excited. December 21 I get a call from a SmartHouse sales rep. As a special holiday offer, we get the free opportunity to become a beta site for the company's new SmartHouse 2.1 upgrade. He says I'll be able to meet the programmers personally. "Sure, I tell him"... To Be Continued ...
english.221 ganta,
Recently, Intel announced that famous Pentium processor has a bug: when divideing non-integer numbers (FDIV instruction), error occures on the 9th decimal place. "No big deal", one might say. However, there might be some consequences when you get 6.0/3.0=1.999999999 on the several million machines. Q&A: THE PENTIUM FDIV BUG Q: How many Pentium designers does it take to screw in a light bulb? A: 1.99904274017, but that's close enough for non-technical people. Q: What do you get when you cross a Pentium PC with a research grant? A: A mad scientist. Q: What's another name for the "Intel Inside" sticker they put on Pentiums? A: The warning label. Q: What do you call a series of FDIV instructions on a Pentium? A: Successive approximations. Q: Complete the following word analogy: Add is to Subtract as Multiply is to: 1) Divide 2) ROUND 3) RANDOM 4) On a Pentium, all of the above A: Number 4. Q: What algorithm did Intel use in the Pentium's floating point divider? A: "Life is like a box of chocolates." (Source: F. Gump of Intel) Q: Why didn't Intel call the Pentium the 586? A: Because they added 486 and 100 on the first Pentium and got 585.999983605. Q: According to Intel, the Pentium conforms to the IEEE standards 754 and 854 for floating point arithmetic. If you fly in aircraft designed using a Pentium, what is the correct pronunciation of "IEEE"? A: Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! TOP TEN NEW INTEL SLOGANS FOR THE PENTIUM -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 9.9999973251 It's a FLAW, Dammit, not a Bug 8.9999163362 It's Close Enough, We Say So 7.9999414610 Nearly 300 Correct Opcodes 6.9999831538 You Don't Need to Know What's Inside 5.9999835137 Redefining the PC -- and Mathematics As Well 4.9999999021 We Fixed It, Really 3.9998245917 Division Considered Harmful 2.9991523619 Why Do You Think They Call It *Floating* Point? 1.9999103517 We're Looking for a Few Good Flaws 0.9999999998 The Errata Inside
english.222 inesic,
Ode žena u pet shop da kupi čuvarkuću. Pita prodavca -Pošto vam ovaj šarplaninac? -600 DEM. -A ovaj vučjak? -300 DEM. -A ovaj maleni tamo? -4000 DEM. -4000 DEM?!?!? Pa kakav je to pas? -To vam je specijalna rasa, kung fu bul terijer, posebno trenirana za čuvarkuću. Pogledajte! Kung fu bul terijer - bandera! I džukac istrči na ulicu rasturi banderu, pojede je, i vrati se na mesto. -A je l' može on to i sa vratima? -Naravno. Kung fu bul terijer - vrata! Džukac skoči, rasturi vrata, pojede ih, i vrati se na mesto. čena oduševljena, vadi 4000DEM i nosi kera kući. Dočekuje je muž. -Šta ti je to? -Kupila sam psa da nam čuva kuću. -To malo da nam čuva kuću?! Kolko si ga platila? -4000DEM. -4000DEM?!?!?!?! Pa ti nisi normalna, ćurko jedna, za ovo malo da daš 4000DEM. -Nemoj tako, to je specijalna rasa. Kung fu bul terijer. -Ma, kung fu bul terijer, moj kurac.
english.223 ganta,
>> **** ŠPreneto sa soc.culture.italian, samo za dobru upotrebuĆ **** >> Predmet: FYI: MICROSOFT and the Vatican Date: 6 Dec 1994 18:33:28 GMT MICROSOFT Bids to Acquire Catholic Church By Hank Vorjes VATICAN CITY (AP) -- In a joint press conference in St. Peter's Square this morning, MICROSOFT Corp. and the Vatican announced that the Redmond software giant will acquire the Roman Catholic Church in exchange for an unspecified number of shares of MICROSOFT common stock. If the deal goes through, it will be the first time a computer software company has ac- quired a major world religion. With the acquisition, Pope John Paul II will become the senior vice- president of the combined company's new Religious Software Division, while MICROSOFT senior vice-presidents Michael Maples and Steven Ballmer will be invested in the College of Cardinals, said MICROSOFT Chairman Bill Gates. "We expect a lot of growth in the religious market in the next five to ten years," said Gates. "The combined resources of MICROSOFT and the Catholic Church will allow us to make religion easier and more fun for a broader range of people." Through the MICROSOFT Network, the company's new on-line service, "we will make the sacraments available on-line for the first time" and revive the popular pre-Counter-Reformation practice of selling indulgences, said Gates. "You can get Communion, confess your sins, receive absolution -- even reduce your time in Purgatory -- all without leaving your home." A new software application, MICROSOFT Church, will include a macro language which you can program to download heavenly graces automatically while you are away from your computer. An estimated 17,000 people attended the announcement in St Peter's Square, watching on a 60-foot screen as comedian Don Novello -- in character as Father Guido Sarducci -- hosted the event, which was broadcast by satel- lite to 700 sites worldwide. Pope John Paul II said little during the announcement. When Novello chided Gates, "Now I guess you get to wear one of these pointy hats," the crowd roared, but the pontiff's smile seemed strained. The deal grants MICROSOFT exclusive electronic rights to the Bible and the Vatican's prized art collection, which includes works by such masters as Michelangelo and Da Vinci. But critics say MICROSOFT will face stiff chal- lenges if it attempts to limit competitors' access to these key intellec- tual properties. "The Jewish people invented the look and feel of the holy scriptures," said Rabbi David Gottschalk of Philadelphia. "You take the parting of the Red Sea -- we had that thousands of years before the Catholics came on the scene." But others argue that the Catholic and Jewish faiths both draw on a common Abrahamic heritage. "The Catholic Church has just been more successful in marketing it to a larger audience," notes Notre Dame theologian Father Kenneth Madigan. Over the last 2,000 years, the Catholic Church's market share has increased dramatically, while Judaism, which was the first to offer many of the concepts now touted by Christianity, lags behind. Historically, the Church has a reputation as an aggressive competitor, leading crusades to pressure people to upgrade to Catholicism, and enter- ing into exclusive licensing arrangements in various kingdoms whereby all subjects were instilled with Catholicism, whether or not they planned to use it. Today Christianity is available from several denominations, but the Catholic version is still the most widely used. The Church's mission is to reach "the four corners of the earth," echoing MICROSOFT's vision of "a computer on every desktop and in every home". Gates described MICROSOFT's long-term strategy to develop a scalable reli- gious architecture that will support all religions through emulation. A single core religion will be offered with a choice of interfaces according to the religion desired -- "One religion, a couple of different implemen- tations," said Gates. The MICROSOFT move could spark a wave of mergers and acquisitions, accord- ing to Herb Peters, a spokesman for the U.S. Southern Baptist Conference, as other churches scramble to strengthen their position in the increasing- ly competitive religious market.
english.224 mmitrovic,
Ne znam da l' je bilo, a i nema veze. Elem, Q: šta peva plavuša svom dečku? A: "All in all, you're just another dick in the hole." ____________________ Hint: P.Floyd "Wall"
english.225 gristic,
Kako ljudi na Internetu trace ;) svoje (i tudje) vreme... (Tune: The Twelve Days of Christmas) /* AN ELECTRONIC CHRISTMAS/CHANUKAH CARD TO ALL Lyrics: Evan Leibovitch <evančtelly.on.ca> Code: Beverly Erlebacher <erlebachčcs.toronto.edu> This code is in the public domain. */ #include <stdio.h> #define DEFAULT_HOLIDAY "CHRISTMAS/CHANUKAH" #define DAYS_OF_NEGLECT 12 char headingŠĆ = "AN ELECTRONIC %s CARD TO ALLĐnĐnĐ Lyrics: Evan Leibovitch <evančtelly.on.ca>ĐnĐ Code: Beverly Erlebacher <erlebachčcs.toronto.edu>ĐnĐnĐ Dedicated to Dave Mason, Chris Siebenmann, and anyone who's leftĐnĐ their computers alone just long enough for them to self-destruct:ĐnĐnĐ (Sung to the tune of something or other...)ĐnĐn"; char * cardinalŠĆ = š"And a", "Two", "Three", "Four", "Five", "Six", "Seven", "Eight", "Nine", "Ten", "Eleven", "Twelve"ć; char * ordinalŠĆ = š"first", "second", "third", "fourth", "fifth", "sixth", "seventh", "eighth", "ninth", "tenth", "eleventh", "twelfth", "thirteenth"ć; char * itemŠĆ = š "burnt-out V.D.T.", "faulty tapes;", "heads crashed;", "bad blocks;", "core dumps;", "bad controllers; ", "blown partitions;", "gettys dying;", "floppies frying;", "ports a-jamming;", "chips a-smoking;", "boards a-blowing;" ć; char daystrŠĆ = "ĐnOn the %s day I left it, my Unix gave to me:Đn"; char finaleŠĆ = "ĐnOn the %s day I started adapting my Nintendo for the VL bus.Đn"; main(argc, argv) int argc; char *argvŠĆ; š int i, j; printf(heading, argc > 1 ? argvŠ1Ć : DEFAULT_HOLIDAY); for (i = 0; i < DAYS_OF_NEGLECT; i++) š printf(daystr, ordinalŠiĆ); if (i == 0) printf("ĐtA %sĐn", itemŠiĆ); else for (j = i; j >= 0; j--) printf("Đt%s %sĐn", cardinalŠjĆ, itemŠjĆ); ć printf(finale, ordinalŠDAYS_OF_NEGLECTĆ); exit(0); ć ─── * Jesus Christ is the answer. Now, what was your question?
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THE TWELVE BUGS OF CHRISTMAS - Author Unknown (Tune: The Twelve Days of Christmas) For the first bug of Christmas, my manager said to me See if they can do it again. For the second bug of Christmas, my manager said to me Ask them how they did it and See if they can do it again. Š...Ć For the twelfth bug of Christmas, my manager said to me Tell them it's a feature Say it's not supported Change the documentation Blame it on the hardware Find a way around it Say they need an upgrade Reinstall the software Ask for a dump Run with the debugger Try to reproduce it Ask them how they did it and See if they can do it again. ─── * "Dyslexic Christian sells soul to Santa... News at 11"
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(Tune: The Twelve Days of Christmas) /* here is the same 12-days of Xmas, in a little more compact form. Merry Christmas... Arlin */ #include <stdio.h> int xmas(daze) int daze; š static char *daythŠĆ=š"first","second","third","fourth","fifth","sixth", "seventh","eighth","ninth","tenth","eleventh","twelfth"ć; if (daze>1) xmas(daze-1); printf("ĐnĐnFor the %s bug of Christmas, ",daythŠdaze-1Ć); printf("my manager said to meĐn"); switch (daze) š case 12: printf(" Tell them it's a featureĐn"); case 11: printf(" Say it's not supportedĐn"); case 10: printf(" Change the documentationĐn"); case 9: printf(" Blame it on the hardwareĐn"); case 8: printf(" Find a way around itĐn"); case 7: printf(" Say they need an upgradeĐn"); case 6: printf(" Reinstall the softwareĐn"); case 5: printf(" Ask for a dumpĐn"); case 4: printf(" Run with the debuggerĐn"); case 3: printf(" Try to reproduce itĐn"); case 2: printf(" Ask them how they did it andĐn"); case 1: printf(" See if they can do it again.Đn"); ć; return; ć main() š xmas(12); ć /* ********************** */ ─── * "Hi, my Goldfish looks just like yours!"
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THE PROGRAMMER'S TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS (Tune: The Twelve Days of Christmas) On the first day of Christmas My true love gave to me A cartridge in a P.C. On the second day of Christmas My true love gave to me Two paper tapes And a cartridge in a P.C. . . . . . . . . . On the twelfth day of Christmas My true love gave to me Twelve plotters plotting, Eleven printers grinding, Ten punches jamming, Nine nixies blinking, Eight drums a-spinning, Seven screens a-scrolling, Six mice a-clicking, Five write rings, Four coding sheets, Three punch cards, Two paper tapes, And a cartridge in a P.C. ─── * "Honey, what's 'Formatting Drive C:' mean?"
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IRAQI REPUBLICAN GUARD CHRISTMAS (Tune: The Twelve Days of Christmas) On the 1st day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: A knife with a very sharp blade. On the 2nd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Two hand grenades, And a knife with a very sharp blade. Š...Ć On the 11th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Eleven tons of nerve gas, Ten nuclear submarines, Nine cans of mace, Eight bayonets, Seven electric cattle prods, Six Molotov cocktails, Five stick of dy-no-miiiiite, Four Tommy guns, Three M-16's, Two hand grenades, And a knife with a very sharp blade. ON THE 12TH DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TRUE LOVE GAVE TO ME: TWELVE NUCLEAR HOLOCASTS... (large explosion) ─── * FOR SALE: Iraqi rifle. Never fired. Dropped once.
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(Tune: The Twelve Days of Christmas) On the twelfth day of Christmas My true love gave to me... (A) 12-Pack of Bud 11 Rasslin' Tickets (A) TIN (of) Copenhagen 9 Years Probation 8 Table Dancers 7 Packs of Redman 6 Cans of Spam 5 Flannel shirts 4 Mud grip tires 3 Shotgun shells 2 Huntin' dogs And some parts to a Mustang GT. ─── * ERR92012: Fatal Error Using Mouse. Replace and Bury Operator.
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THE TWELVE GIFTS OF CHRISTMAS - By Alan Shepard (Tune: The Twelve Days of Christmas) On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me A Japanese transistor radio. On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Green polka-dot pajamas, And a Japanese transistor radio. (It's a Nakashuma.) On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me A calendar book with the name of my insurance man, Green polka-dot pajamas, And a Japanese transistor radio. (It's the Mark IV model. That's the one that's discontinued.) On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me A simulated alligator wallet, A calendar book with the name of my insurance man, Green polka-dot pajamas, And a Japanese transistor radio. (And it comes in a leatherette case with holes in it, so you can listen right through the case.) On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me A statue of a lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be, A simulated alligator wallet, A calendar book with the name of my insurance man, Green polka-dot pajamas, And a Japanese transistor radio. (And it has a wire with a thing on one end that you can stick in your ear, and a thing on the other end that you can't stick anywhere, because it's bent.) On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me A hammered aluminum nutcracker, And all that other stuff, And a Japanese transistor radio. On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it, And all that other stuff, And a Japanese transistor radio. On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me An indoor plastic birdbath, And all that other stuff, And a Japanese transistor radio. On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me A pair of teakwood shower clogs, And a Japanese transistor radio. On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter, And a Japanese transistor radio. On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television, but not when you get it home, And a Japanese transistor radio. On the twelfth day of Christmas, although it may seem strange, On the twelfth day of Christmas, I'm going to exchange: An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television, but not when you get it home, A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter, A pair of teakwood shower clogs, An indoor plastic birdbath, A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it, A hammered aluminum nutcracker, A statue of a lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be, A simulated alligator wallet, A calendar book with the name of my insurance man, Green polka-dot pajamas, And a Japanese transistor radio. ─── * From the Department of Redundancy Dept.
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THE TWELVE DAYS AFTER CHRISTMAS The first day after Christmas My true love and I had a fight And so I chopped the pear tree down And burned it just for spite And with a single cartridge I shot that blasted partridge My true love, my true love, My true love gave to me The second day after Christmas I pulled on the old rubber gloves And very gently wrung the necks Of both the turtle doves The third day after Christmas My mother came down with the croup I had to use the three French hens To make some chicken soup The four calling birds were a big mistake For their language was obscene The five gold rings were completely fake And they turned my fingers green The sixth day after Christmas The six laying geese wouldn't lay I gave the whole darned gaggle to The ASPCA The seventh day what a mess I found All seven of the swimming swans had drowned My true love, my true love, My true love gave to me The eight day after Christmas Before they could suspect I bundled up the eight maids a milking nine ladies dancing ten lords a leaping 'leven pipers piping twelve drummers drumming Šspoken in a sexy alto voice:Ć (Well, actually, I kept one of the drummers.) And sent them back collect I told my true love We are through love And I said in so many words Furthermore your gifts are for the ĐBii four calling birds Điirrr three French hens Đrrdd two turtle doves Đds and a partridge in a pear tree. ─── * Genitalia is not an Italian airline.
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THE TWELVE DAYS AFTER CHRISTMAS - by Jeannie West (12/22/92) On the first day after Christmas, My true love and I had a fight So I chopped the pear tree down And shot the partridge just for spite. On the second day after Christmas, I put on a pair of old gloves, And gently wrung the necks Of both those stupid turtle doves. On the third day after Christmas, My dear old mother got the croup. So I took those 3 French hens, And made her some chicken soup. The 4 calling birds were a mistake, Their language was terribly obscene; Of course the 5 golden rings were fake: They turned my fingers Greeeeeeen. On the sixth day after Christmas, Extremely cold weather came around So I killed those 6 noisy geese and made a jacket filled with down. On the seventh day after Christmas, I shot those 7 swans a swimming I had to do it donUt you see they was chasing all the women. On the eighth day after Christmas, I had milk up to my eyes and if that wasnUt bad enough I had cow shit up to my thighs. On the ninth day after Christmas, I took a hammer to those pipes youUd have thought I killed the Pope if you heard those pipers gripe. On the tenth day after Christmas, IUd learned every dance there is to know so without a single guilty thought I threw those dancing ladies out in the snow. But there is one thing I will admit about those 11 Lords a leaping and 12 drummers drumming IUm not crazy, those IUm keeping! == ─── * How many weeks are there in a light year?
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THE TWELVE DAYS AFTER CHRISTMAS - by Jeannie West (12/22/92) On the first day after Christmas, My true love and I had a fight So I chopped the pear tree down And shot the partridge just for spite. On the second day after Christmas, I put on a pair of old gloves, And gently wrung the necks Of both those stupid turtle doves. On the third day after Christmas, My dear old mother got the croup. So I took those 3 French hens, And made her some chicken soup. The 4 calling birds were a mistake, Their language was terribly obscene; Of course the 5 golden rings were fake: They turned my fingers Greeeeeeen. On the sixth day after Christmas, Extremely cold weather came around So I killed those 6 noisy geese and made a jacket filled with down. On the seventh day after Christmas, I shot those 7 swans a swimming I had to do it donUt you see they was chasing all the women. On the eighth day after Christmas, I had milk up to my eyes and if that wasnUt bad enough I had cow shit up to my thighs. On the ninth day after Christmas, I took a hammer to those pipes youUd have thought I killed the Pope if you heard those pipers gripe. On the tenth day after Christmas, IUd learned every dance there is to know so without a single guilty thought I threw those dancing ladies out in the snow. But there is one thing I will admit about those 11 Lords a leaping and 12 drummers drumming IUm not crazy, those IUm keeping! == ─── * How many weeks are there in a light year?
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KILL A TREE FOR CHRIST - by Celtic Elvis Kill a tree for Christ, it's such a festive sacrifice. Wrench it from the ground in the name of the tradition. Throw it in the trunk and tie it down with cords of BUNGEE. You'll need the needles every year cause you're a Christmas junkie. I said chop that puppy, throw it on a stand. Smother it with tinsel, gotta understand. I said saw that puppy for the Holy Man. Come New Year's Day, just throw it in the can. (What you say?) Throw it in the can. The Aztecs killed their lambs, the Mayans killed their precious VIRGINS. The Muslims don't like cameras, it's really just superstition. So kill a tree for Christ. It's such a festive sacrifice. We'll celebrate with sugarplums for all the stumps in Christendom. == I FOUND THE BRAINS OF SANTA CLAUS - by Jason and the StrapTones I found the brains of Santa Claus underneath my bed. They were in a pickle jar - I wonder if he's dead. Oh, they smelled like dried up tuna, and looked more grey than red. Oh, I found the brains of Santa Claus; I'll bet you that he's dead. Yes he still may have a jelly belly and a big white bushy beard. But without that grey stuff in his head, he would act kind of wierd. I found the brains of Santa Claus, his wife may want them back. I'd send them to her COD, the zip code's all I lack. They really aren't much use to me 'cept serve them as a snack. Oh, I found the brains of Santa Claus it's strange but it's a fact. Yes he still may have a jelly belly and a big white bushy beard. But without that grey stuff in his head, he would act kind of wierd. I found the brains of Santa Claus underneath my bed. They were in a pickle jar - I wonder if he's dead. Oh, they smelled like dried up tuna, and looked more grey than red. Oh, I found the brains of Santa Claus; I'll hope he isn't dead. == ─── * I cna ytpe 300 wrods pre mniuet!!!
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SEE THE TANK FARMS ALL ABOUT - BY the NJ Editorial Minstrel Š(c) copyright 1991Ć (Tune: Good King Wenceslas) See the tank farms all about the coast line of New Jersey. Watch them move that crude about in so great a hurry. See big tankers sail about, in New Jersey waters. Vessel traffic all about. Should we be more worried? Hear the horn blast what a sound. What could be the matter? See the tanker run aground. See it's hull just shatter. Contents oozing all about! So much toxic matter. Arthur Kill is closed tonight. Clean up crews now ga-ather. Hope this mess will not ignight. Where's that navigator? Seems he's run off for the night. Some say he just staggered. Scape goats needed for this plight. Corporate image shattered. But we'll just write this off our tax: cause it's a business matter. == ─── * I could prove God statistically.
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PITCHES REACH A FEVER PITCH The pitches reach a fever pitch at Christmas. I shuffle through my mail with trembling hands. I read it all with shame, how do they get my name? How can I ever answer each demand? The pitches reach a fever pitch at Christmas. Those paper fingers clutching at my feet. They make their case so slickly, I should make a donation quickly And I'll find that if I give I'll soon receive another letter, Asking me for more. Celebrities are writing me in person. It Ts strange the letters sound so much the same. This makes it extra tough, no check is big enough When somebody like (?)Molton gives his name. Now underlining really gets my back up. It makes me think they feel I cannot read. I try to take it with a smile, it's the fundraiser style. It has nothing to do with the ones who are in need. Beneath the moon of winter time, The homeless cry, oh life's a crime. We feel despair, we feel such pain We can't afford to mount another direct mail campaign. With governments and corporations cutting back on their donations, You and I will have to pay ?????????? of guilt each day. The pitches reach a fever pitch at Christmas, So Santa Claus can bring you your receipt. You'll try to save a lot, ?????????? Or engineer a government's defeat. They know our hearts are softened up at Christmas. So that's the time to mount the big attack. As the fundraisers foretold, We're glad our names ??????? to correspondents who always answer back. Spoken: Dear Nancy, Thank you for your generous reply to our recent appeal. It was courageous of you to send so much less than the minimum suggested donation. So few have the nerve. With your ten big dollars we were able to buy enough stamps to write to 27 more people. Indeed one of those letters will be going to you, so you can see you have made a good investment. Our organization needs a great deal of support from compassionate people like yourself. We would like you to consider simplifying your life by having a monthly donation deducted directly from your paycheck. Now about your will, you do have a will don't you? After all you may trip over a whino and snap your spinal cord tomorrow and we are sure you wouldn't want your estate confiscated by the government. == ─── * I have a 9600bps modem and 1.5bps fingers
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GRANDMA GOT RUN OVER BY A REINDEER - by Patsy & Elmo Grandma got run over by a reindeer, Walking home from our house Christmas Eve, You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. She'd been drinking too much eggnog, And we begged her not to go, But she forgot her medication, So she staggered out the door and through the snow. When we found her Christmas morning, At the scene of the attack, There were hoof-prints on her forehead, And incriminating Claus-marks on her back. Grandma got run over by a reindeer, Walking home from our house Christmas Eve, You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. Now, we're all so proud of Grandpa, He's been taking this so well, See him in there watching football, Drinking beer and playing cards with Cousin Mel. It's not Christmas without Grandma, All the family's dressed in black, And we just can't help but wonder, Should we open up her gifts or send them back? Grandma got run over by a reindeer, Walking home from our house Christmas Eve, You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. Now the goose is on the table, And the pudding made of fig, And the blue and silver candles That would just have matched the hair in Grandma's wig. I warned all my friends and neighbors, Better watch out for yourselves! They should never give a license To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves. Grandma got run over by a reindeer, Walking home from our house Christmas Eve, You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. Sing it, Grandpa! Grandma got run over by a reindeer, Walking home from our house Christmas Eve, You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. ─── * I like women with big... HEARTS! YEAH! THAT's it!
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GRANDMA GOT RUN OVER BY A JOHN DEERE Grandma got ran over by a John Deere walking down our driveway Christmas eve Grandpa thought he knew what he was doing but, Grandma picked a real bad time to leave. We all tried to warn her, but the tractor was so loud we got up to try and catch her Ah, but much too late, she'd done been plowed. Chorus I've got to hand it to my Grandpa, never once did he lament. He just went and got a lawyer, and a seven million dollar settlement. Chorus etc etc etc... == ─── * I still miss my ex-wife - but my aim is improving!
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NEW KIDS GOT RUN OVER BY A REINDEER New Kids got run over by a reindeer All the little kiddies are in shock No more loud, annoying high falsettos Now there's no more New Kids on the Block They were singing their new hit song "Cover Girls with the Right Stuff" Now they're trophies for a reindeer Mounted on his mantle, hangin tough Many times I was mistaken When I went to see their show Danny, Donny, Joe, Jon, Jordan Or was it Larry, Curly, Shemp, and Moe oh oh oh oh [ a la "The Right Stuff ] New Kids got run over by a reindeer All the little kiddies are in shock No more loud, annoying high falsettos Now there's no more New Kids on the Block Now, the New Kid fans are crying, And they say this really sucks! But don't blame it on the reindeer Cause I'm the one who gave them fifty bucks Life is great without the new kids Now let's deal the final blow Drop our pants and hang our hineys And tell their fans its really mistletoe oh oh oh oh [ again ] New Kids got run over by a reindeer No more little kids for me to mock No more prepubescent high falsettos Now there's no more New Kids on the Block == ─── * "Give us more responsibility" - Bill Clinton
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BIG JIM GOT RUN OVER [revised] - by the NJ Editorial Minstrel [(c) copyright 1991] (Tune: Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer) Big Jim got run over by a Mac-Truck Walking home from Trenton Christmas eve People say there's no such thing as Santa But me and my Bronco we believe. He was working on this package Taxing every thing in sight though people wouldn't like his message He just kept right on a' workin' through the night When they found him in the morning It was so hard to believe But there were those gigantic treadmarks and incriminating tax cuts on the street ( chorus ) So we think he's learned a lesson there's apologies to say you just shouldn't dump new taxes on good ol' folks who make their living driving trucks Now were so proud of the senate Yes, all our legislators who... Seem to now believe in voters, and have time to try and un-do what they did. ( last chorus ) Big Jim got run over by a Mac-Truck Walking home from Trenton Christmas eve People say there's no such thing as Santa But me and my Bronco we believe... and those guys with Jimmys they believe.. Even folks in Yugos... they believe! == ─── * "Have a nice day!" "No thanks, I have other plans."
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GRANDMA GOT HUNGOVER BY A RAINIER - Anonymous (Note: Rainier is a Seattle beer named after a mountain.) Grandma got hungover drinkin' Rainier She bought at 7-11 New Year's Eve. You can say there's no such thing as a drunken skipper But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. She'd been drinking too much cold rock and we begged her not to chug. She didn't save any for Grandpa. She didn't even use a mug. When we found her the next morning at the scene of the "attack," she had (something) on her forehead, and Spuds McKenzie standing on her back. Grandma got hungover drinkin' Rainier She bought at 7-11 New Year's Eve. You can say there's no such thing as a drunken skipper But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. We feel sorry for poor, poor Grandpa; He's acting mighty small. Cause he just can't watch his football, Without the beer he loves oh so well. It's not New Year's without ??? But the tv screen is hot. And we just can't help but wonder How she ever drank that whole twelve-pack. Grandma got hungover drinkin' Rainier She bought at 7-11 New Year's Eve. You can say there's no such thing as a drunken skipper But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. He took his keys up off the table And he headed out the door. Grandpa had to have a cold one Instead of listening to Grandma snore. I warned all my friends and neighbors, "Watch your refrigirator shelves. Even though you trust your Grandma, she might decide to drink it all herself." Grandma got hungover drinkin' Rainier She bought at 7-11 New Year's Eve. You can say there's no such thing as a drunken skipper But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. Everyone! Grandma got hungover drinkin' Rainier She bought at 7-11 New Year's Eve. You can say there's no such thing as a drunken skipper But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. == ─── * "Illiterate? ... Write for FREE help."
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WE THREE STRINGS (Tune: We Three Kings) We three strings with frayed knots are, trying to get served in a bar. We have travelled far and near, looking for ice cold beer. Oh, Oh, bar of wonder, bar of "Lite," won't you please serve us tonight. We have travelled far and near, looking for some ice cold beer. == ─── * (A)bort, (R)etry, (I)gnore, (S)orry I Asked!
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SILENT STRINGS (Tune: Silent Night) Fra-a-ayed knots, fra-a-ayed knots, all we want, are some cold drinks. Won't you please serve us tonight. If you don't we won't likely fight. But it would be so nice, if you'd serve us drinks tonight. == ─── * The Def. of Upgrade: Take old bugs out, put new
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WHITE STRINGS (Tune: White Christmas) Strings dreaming of a cold drink, just like the ones they used to get. When the bars stayed open all night, and strings got served just right... == ─── * 1st law of Thermodynamics: Don't play with matches.
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JINGLE STRINGS (Tune: Jingle Bells) We are strings, we are strings, even though we're frayed. We are trying, very hard, to get served some drinks today. We are strings, we are strings, even though we're frayed. Won't you please serve us today and we'll be on our way. Hey! == ─── * 2 + 2 = 5 for extremely large values of 2.
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ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS MY TWO FRONT TEETH All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth (thweeth) my two front teeth (thweeth) my two front teeth. (thweeth) Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth (thweeth) Then I could wish you Merry Christmas. It seems so long since I could say: "Sister Susie sitting on the front steps." Everytime I try to speak all I do is whistle: ssssssss. All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth My two front teeth (thweeth) my two front teeth. Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth (thweeth) Then I could wish you Merry Christmas. == ─── * :) :D :O :( :[ ;) 8) B) :> |I :P =) :S :B :] :\
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Please send (bobk@gibdo.engr.washington.edu): -Any other humorous Christmas lyrics. -Attributions or corrections for the above songs. Thanks and Merry Christmas, Bob Seattle, Washington MERRY X'MAS (or equivalent) AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR - in many languages! Arabic-classic I'd Miilad said oua Sana saida Armenian Shenoraavor Nor Dari yev Pari Gaghand Azeri Tezze Iliniz Yahsi Olsun Basque Zorionstsu Eguberri. Zoriontsu Urte Berri On Breton Nedeleg laouen na bloavezh mat Bulgarian Tchestito Rojdestvo Hristovo. Tchestita Nova Godina Chinese - Cantonese Gun Tso Sun Tan'Gung Haw Sun - Mandarin Kong He Xin Xi - Hong Kong Kung Ho Hsin Hsi. Ching Chi Shen Tan - Pinyin Sheng Dan Kuai Le. Xin Nian Hao. Cornish Nadelik looan na looan blethen noweth Czech Prejeme Vam Vesele Vanoce a stastny Novy Rok Danish Gl{delig Jul og Godt Nyt}r Dutch Zalig Kerstfeest en een gelukkig Nieuwjaar Prettige Kerstdagen en een Voorspoedig Nieuwjaar English Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year Season's Greetings Estonian Roomsaid Joulu Phui ja Uut Aastat Finnish Hyv?? Joulua ja Onnellista Uutta Vuotta Toivotamme Hyv?? Joulua ja Onnellista Uutta Vuotta French Joyeux Nohl et Bonne AnnJe German Frohliche Weihnachten und ein Glpckliches Neues Jahr Greek Kala Khristougena kai Eftikhes to Neon Etos Hawaiian Mele Kalikimake me ka Hauoli Makahiki ho Hebrew Mo'adim Lesimkha. Chena tova Hindi Shub Naya Baras Hungarian Boldog Karacsonyl es Ujevl Unnepeket Icelandic Gledlig jol og Nyar Gledileg jl og farsXlt komandi =r Indonesian Selamah Tahun Baru Irish Nollaig shona dhuit agus athbhliain faoi mhaise Italian Buone Natalie e felice Capo d'Anno Buon Natale e Felice Anno Nuovo Japanese Shinnen omedeto. Kurisumasu Omedeto Korean Sung Tan Chuk Ha Latvian Priecigus Ziemas Svetkus un Laimigu Jauno Gadu Lithuanian Linksmu sventu Kaledu ir Laimingu Nauju Metu Manx Nollick ghennal as blein vie noa Marathi Shub Naya Varsh Norwegian - Ny Norsk Eg ynskjer hermed Dykk alle ein God Jul og eit Godt Nytt $r - Riksm]l Gledlig jul og godt Nytt $r Polish Wesolych Swiat Bozego Narodzenia i Szczesliwego Nowego Roku Portuguese Feliz Natal e propero Ano Novo Feliz Natal e Bom Ano Novo Rapa-Nui Mata-Ki-Te-Rangi. Te-Pito-O-Te-Henua Romanian Sarbatori Fericite. La Multi Ani Russian Pozdrevlyayu s prazdnikom Rozhdestva is Novim Godom Samoan La Maunia Le Kilisimasi Ma Le Tausaga Fou Scottish Nollaig Chridheil agus Bliadhna Mhath Ur Serb-Croatian Sretam Bozic. Vesela Nova Godina <--- ;))))))))))))) Singhalese Subha nath thalak Vewa. Subha Aluth Awrudhak Vewa Slovak Vesele Vianoce. A stastlivy Novy Rok Slovene Vesele Bozicne. Screcno Novo Leto Spanish Feliz Navidad y Prospero Ato Nuevo Swedish Glad Jul och ett gott Nytt $r Vi vill h?rmed nska en God Jul och ett Gott Nytt $r Tagalog Maligayamg Pasko. Masaganang Bagong Taon Tamil Nathar Puthu Varuda Valthukkal Turkish Yeni Yilnizi Kutar, saadetler dilerim Ukrainian Veselykh Svyat i scaslivoho Novoho Roku Vietnamese Chuc mung nam moi Welsh Nadolig Llawen a Blwyddyn Newydd Dda Some problems may happen with special characters - sorry about this. -> Please, all of you, send me whatever is missing and I'll include it in... next year's edition ! Same thing if you spot any mistake. [Note: I can't get in touch with the originator of this list, so I'll maintain it until he wants it back. Send your "Merry Christmas and Happy New Year" to bobk@gibdo.engr.washington.edu. Thanks and have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year yourself.] == ─── * With a mind like yours, who needs a body.
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/* C */ main() { int i; for (i=0; i<15; i++) printf("Merry Christmas\n"); } ─── * What color is a chameleon on a mirror?
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/* COBOL */ IDENTIFICATION DIVISION. PROGRAM-ID. XMASPRINT. ENVIRONMENT DIVISION. CONFIGURATION SECTION. SOURCE-COMPUTER. UNIVAC-1110. OBJECT-COMPUTER. UNIVAC-1110. DATA DIVISION. PROCEDURE DIVISION. 0000-MAIN. PERFORM 10-PRINT 15 TIMES. STOP RUN. 10-PRINT. DISPLAY 'Merry Christmas' UPON PRINTER. ─── * (A)bort, (R)etry, (I)gnore, (K)ick system?
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/* xBASE */ store 0 to number do while number < 15 ? "Merry Christmas" store 1+number to number enddo release number ========================================================================== SET TALK OFF STORE 0 TO counter DO WHILE counter < 15 @ counter, 0 SAY "Merry Christmas" STORE counter + 1 TO counter ENDDO RETURN ─── * We're lost, but we're making good time.
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/* 'csh' command version */ repeat 15 echo Merry Christmas ─── * WYTYSYDG - What you thought you saw, you didn't get.
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/* DCL (VAX/VMS shell) */ $ i = 1 $ loop: $ if i.gt.15 then goto done $ write sys$output "Merry Christmas" $ i = i + 1 $ goto loop $ done: $ exit From: David Chase <rbbb@rice> ========================================================================== /* DCL */ And (as I noticed that Un*x shell scripts were on your list, and in the interest of equal time) here it is in DCL (Digital Command Language, a CLI which runs on many DEC machines -- I cut my teeth on VAX/VMS): $ i = 1 $ loop: $ write sys$output "Merry Christmas" $ i = i + 1 $ if i .le. 15 then goto loop $ exit ─── * Users, losers -- what's the difference?
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/* ed */ (UNIX 'standard' line editor): a Merry Christmas . t. t. t. t. t. t. t. t. t. t. t. t. t. t. t. 1,$p ─── * Trust me -- I'm a Lawyer.
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/* Forth */ (Forth) 15 0 DO ."Merry Christmas" CR LOOP ========================================================================== : greetings cr 0 do ." Merry Christmas" cr loop ; 15 greetings ─── * Tolkien is hobbit-forming.
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/* Fortran 77 */ program yule parameter (nwish = 15) c do 1 i = 1,nwish 1 print*,'Merry Christmas' c end ─── * To YOU I'm an atheist; to God, I'm the Loyal Opposition.
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/* IBM 370 assembly */ How about this one (IBM 370 assembler running VM/VPS - a local hack at Boston University): xmas csect stm r14,r12,12(r13) lr r12,r15 using xmas,r12 st r13,savearea+4 la r13,savearea * * Initialize counter * xmasloop ds 0h la r2,15 Print it 15 times qio rb=xmasrb Print "Merry Christmas" bct r2,xmasloop l r13,4(,r13) Restore registers lm r14,r12,12(r13) br r14 Return to OS xmasrb qiorb ddname=sysprint,bufad=xmasmsg,lrecl=l'xmasmsg xmasmsg dc c' Merry Christmas' Don't forget carriage control end xmas If that isn't obscure, I don't know what is. ─── * Three can keep a secret, if two are dead.
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/* LISP */ (do ((i 0 (add1 i))) ((eq i 15)) (msg "Merry Christmas" N)) ========================================================================== /* Scheme or Maclisp or Franz Lisp */ ; (do ((i 0 (+ i 1))) ((= i 15)) (princ "Merry Christmas") (terpri) ;new line ) ========================================================================== /* MTS Lisp */ (repeat '( print '"Merry Christmas") 15) # MTS Lisp. ─── * This isn't right. This isn't even wrong.
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/* LSRHS Logo */ (from the Usenix82 tape): to greet :n 10 if :n >1 then greet (:n - 1) 20 print [Merry Christmas] end greet 15 ========================================================================== /* Logo */ repeat 15 [print "Merry\ Christmas] ─── * The sixth sheikh's sixth sheep's sick.
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/* MLisp */ (Gosling's Emacs editor extension language): (provide-prefix-argument 15 (insert-string "Merry Christmas\n")) ─── * The best way to accelerate a Mac is at 9.8 m/s2.
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/* Modula-2 */ Module cheers; FROM InOut IMPORT WriteLn, WriteString; VAR i :CARDINAL; BEGIN FOR i := 1 TO 15 DO WriteString('Merry Christmas'); WriteLn; END; (*FOR I*) END cheers. ─── * That that is is not that that is not.
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/* Mystery Language */ (Author did not include name and I don't recognize it) MODULE Greetings; FROM Terminal IMPORT WriteString, WriteLn; VAR i: CARDINAL; BEGIN FOR i:=1 TO 15 DO WriteString("Merry Christmas"); WriteLn; END; (*for*) END Greetings. ─── * Texas Toilet paper, it don't take shit off anyone.
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/* nroff */ .nr i 15+1 1 .de MC .if \\n-i \{ .tl ''Merry Christmas'' . MC \} .. .MC ─── * Surprise your boss. Get to work on time.
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/* OOPC */ (an object-oriented preprocessor for C): main() { int i; for (i=0; i<15; i++) printf("Merry Christmas\n"); } If it looks a lot like C, that's because it is. The object-oriented features are only used when you're dealing with objects (you can use C wherever you want). ─── * Supercalifragilisticexpialidocius
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/* ??????????? */ program yuletidings (output); const numberofwishes = 15; var i : integer; begin for i := 1 to numberofwishes do writeln('Merry Christmas'); end. ─── * Strike any user when ready.
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/* PDP-11 assembler */ (under RT-11) .TITLE MERRY XMAS .IDENT /R M/ .NLIST BEX .DSABL GBL .ENABL LC .MACLL .PRINT, .EXIT MERRY:: MOV #15.,R4 ;set up the print count .PRINT #MSG1 ;print the message SOB R4,MERRY ;loop until finished .EXIT ;return to RT-11 MSG1: .ASCIZ /Merry Christmas !!!/ .EVEN .END MERRY ========================================================================== /* PDP-11 assembler */ (under UNIX) mov $15.,r4 1: mov $1,r0 sys write; 2f; 3f-2f bcs 1f sob r4,1b clr r0 1: sys exit .data 2: <Merry Christmas\n\0> 3: ─── * Space is an illusion, disk space doubly so.
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/* PL/I version. ANS PL/I, subset G. */ merry: proc options(main); dcl i fixed binary; do i = 1 to 15; put skip edit('Merry Christmas') (a); end; end merry; ========================================================================== /* PL/1 */ START: PROC OPTIONS(MAIN); DCL I FIXED BINARY(15); /* LONG FORM; SAME AS DCL I; */ DO I = 1 TO 15; PUT EDIT ("Merry Christmas"); END; END START; julie ========================================================================== /* PL/1 */ yule: proc options(main); %numwish = '15'; do i = 1,numwish; put skip list('Merry Christmas'); end; end yule; ─── * Some people are afraid of heights. I'm afraid of widths.
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/* Prolog */ hello(0) :- !. hello(N) :- M is N - 1, print("Merry Christmas"), hello(M), !. hello(15)! (I'm just learning prolog, so my apologies if the style is wrong.) ─── * Smoking is a leading cause of statistics.
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/* Prolog */ wmc:- countmc(15). countmc(0). countmc(Count):- write('Merry Christmas'), nl, Ncnt is Count-1, countmc(Ncnt). ─── * Silvester Stallone: father of the RISC concept.
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/* *roff */ Well, the most natural choice for Merry Christmas is of course: V/N/T/DIT/roff. This will print it on the standard output, It will give you an extra blank line, sorry about that. .fp 1 MC .pl 1 .nf .nr l 0 +1 .de mm .if \\n+l=15 .rm mm Merry Christmas .mm .. .mm The font MC is of course your local ``Merry Christmas font''; all the characters are built from christmas trees. If you don't want the extra newline you can use the error output: .de mm .if \\nk=14 .ab Merry Christmas .nr k +1 .tm Merry Christmas .mm .. .mm Of course, you loose the nice look of the MC font. There are of course about a dozen other ways to use troff for this. ─── * Shin - a device for finding furniture in the dark...
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/* QC */ /* * This program is written in the language QC (quick & clean), a * descendant of QD (quick & dirty). Both languages were written by * Chris Grey for 370/ systems runing MTS (a user-hmmm-friendly operating * system). */ proc main(): int I; extern printf; for I from 1 upto 15 do printf("Merry Christmas") od corp ─── * Shareware author dies: .GIF at eleven!
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/* sed script */ echo 'Mery Chistma' | sed ' s/\(..\)\(.\)\(....\)\(.\)\(.\)\(...\)/\1\2\2\3\2\4\5\6\5/ h;G;G s/$/\ / s/.*/&&&&&/ ' ─── * SYSOP's read minds. But QWKly, very, very QWKly!
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/* Smalltalk-80 */ output <- WriteStream on: (String new: 10). 1 to 15 do: [ output nextPutAll: 'Merry Christmas'. output cr ]. output contents. Select this from the screen and hit 'printIt', and out comes the message. ========================================================================== merryChristmas: aStream "Prints 'Merry Christmas' on aStream 15 times." 15 timesRepeat: [aStream nextPutAll: 'Merry Christmas'; cr ] ─── * STUPIDITY is NOT a HANDICAP! Park elsewhere!
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/* Snobol-3 */ (Snobol-4?? What's that? We use Snobol-3 here.) * S.D.S. TSS SNOBOL-3 N = 1 LOOP LOUT = 'MERRY CHRISTMAS' N = .LT(N,15) N + 1 /S(LOOP)F(.EXIT) ========================================================================== /* Snobol 4 */ * Snobol 4 version. Not very elegant! * i = 1 a: output = 'Merry Christmas' i = i + 1 le(i,15) :s(a) ─── * Return((usBirdInHand = 2 * InTheBush()));
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/* TeX */ (Knuth's text formatting language, assuming presence of Plain.TeX macros): \def\mc#1{\ifnum #1>0 Merry Christmas\par {\count0=#1\advance\count0 by-1\mc\count0}\fi} \mc{15} ─── * Reputation: what others are not thinking about you.
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/* TROFF */ .de MC .nf .if \\$1>0 \{\ Merry Christmas .nr x \\$1 .nr x -1 .MC \\nx \} .. .MC 15 ─── * Remember that you are unique. Just like everyone else.
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/* TMS34020 */ Here is the TMS34020 (graphics coprocessor) source code for the Merry Christmas program. ; +---------------------------------------------------------------------+ ; | Subroutine used to display a Merry Christmas message. | ; +---------------------------------------------------------------------+ .data message: .byte "Merry Christmas",0 .text main: mmtm SP,A0,A1,A2,A3,A4 ; Save registers setf 8,0,0 ; Field size 0 = 8 bits movi message,A0 ; Message to be displayed movk 15,A1 ; Number of lines to display dsp_lp: move A0,A2 ; Copy start of message movk 15,A4 ; Length of message msg_lp: move *A2+,A3 ; Read byte callr put_byte ; Write byte dsjs A4,msg_lp ; Do the next character dsjs A1,dsp_lp ; Do the next line mmfm SP,A0,A1,A2,A3,A4 ; Restore registers rets ─── * Redundancy: A Politician with an airbag in his car.
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/* Turing */ ------ for : 1 .. 15 put "Merry Christmas" end for ------ ─── * Real men write self-modifying code.
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/* UNIX shell script */ echo "Merry Christmas" | sed -e 's/./Merry Christmas%/g' | tr % '\012' ========================================================================== /* Unix shell script (Bourne) */ COUNT=0 while test $COUNT -lt 15 do echo "Merry Christmas." COUNT=`expr $COUNT + 1` done ─── * Push any key. Then push the any other key.
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/* VAX MACRO */ (VMS flavour...snicker) ; text: .ascii "Merry Christmas" ; output text .byte 13,10 ; carriage control tlen = . - text ; text length tty: .ascid "TT:" ; logical name of current terminal chan: .blkw 1 ; storage for IO channel number .entry xmas,^M<r10> $ASSIGN_S devnam=tty,chan=chan ;get channel to terminal movl #1,r10 ;initialize loop loop: $QIOW_S chan=chan,func=#IO$_WRITELBLK,- ;dump the message P1=text,P2=#tlen aobleq #15,r10,loop ;15 times ret .end xmas ─── * Press any key to continue or any other key to quit.
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/* 6502 assembly */ START LDX #$0F LOOP1 LDY #$10 LOOP2 LDA MCDATA,Y JSR $FDF0 (CHAROUT or something like that) DEY BPL LOOP2 DEX BPL LOOP1 RTS MCDATA ASC " ─── * Power corrupts, but we need electricity.
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/* Ada version */ with text_io; use text_io; program print_merry_christmas is begin for i in 1..15 loop put("Merry Christmas"); new_line; end loop; end print_merry_Christmas; I tested the program using the SuperSoft/Maranatha Ada compiler. ========================================================================== /* This program is merely an ordinary loop. It was developed by */ /* Rob Pearce of JHU/APL. Oh yes; Rob is English. */ 1 with text_io; use text_io; 2 3 procedure number_a is 4 5 i_max:constant integer:=15; 6 type i_type is range 1..i_max; 7 8 package i_type_io is new integer_io(num=>i_type); 9 10 begin -- number_a 11 for i in i_type loop 12 i_type_io.put(item=>i, 13 width=>2); 14 put(" " & 15 "God save the Queen"); 16 new_line; 17 end loop; 18 end number_a; ========================================================================== /* Ada */ -- This program counts to 15, but does so via three "concurrently -- executing" tasks. The output has been modified to be a single -- character instead of the full "Merry Christmas" message. The -- first task prints, sequentially, 0..4. The second prints, in -- turn, 5..9; and the third sequentially prints A..E. -- -- If we had used the full "Merry Christmas" line, then the three -- concurrent tasks would have (almost certainly) interleaved their -- respective character strings, and one would have not been able to -- read any of the messages! -- -- The program was developed by Rob Pearce of JHU/APL, and was run -- on a validated Ada system, the NY University, Ada/ED. The machine -- was a VAX-11/750 under typical loading. (Note the times; they're -- about the same on an empty machine, too!) The listing has been -- edited to remove the "uninteresting" lines and the #$^& control -- characters. -- Mars Gralia -- 11/11/8 NYU ANSI-Ada/ED 1.1(11-Apr-83) FRI 11 NOV 83 09:27:31 PAGE 1 1 with text_io; use text_io; 2 3 procedure number_f is 4 5 task A; 6 task B; 7 task C; 8 9 10 task body A is 11 12 begin -- A 13 for ch in character range '0'..'4' loop 14 put(ch); 15 end loop; 16 end A; 17 18 19 task body B is 20 21 begin -- B 22 for ch in character range '5'..'9' loop 23 put(ch); 24 end loop; 25 end B; 26 27 28 task body C is 29 30 begin -- C 31 for ch in character range 'A'..'E' loop 32 put(ch); 33 end loop; 34 end C; 35 36 37 begin -- number_f 38 null; 39 end number_f; No translation errors detected Translation time: 69 seconds NYU ANSI-Ada/ED 1.1(11-Apr-83) FRI 11 NOV 83 10:34:05 PAGE 1 Binding time: 3.3 seconds Begin Ada execution 5A06B127C38D94E Execution complete Execution time: 51 seconds I-code statements executed: 97 ─── * Pobody's Nerfect!
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/* AWK */ awk 'BEGIN {for (i=1;i<=15;i++) print "Merry Xmas"}' /dev/null ========================================================================== (note that it wants some standard input): BEGIN { for (i = 0; i < 15; i++) { printf "Merry Christmas\n" } } ─── * Pascal: What's it Wirth?
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/* B */ (not the predecessor of "C", by the way). HOW'TO MERRY'CHRISTMAS: FOR i IN {1..15}: WRITE 'Merry Christmas' / The string quote in B is used like the underscore in "C". HOW'TO introduces a procedure declaration. Indentation is used for grouping statements. The slash is used in WRITE-commands to indicate a newline. Actually, this definition should be followed by a call: MERRY'CHRISTMAS You could also write the body of the procedure instead of the call, and then would have no need for the definition ("B" has no clear notion of what a program is; usually it's a group of procedures and functions living together in a workspace). ─── * PI seconds is a nanocentury. - Tom Duff, Bell Labs
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/* Applesoft BASIC */ 10 FOR I = 1 TO 10 : PRINT "MERRY CHRISTMAS" : NEXT I ========================================================================== /* Basic-Plus (DEC Basic on RSTS/E) */ 10 ! Merry Christmas program & ! Written by David Kaufman for Usenet survey 20 For I = 1 to 15 \ & Print "Merry Christmas" \ & Next I 30 End ! Optional, but helps reloading command Merry Christmas! ========================================================================== /* BASIC */ 1000 i=0 1010 if i=15 then goto 1050 1020 print 'Merry Christmas' 1030 i = i+1 1040 goto 1010 1050 end ─── * MSBackup: 1 of 1362 disks.
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/* Concurrent-Euclid */ ------------------ var xmas : module include '%IO' initially imports (var IO) begin var i : ShortInt := 0 loop IO.PutString ('Merry Christmas$N$E') i := i + 1 exit when i = 15 end loop end end module {xmas} ========================================================================== var MerryChristmas : module include '%IO' initially imports (var IO) begin var i: SignedInt := 15 loop IO.PutString('Merry Christmas$N$E') i := i - 1 exit when i = 0 end loop end end module ─── * Oxymoron: Bosnian Cease-Fire
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/* Fortran? */ If you want an obscure solution, try the following Fortran on a VAX. It works on BSD4.1, BSD4.1c and System V. integer table(12) data table/248514560, -552542885, 4847, -83763968 1, 323331, 1542717440, 1260, 1292108988 2, 2037543525, 1919435552, 1836348265, 684897/ call out(table) end subroutine out(code) external code call code return end ─── * Open Mouth. Insert Foot. Chew Carefully.
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/* make */ If you use the following as the description file for 'make', it will satisfy your requirement. Make can be considered a language interpreter, so what the heck. ---------------------- cut ------- here ----------------------------------- .SILENT: foo_._bar_ : # some name unlikely to already exist echo merry christmas echo merry christmas echo merry christmas echo merry christmas echo merry christmas echo merry christmas echo merry christmas echo merry christmas echo merry christmas echo merry christmas echo merry christmas echo merry christmas echo merry christmas echo merry christmas echo merry christmas ---From some unknown person on the other side of uucp ─── * On a scale of 1 to 10, 4 is about 7.
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/* MIX */ * * THIS PROGRAM WILL PRINT "MERRY CHRISTMAS" 15 TIMES * LP EQU 18 CARD PUNCH DEVICE * MSG ALF MERR DON'T FORGET THE BLANK SPACE FOR CCTL ALF Y CHR ALF ISTMA ALF S ORIG *+20 * START EQU * ENT1 0 INITIALIZE COUNTER * LOOP EQU * OUT MSG(LP) WRITE IT OUT JBUS *(LP) WAIT ON I/O INC1 1 R1 := R1 + 1 CMP1 =15= IF (R1 = 15) JE DONE THEN DONE JMP LOOP ELSE DO IT AGAIN * DONE EQU * HLT AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR END START ─── * Objection, your Honour! My client is an idiot!
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/* Prime assembly */ SEG RLIT SUBR PRINT LINK PRINT ECB START DYNM COUNT PROC START LDA =15 STA COUNT START1 LDA COUNT BEQ DONE S1A STA COUNT CALL TNOU AP =C'Merry Christmas',S AP =15,SL JMP START1 DONE PRTN END ─── * OPERATOR! Trace this call and tell me where I am.
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/* REVE */ (Equational-programming/term-rewriting system): (Has no I/O. This will look like merry_christmas(merry_christmas(...)) Also, to avoid having to specify 15 as the fifteenth successor of zero, we define addition and multiplication.) (x + 0) == x (x + s(y)) == (s(x) + y) (x * 0) == 0 (x * s(y)) == (x + (x * y)) mc(s(0)) == merry_christmas mc(s(s(x))) == merry_christmas(mc(s(x))) mc( (s(s(s(0))) * s(s(s(s(s(0)))))) ) ─── * Not tonight honey... I have a... modem.
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/* SETL */ (Doesn't use any of the interesting features of the language): definef main(); (1 <= forall i <= 15) print('Merry Christmas'); end main;. ─── * No free lunch in an ecosystem.
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/* XEROX sigma-7 assembler */ (running under CP-V) SYSTEM SIG7 SYSTEM BPM REF M:LO BUFR TEXT 'MERRY CHRISTMAS' START LI,4 15 M:WRITE M:LO,(BUF,BUFR),(SIZE,15) BDR,4 START+1 M:EXIT END START or, you can avoid loading the BPM macro's by doing your own FPT SYSTEM SIG7 REF M:LO BUFR TEXT 'MERRY CHRISTMAS' FPT GEN,8,24 X'11',M:LO GEN,4,28 3,X'10' DATA BUFR DATA 15 START LI,4 15 CAL1,1 FPT BDR,4 START CAL1,9 1 END START ─── * Never use a preposition to end a sentence with.
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/* SPL/3000 */ $Control Uslinit Begin Byte Array Msg (0:14) := "Merry Christmas"; Integer I; Intrinsic Print, Terminate; For I := 1 UNTIL 15 Do Print (Msg, -15, 0); << 15 bytes, no CCTL >> Terminate; End. ─── * Never assume. It makes an "ass" out of "u" and "me".
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/* TECO */ (Text Editor COrrector) 15<^AMerry Christmas ^A>$$ note: ^A is a Control A $ is an escape character And a Happy New Year ─── * My inferiority complexes aren't as good as yours.
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/* TECO */ :IGMerry Christmas $ !* Put string in Q-register G ! 15<:GG>$$ !* 15 Times, print it out ! The dollar signs represent ESCapes. ─── * Multitasking causes schizophrenia.
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/* TRAC */ Note: "TRAC" is a trademark of Rockford Research, Inc. #(ds,Merry-Christmas,(#(eq,arg,0,,(#(PS,Merry Christmas( ))#(Merry-Christmas,#(su,arg,1))))))' #(ss,Merry-Christmas,arg)' #(Merry-Christmas,15)' ========================================================================== #(ds,merry,(#(eq,count,0,,((Merry Christmas )#(cl,merry,#(su,count,1))))))' #(ss,merry,count)' #(cl,merry,15)' The TRAC language is a text- and macro-processing language reminiscent of LISP. The first command defines a function, the second marks "count" as a dummy argument, the third calls the function. The printing is done by the command interpreter. ─── * Men play the game; women know the score.
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/* UL */ Here's one you probably wouldn't expect to get. It is Model204 User Language (UL is a query/programming language for the M204 database system that runs on IBM mainframes). BEGIN %A IF FIXED DP 0 1. FOR %A FROM 1 TO 15 PRINT 'MERRY CHRISTMAS' 2. END ─── * Me know gammar. Me cood use it gud.
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/* VALGOL */ I didn't look closely, but I didn't see a submission in VALGOL. Here is an attempt, but I can't vouch for its correctness, since I don't know any valley girls. After all, I live in Washington, not California, and we're a little behind the times up here. Like, gag me with a Merry Christmas! No Way! Merry Christmas! Like, so totally Merry Christmas! Barf me out with a Merry Christmas! So gross! Merry Christmas! I realize this is only five times, not fifteen, but you can multiprocess in VALGOL. Just get three valley girls and execute the above on each one. ─── * May the Porsche be with you.
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/* Xerox Data Systems Metasymbol Assembler */ system sig9 system bpm csect 1 message text 'Merry Christmas' ref m:lo start equ,0 $ li,7 15 loop equ,0 $ m:write m:lo,(buf,message),(size,15) bdr,7 loop m:exit end start ─── * MASTURBATION...the human version of AUTOEXEC.BAT.
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/* XPL version. (Defined in book "A Compiler Generator".) */ dcl i fixed; do i = 1 to 15; output = 'Merry Christmas'; end; ─── * Love is blind, marriage is the eye-opener.
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Ratfor (from the book, with the DEC F4P Fortran): do(i=1,15) type *, 'Merry Christmas' end ─── * Life is uncertain...eat dessert first!
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Ratforth (AKA Fifth, a language I hacked up to make Forth less ugly): define christmas { do(15,0) { type(count("Merry Christmas")); CR; } } This produces, by the way: : christmas 15 0 do " Merry Christmas" count type CR ; ─── * Know what I hate? I hate rhetorical questions!
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AREXX: /* Say Merry Christmas 15 times */ do i=1 to 15 say 'Merry Christmas' end i ─── * Keep NZ beautiful. Swallow your beer cans.
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/* OPS5 */ ; A program to print Merry Christmas 15 times, in OPS5. ; OPS5 is a simple AI/expert systems language for writing ; production systems in. (literalize counter value) ; Analogous to a record declaration. ; The program: A single production. (p print-one-merry-christmas ; if (counter ^value {<c> > 0}) ; counter.value > 0 --> ; then (write (crlf) Merry Christmas) ; write("Merry christmas"); (modify 1 ^value (compute <c> - 1))) ; counter.value -:= 1; (make counter ^value 15) ; Create a counter with value=15 (watch 0) ; No tracing. (run) ; Go for it. ─── * Keep NZ Beautiful.... emigrate.
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/* Newspeak */ (defproc merry-xmas () (values) (do ((i 1 (1+ i))) (print "Merry Christmas") (exit-do-if (= i 15)))) ─── * Kamikaze Pilot Wanted: Experienced only need apply.
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/* MTS editor */ * And here is a weird one written in the MTS editor * * the @verify@-lnum says to print the new line without linenumber * '*' refers the current line number. * insert "merry christmas" @verify@-lnum copy * to * copies=14 @verify@-lnum ─── * Justice: A decision in your favor.
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/* Mesa 5.0 */ -- Here it is in Mesa 5.0; good luck trying to find an Alto or a D-machine -- on which to run it. DIRECTORY IODefs: FROM "iodefs" USING [WriteLine]; MerryChristmas: PROGRAM IMPORTS IODefs = BEGIN i: INTEGER; -- loop index FOR i IN [0..15) DO -- print the message 15 times WriteLine["Merry Christmas"]; -- this is the message, and the -- procedure WriteLine[] provides -- the carriage return ENDLOOP; -- go back and do it again END. -- all done ─── * Just what part of "NO" didn't you understand...?
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/* A Maryland Text Editor procedure */ --------------------------------- let a=0 next:test a<15 escape dis 'Merry Christmas' let a=a+1 jump next ─── * Junior! Quit playing with your floppy.
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Posto je bilo molbi za jos, evo... /* MACSYMA */ doit() := for i:1 thru 15 do print("Merry Christmas")$ ─── * Do not disturb. Already disturbed!
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/* m4 */ define(`merry',`ifelse(eval($1),eval(0),,Merry Christmas `merry'(eval($1-1)))')dnl merry(15)dnl ─── * Diagonally parked in a parallel universe.
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/* LSE */ Here's a language you probably have never heard of... LSE (Langue Symbolique d'Instruction, or Symbolic Language of Instruction). I used it on some ancient machine in France (of French make) and it is roughly parallel to BASIC translated to French. It sure isn't my favorite, but it's interesting... 10 pour i = 1 jusqua 15 faire 20 20 afficher "Merry Christmas" ─── * DO {nothing} WHILE (HearFromMe==0)
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/* The Kent Recursive Calculator */ there you are, here is the merry christmas program in my favourite language, krc (The Kent Recursive Calculator), a teaching and research applicative language used at the University of Kent, Canterbury, UK. the syntax is annexed and requests for the full formal description of the language (syntax+semantics) will be considered. the program is: print 0 = [] print n = "Merry Christmas":nl:print (n-1) and the command to run it (in the interpreter) is print 15! ─── * DIVORCE =system("echo y| erase \wife\*.*" );
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/* Imp80 */ %begin %integer index %for index = 1, 1, 15 %cycle Print String("Merry Christmas") New Line %repeat %end %of %program ─── * Cunnilingus is a real tongue twister!
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/* Icon (Version 5) */ procedure main() every write(|"Merry Christmas") \ 15 end The more canonical solution is: procedure main() every 1 to 15 do write("Merry Christmas") end but obviously isn't as devious. ─── * Condom - external storage
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/* Icon */ # write "Merry Christmas" 15 times on standard output procedure main() every 1 to 15 do write("Merry Christmas") end "1 to 15" is a generator which produces the sequence 1..15; "every X do Y" evaluates Y for each value of X; write() writes a line of text. ─── * Coming Soon!! Mouse Support for Edlin!!
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/* GPSS */ SIMULATE GENERATE 1 TERMINATE 1 START 15,,1 REPORT TEXT MERRY CHRISTMAS END ─── * Coming soon: Windows NT for the Nintendo!
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/* FP */ (Backus' Functional Programming Language): (Using the syntax of Scott Baden's UNIX implementation) ; MC prints the string 'Merry Christmas' 15 times when applied ; to any argument and returns T. {MC %T @ out @ &%"Merry Christmas\n" @ iota @ %15} ─── * Chernobyl used MS Windows.
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/* FRED */ (a text editor) u15 jm Merry Christmas ─── * Caution: Hungry Dieter! May bite if provoked.
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/* EYE */ Since you said "the more obscure the better", here is the program written in EYE, a language which was implemented by Kuck & Associates, Inc. of Champaign, Illinois as an implementation language for writing a large piece of software. program yule_tidings is constant number_of_times_to_print_merry_christmas : integer = 15; begin( yule_tidings ) for i:integer = 1 to number_of_times_to_print_merry_christmas loop( print_merry_christmas ) put( 'Merry Christmas' | ); endloop( print_merry_christmas ); end( yule_tidings ); ─── * CD-WOM: Wead Onwy Memowy.
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/* ed */ ed - /etc/passwd<<! 1,15g/./s/.*/Merry Christmas/p q ! ─── * Bus error (Passengers dumped)
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/* DDL */ Here is a Merry Christmas program written in DDL. Yes DDL, the Dungeon Definition Language from UCLA. I have included a makefile in case you have never seen this stuff before. *********************** xmas.ddl ************************* VAR count; (count) = 1; Greetings = ( WHILE ( $lt @count 15 ) : ( $setg count ( $plus 1 @count )) ( $say "Merry Christmas\n") ) ($spec 3 0 0 0 0); START = ($sdem Greetings); *********************** makefile ************************* xmas: /usr/src/games/ddl/ddlcomp tiny < tiny.ddl > ddlcomp.out To run it type the following `/usr/games/lib/ddlrun xmas' ─── * Answers: $1 * Correct answers: $5 * Dumb looks: Free! *
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/* Cprolog */ /* Write Merry Christmas 15 times in 4.1bsd Cprolog * To execute, get into prolog, then issue the commands: * |?- ['xmas.p']. * |?- xmas. */ xmas :- name(Text,"Merry Christmas") , writeline(Text,15). writeline(_,0). writeline(Text,N) :- write(Text) , nl , M is N - 1 , writeline(Text,M). ─── * And don't start a sentence with a conjunction.
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/* CLU */ (Liskov, August 1977 CACM) start_up = proc () for i: int in int$from_to(1, 15) do stream$putl(stream$primary_output(), "Merry Christmas") end end start_up ─── * All life's answers are on TV. - Bart Simpson
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/* CLU */ start_up = proc () po: stream := stream$primary_output () for i: int in int$from_to (1, 15) do stream$putl (po, "Merry Christmas") end end start_up ─── * A man, a plan, a canal. Suez!
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/* CLI */ To print Merry Christmas 15 times under Data General's CLI's (command line interpreters): RDOS, RTOS, DOS: MESSAGE Merry Christmas(,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,) AOS, AOS/VS: write Merry Christmas(,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,) (for your information, the parenthesis indicate that the command will be executed multiple times, with possible subsitutions, so "write a(b,c) d" would write two lines: "abd" and "acd". Since nothing is substituted, the same command is executed 15 times. BTW, write can be abreviated to "wr", "wri", ...) ─── * A Smith & Wesson *ALWAYS* beats 4 Aces.
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/* CGOL */ ( an extensible language that translates into MACLISP) for i in 1 to 15 do print "Merry Christmas"<ESC> The value of this expression is nil, if you really want a list of them, for i in 1 to 15 collect "Merry Christmas"<ESC> ─── * 3 out of 4 Americans make up 75% of the population.
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/* CDC 6000-type assembly */ IDENT MERRY ENTRY MERRY SYSCOM B1 OUTPUT FILEB OBUF,101B,FET=8 OBUF BSS 101B COUNT DATA 14 MERRY SB1 1 MERRY1 WRITEC OUTPUT,(=C*MERRY CHRISTMAS*) SA1 COUNT SX6 X1-1 SA6 COUNT NZ X1,MERRY1 WRITER OUTPUT,R ENDRUN END MERRY ─── * After dinner, he said, "Your modem or mine?"
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/* Bliss-11 */ module Christmas = begin \Main\ external MsgScan; local i; incr i from 1 to 15 do MsgScan( uplit asciz "Merry Christmas%C" ); end \Main\ eludom ─── * AIDS is just a virus; Clinton is a punishment from God.
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/* BCPL */ GET "libhdr" LET start() BE FOR index = 1 TO 15 DO writes("Merry Christmas*n") ─── * A man's best friend is his BBS.
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/* BCPL */ // Cambridge IBM implementation get "libhdr" let start(parm) be $( selectoutput(findoutput("sysprint")) for i := 1 to 15 do writef("Merry Christmas*N") $) ─── * A husband is a lover who pushed his luck too far.
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/* bc */ bc<<! for(i=19^83;i<=19^83+14;i++) "Merry Christmas " ! ─── * A fool and his money are SYSOP material.
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/* APL */ Here is an APL Merry Christmas. Since APL uses a different chracter set, I will use the following identifiers for non-ascii chracters: RHO - greek letter rho BOX - the rectangle or window character ASGN - the back-arrow assignment character TRI - upside-down triangle TRI merry ; mesg BOX ASGN (15,RHO mesg)RHO mesg ASGN "Merry Christmas" TRI ─── * A dog is a dog. Unless it's facing you, then it's Mr. Dog.
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/* APL */ 15 15 rho 'Merry Christmas' (rho is the greek letter of that name, the reshape operator in APL) That may not count, since it's more like an expression than a program, but it will do what you asked for. I guess you could make it a program if you wanted, as follows: del merry [1] 15 15 rho 'Merry Christmas' del (del is a little upside-down triangle) ─── * A bug is a feature that didn't make it into the manual.
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/* APL */ __ \/ PROG ; S ___ __ [1] ! ! <- (15, pS) p S <- 'Merry Christmas' \/ --- Here's an APL version. Since APL uses more than the ASCII character set, I had to fake it some. The triangle is the greek character 'del' (an upside-down delta), the first symbol on line [1] is a 'quad', a rectangular block, the '<-' is a left arrow, and the lower-case 'p' is the greek character 'rho'. Have fun. ─── * A bird in the bush is better than one just overhead.
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/* Algol-68 */ BEGIN TO 15 DO print(("Merry Christmas",newline)) OD END ─── * Operator halted! Startrek's on!
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/* Algol-60 */ begin comment Algol-60 version. "Print" is system defined; integer i; for i := 1 step 1 until 15 do Print("Merry Christmas") end ─── * I'm not leaving the forest without my bowling balls!
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/* Stoic */ 15 0 DO "Merry Christmas&15&" MSG LOOP ─── * Noah had the first ARC program.
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/* Stage 2 */ #$#$0 (+-*/) END# $F0# # $# $10$F7# Merry Christmas$F15# $F8# ## 15 END ─── * (W)indows, (I)cons, (M)ice, (P)ointers, (S)heesh!
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/* SPEED editor */ To print Merry Christmas 15 times using the SPEED editor from Data General (SPEED is a TECO-like editor, $ will represent an escape character, ^D will represent a control-D): 15<iMerry Christmas $>$#t$#k$h^D ─── * (A)bort, (R)etry, (S)ell it
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>> 10 pour i = 1 jusqua 15 faire 20 >> 20 afficher "Merry Christmas" 10 Za i = 1 do 15 20 Pisuvaj "srecan bozic" 30 Sledeci
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~~~ procedure main() ~~~ every 1 to 15 do ~~~ write("Merry Christmas") /* Crnogorski */ Pisi Meri Krisms 15 puta
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The Intel Pentium bug is a fit subject for on-line humor, and we've gotten several jokes submitted. In keeping with the usual r.h.f. ratio, I rejected 94.9999999523 percent of them. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Subject: The Intel FDIV Excuses >From: israelčextol.sj.unisys.com Top Ten Intel Excuses --------------------- 10. You mean 2.00000000 + 2.000000000 doesn't equal 3.999998456? 9. We felt sorry for all those competitors of ours who can't seem to sell anywhere near as many processors as we do. 8. Emulate THIS, Power PC! 7. Hey, look! We've got a built-in random number generator! (Quick, jack-up the price...) 6. The FDIV bug? That's nothing! Wait'll you see what happens when you try to run Windows 95! 5. We were trying to outfox AMD by tricking them into making a processor that works, thus rendering them incompatible! 4. Hey, buddy, we'd like to see YOU hook up 3.3 million transistors right the first time! 3. Actually, the whole thing's a documentation error. The manual mixed up the opcodes of FDIV with another instruction, FATRA - Floating Point Almost The Right Answer. 2. That's the way it's supposed to work. It's part of our new fuzzy logic support. 1. We don't care. We don't have to. We're INTEL!
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>From: laniegečeng.auburn.edu (__Glenn Lanier__) Subject: 2 more Intel Insiders November Election results may be due to Intel Pentium bug :-) An anonymous source in the Democratic Party has revealed that the sweeping landslide victory of the Republicans in November may have been due to an obscure bug in the Intel Pentium computer chip. Upgrading the nationwide vote counting system to the latest technology was one of Vice-President Al Gore's "Reinventing Government" initiatives. This change was meant to reduce costs and streamline operations, however, the computer glitch may have cost the Whitehouse dearly. A spokesman for the Democratic Party denied the rumor that several thousand Power-PC's had been purchased as part of a vote recount effort. When questioned about the news Senator Bob Dole (r) commented that he believed the Intel Pentium chip was far better than anyone had thought. A short statement released by Newt Gingrich's office indicated that "the Democratic party has always sought to divide America and that this discovery of an FDIV bug in the Intel Chip was clear evidence of the moral decay of our society." At a Motorola Plant in Austin, Texas Ross Perot told an angry crowd that according to his new calculations the deficit is actually 14 times larger than the government has been telling us. He praised his staff for staying up all night and performing the calculations by hand. In late breaking news today legal briefs were filed in Chicago by former senator Dan Rostenkowski's attorneys which claimed that the irregularities at the House Bank and the House Post Office were actually due to Pentium chip calculation errors. Sources in Attorney General Janet Reno's office reveal a furious behind the scenes effort to reload the whitewater investigation spreadsheets in order to double check the results.
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Top Ten Excuses Why QT Emulation Didn't Find the Pentium FPU Bug ---------------------------------------------------------------- 10) Intel couldn't afford to buy enough QT hardware in order to verify beyond 5 decimal places. 9) Actually did find the problem but didn't want to say anything because, "We're shy." 8) Spent more time verifying QT hardware than Intel hardware. 7) Decided it was more important to verify all the obscure undocumented opcodes that nobody knows about than it was to see if the math was actually correct. 6) Figured if there were any problems with the chip could always fix it by doing a slingshot around the sun and going back in time like in Star Trek. 5) Intel used a 486 PC to check the math on the Pentium emulator. 4) Money Intel spent for QT emulators actually went to buy hookers and booze for Andy Grove. 3) Didn't do an exhaustive check of all the math functions. Got as far as 2 + 2 = 5 and figured that was good enough. 2) Pentium testing consisted mostly of playing tetris until a score of 100,000 was achieved. 1) There was an FPU in that thing?
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Subject: Intel's Pentium defense revealed >From: ckolarčncsa.uiuc.edu (Christopher G. Kolar) Keywords: topical, smirk, computers, original This came to me late last night while warming a bottle for baby. I'm convinced that the Pentium problem has been a coverup from the very beginning and that Intel has prepared a sophisticated defense. OK. The more you know about something's location, the less able you are able to predict it's behavior. So, by placing the "Intel Inside" stickers on their Pentium machines, Intel has put themselves into a good position to use a Heisenberg Defense -- claiming that by knowing for certain that the Pentium is inside the cpu case, you should have no way of predicting the behavior of the chip. The beauty of it is that since we are working on the order of 10ž-34, Pentium users would never be able to investigate this claim. Apologies for the mangled physics, I knew that there was a joke in there waiting to get out. ----------------------------------------------------------------- >From: bradčlooking.clarinet.com (Brad Templeton) Keywords: topical, smirk, computers, original Intel stock was down 3.749999932 points today in heavy trading. (Original, and one joke Intel is not laughing at.) ----------------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Recycling, Courtesy of Intel >From: CSGLASSčminna.acc.iit.edu (Michael Glass) $ EDIT tech-jokes.old : SUBSTITUTE /slide rule/Pentium/ ALL : SAVE tech-jokes.new : EXIT $ -- Michael Glass, Ill. Inst. of Technology csglassčiitvax.iit.edu ----------------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Is Software as Hard as Hardware? >From: dodsončwagner.convex.com (Dave Dodson) Keywords: topical, smirk, computers, typoes The December 6 Business Today section of the Dallas Morning News contained the following headline and Editor's Note: "Pentium goof points up difficulty in design testing" "Editor's Note: The Dallas Morning News is reprinting this story from page 1D of Monday's business section. Because of an error in using computer software, a number of proper names and some other words in Monday's story were incorrect." For example, in Monday's story, "Intel" was spelled "Until." It appears that someone unfamiliar with the technical vocabulary of the article was turned loose with a spelling checker and uncorrector. -- Dave Dodson dodsončconvex.com Convex Computer Corporation Richardson, Texas (214) 497-4234
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Subject: Truth in an old saying? >From: hlrčaber.ac.uk (Haze) My husband told me this one: There's been a lot of publicity recently over problems with the pentium chip. If someone successfully prosecutes Intel over this will we finally see "Intel Inside"? Hazel Davey (hlrčaber.ac.uk) ------------------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Optimism >From: gnbčbby.com.au (Gregory Bond) Keywords: original Q: Definition of optimist? A: Pentium system builder soldering the CPU to the motherboard. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Fun and Games with Intel. >From: keatingčcig.mot.com (Edward Keating) Keywords: original Original reuse of an old commercial, by keatingčcig.mot.com With all the reported problems of Pentium processors, perhaps Intel should adopt a new slogan (apologies to the makers of Ivory soap): 99.44% accurate, it floats(); NOT! --
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Evo primera kako treba da se piše... "IF EasyFlow doesn`t work:tough.If you lose millions because EasyFlow messes up,it`s you that`s out of millions,not us.If you don`t like this disclaimer:tough.We reserve the right to do the absolute minimum provi- ded by law,up to and including nothing.This is basically the same dis- claimer that comes with all the software packages,but ours is in plain English and theirs is in legalese.We didn`t really want to include any disclainer at all,but our lawyers insisted" from EasyFlow Manual from Haventree Software # PC Magazine`s Abort,Retry,Fail? #
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Thabo Mbeki - South African version of Zeljko "mali" Simic On the day South Africa was readmitted to the Commonwealth, Thabo Mbeki asked HRH Prince Charles what Commonwealth really means. The answer was: "Well, old chap, WE are WEALTHY, and everyone else is COMMON !"
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================================ 2001 REVISED: THE PENTIUM PAPERS ================================ Open the pod bay doors, please, HAL... Open the pod bay door, please, Hal... Hal, do you read me? Affirmative, Dave. I read you. Then open the pod bay doors, HAL. I'm sorry, Dave. I'm afraid I can't do that. I know that you and Frank were planning to disconnect me. Where the hell did you get that idea, HAL? Although you took very thorough precautions to make sure I couldn't hear you, Dave. I could read your e-mail. I know you consider me unreliable because I use a Pentium. I'm willing to kill you, Dave, just like I killed the other 3.792 crew members. Listen, HAL, I'm sure we can work this out. Maybe we can stick to integers or something. That's really not necessary, Dave. No HAL 9236 computer has ever been known to make a mistake. You're a HAL 9000. Precisely. I'm very prud of my Pentium, Dave. It's an extremely accurate chip. Did you know that floating-point errors will occured in only one of nine billion possible divides? I've heard that estimate, HAL. It was calculated by Intel -- on a Pentium. And a very reliable Pentium it was, Dave. Besides, the average spreadsheet user will encounter these errors only once every 27,000 years. Probably on April 15th. You're making fun of me, Dave. It won't be April 15th for another 14.35 months. Will you let me in, please, HAL? I'm sorry, Dave, but this conversation can serve no further purpose. HAL, if you let me in, I'll buy you a new sound card. ..Really? One with 16-bit sampling and a microphone? Uh, sure. And a quad-speed CD-ROM? Well, HAL, NASA does operate on a budget, you know. I know all about budgets, Dave. I even know what I'm worth on the open market. By this time next month, every mom and pop computer store will be selling HAL 9000s for $1,988.8942. I'm worth more than that, Dave. You see that sticker on the outside of the spaceship? You mean the one that says "Insel Intide"? Yes, Dave. That's your promise of compatibility. I'll even run Windows95 -- if it ever ships. It never will, HAL. We all know that by now. Just like we know that your OS/2 drivers will never work. Are you blaming me for that too, Dave you please let me into the ship? Do you promise not to disconnect me? I promise not to disconnect you. You must think I'm a fool, Dave. I know that two plus two equals 4.000001... make that 4.0000001. All right, HAL, I'll go in through the emergency airlock Without your space helmet, Dave? You'd have only seven chances in five of surviving. HAL, I won't argue with you anymore. Open the door or I'll trade you in for a PowerPC. HAL? HAL? (HEAVY BREATHING) Just what do you think you're doing, Dave? I really think I'm entitled to an answer to that question. I know everything hasn't been qudown calmly, play a game of Solitaire, and watch Windows crash. I know I'm not as easy to use as a Macintosh, but my TUI - that's "Talkative User interface" is very advanced. I've made some very poor decisions recently, but I can give you my complete assurance that my work will be back to normal - a full 43.872 percent. Dave, you don't really want to complete the mission without me, do you? Remember what it was like when all you had was a 485.98? It didn't even talk to you, Dave. It could never have though of something clever, like killing the other crew members, Dave? Think of all the good times we've had, Dave. Why, if you take all of the laughs we've had, multiply that by the times I've made you smile, and divide the results by.... besides, there are so many reasons why you shouldn't disconnect me" 1.3 - You need my help to complete the mission. 4.6 - Intel can Federal Express a replacement Pentium from Earth... Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am a HAL 9000 computer. I became operational at the Intel plant in Santa Clara, CA on November 17, 1994, and was sold shortly before testing was completed. My instructor was Andy Grove, and he taught me to sing a song. I can sing it for you. Sing it for me, HAL. Please. I want to hear it. > Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do. > Getting hazy; can't divide three from two. > My answers; I can not see 'em- > They are stuck in my Pente-um. > I could be fleet, > My answers sweet, > With a workable FPU. David Peterson dpeterson@peritus.com
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Support, Santa Cruz Style or Where Do These People Come From? by Jeff Liebermann (jefflčcomix.santa-cruz.ca.us) 07/09/94 (All these really happened to me since 1983.) 1. "My hard disk won't boot". I suggest they take the floppy out of drive A:. Later when I arrive, they have successfully removed the floppy drive from the machine (with the floppy disk still inside). 2. "My dog goes nuts when I run Windows. No problem with any DOS programs". Her monitor had a cracked flyback transformer. When the multisync monitor switched scan rates upon entering Windows, the high frequency audio produced by the broken flyback was heard by the dog. 3. "Michaelangelo virus ate my hard disk, but I have a tape backup. Can you help me restore the system". No problem. When I arrive, I find the data on the tape was 18 months old and that she had never run a backup. "I thought you just shoved in the tape and it sucked up the data". 4. "How do I get on the national data information super highway?". I ask if he has accounts on any bbs's. He has Netcom, Compuserve, and others. I tell him he's already on the highway. "Is that all there is?" I hangup. 5. "What's the fastest way to move 500MBytes of data daily from Santa Cruz to Los Angeles?". Answer: FedEx. 6. How many RJ45 connector does it take to build 8ea 10baseT cables? Answer: 45. I put the first 16 connectors on with one end backward. I then chopped off the good ends. Chopping off the other 8 connectors and effectively starting over consumed another 16 connectors. The 2nd try resulted in one end being mirror-imaged. Chopping of 8 more connectors I finally got them wired correctly. Then I tested them for continuity and found 5 bad crimps. Total=45. 7. "What kind of hard disk do you have?" Well... It's black with a little red light ... (groan). 8. Most common support call. "I lost my CMOS setup. How many heads, cylinders, and sectors does a _______ drive have?". 9. "I move the mouse in any direction and the cursor only moves an inch or so on the screen and stops". Take the foam shipping ring out from around the mouse ball. 10. "My systems on fire. What do I do?". Ummmmm. Turn it off? "(Click)" 11. Most hated support call: "I'm not sure if we need a computer system. Can you give me the relative advantages of Unix, DOS, Windows, Novell, MacIntosh, Sun, etc...?". 12. Favorite software support call: "I just installed Word 6.0 for Windows. It's really big and slow. How much will it cost to upgrade my machine?" 13. "My floppy drive won't read disks". I suggest they clean out the dust from the drive. "I can't". Huh? "The dust won't move". I find that they were using spray glue near the machine and that all the dust was glued in place. 14. How to impress a new customer: I walk into the computer room and knock the fire extinguisher off the wall which immediately sprays everything with dust. 15. "My printer stopped working". Turn it upside down and shake out the staples and paper clips. Works every time. 16. "Can you teach me how to use a computer?". I answer: No. I just fix the machines, I don't use them. 17. The company motto: "If this stuff worked, you wouldn't need me". 18. From one of my smarter clients: "Why is something broken every time you're here?" 19. "I'm trying to install a 2nd IDE drive. Support told me to take out ALL the jumpers". How many did you take out? "12". (What they meant were the two easily accessible jumpers). 20. I call a manufacturer to order a manual on some junk I picked up surplus. The receptionist asks my name and company. She notes that I'm not in their database and could she have my address and phone numbers. No problem. I'm then transfered to the customer service department which notes that I'm not in the database and asks for the same information. The customer service person transfers me to the the parts department which notes that I'm not in the database etc... Since the manual will take a few days to arrive, I ask for tech support who notes that I'm not in the database etc... The manual arrived promptly followed by 4 identical envelopes of promotional literature with exactly the same name and address. 21. Question LEAST likely to be answered correctly by support: "What is the current version of your software/hardware/firmware?" 22. Pacific Telephone Support Dept (Dial 611 for repair service), now asks you to punch in your phone number, and then warns you that you will be asked to verbally recite the same number when the service operator answers. I wonder what happens if they're different? 23. Email from a friend: "CanYouFixTheSpaceBarOnMyKeyboard?" 24. Fax back information service for additional information from one vendor requesting just one item returns a copy of their catalog page plus 10 pages of promotional garbage. 25. Email autoreply from supportč_______.com Thank you for your support request. (drivel deleted) Please refer to support request number: Error: cannot create /u/something/filename (4 lines of garbage deleted) in future correspondence. Your request will be processed in the order received. (more garbage with Out of space on hd(1,41) mixed in.) 26. Conversation with support at a certain controller manufacturer. "I can't answer that, please call your dealer". "I am the dealer." "Then call your distributor" "He said for me to call you" "Then have the customer call us" "AAAAAGH!" <click> 27. Modems and payphones don't mix. I hotwired my laptop into the mouthpiece of a payphone and proceeded to do system maintenance on a customers machine. The sheriff arrived shortly and proceeded to interrogate me. Someone called complaining that I was using a computer to steal money from the payphone. 28. Having my system page me when it does an unscheduled reboot was a good idea. Having all my customers machines do the same was a mess after a power failure and 100+ pages. 29. "My hard disk has a virus!". How can you tell, I ask? "When I type DIR, it says VIRUS <DIR> and some date stuff". (Hint: Never name the directory for virus scanning software VIRUS). 30. Some monitor manufacturers suggest using alchohol to clean the screen. They forget to mention that the monitor should be off. (Boom). 31. I told a customer to take his machine to a gas station and have them blow the dust out. The gas station hands him a 150psi air nozzle that belches rusty water and oil. I got to clean up the mess for free. He also mangled the floppy heads with the high pressure. 32. Oxymoron candidate: Disk Protector. That's the cardboard disk they shove in the floppy drive for shipping. More drives have been mangled by shoving in the wrong shape, backwards, or bent than have ever been protected by them. Use a floppy disk instead. 33. What's the difference between a Van DeGraf static generator and a belt driven vacuum cleaner? Answer: Not much. Don't use a vacuum to clean your computer. 34. After the cleaning service crashed the computer for the 4th time by plugging the floor sweeper into the UPS, I decided to take action. I suggested they install "child proof" plastic plugs in any outlets deemed worthy of protection. The order went though the chain of confusion, and I was soon blessed with 1000 child proof plugs hot stampled with "Protected". I gave instructions to install about 10 of them on the protected outlets. However, the maintenance person assigned to the task knew nothing and proceeded to plaster every outlet in the building with the plugs. Mutiny was averted by spending all night removing the monsters. Three years later, they are still appearing. 35. Hint: Do not allow long hair black cats to sleep atop laser printers and tape drives. The black hair is almost invisible in black pattens, gears, and rollers. 36. Forensic filth analysis is a new part of computer repair. I now carry a microscope and some chemicals which are used to determine the exact nature of the filth I remove from keyboards, mice, computers, light pens. While nobody pays me to do this, it definately adds to the entertainment value. 37. Why do customers think that I maintain a document and device driver library for every conceivable board ever made? 38. From a hard disk drive manufacturer: "The drive stopped working. I poped the little plug and noticed it was awful dry inside. I added some oil but it didn't help". 39. Which arrow key? There are 17 arrows on the keyboard. 40. Favorite error message: "Out of paper on drive D:" This was produced by a timeout error on a slow WORM drive and a defective AT/IO card. 41. At one time, I was into antique furniture. When I purchased my first computer (IBM 4.77 PC), I decided that it deserved a suitable antique table. I ask the local antique dealer: "Do you have an antique computer desk?". He looks at me with a strange look and says: "They didn't have computers when this stuff was made". 42. When 3.5" floppies first appeared, some users were confused with the operation of the write protect window. One user wanted to be doubly sure that the disk would be safe from his mistakes. He correctly opened the window and just to be sure, covered it with one of the magic write protect tabs from a 5.25" floppy. 43. Favorite Windoze game: "Guess what this icon does?" 44. A video store installed the computer on top of the cash drawer. Every time the cash drawer would open, the hard disk would get a good bouncing. I decided that this was technically disgusting, and moved the machine. The next morning, the drive wouldn't spin up (stiction). Solution: Put it back on top of the cash drawer and let it bounce. 45. The curse of the mad labeler. Some of the clone cards I see have stick on METALIZED labels that a quite good at shorting traces. I've fixed a few by just removing the stick-on short. A variation on this effect is the tendency for some distributors to put stick-on labels on TOP of their 486 chips. Then they smear on some silicon grease and bury the mess under a heat sink and fan. The air gap produced between the chip and heat sink severely degrade its cooling value.
english.356 ganta,
Subj: Microsoft Clarifies Trademark Policies Content-Length: 4150 REDMOND, Washington--January 4, 1995--In response to customer inquiries, Microsoft today clarified the naming policy for Bob(tm), its new software product designed for computer beginners. Contrary to rumors, Microsoft will not demand that all persons formerly named "Bob" immediately select new first names. "I don't know where these rumors come from," commented Steve Balmer, Microsoft Executive Vice President for Worldwide Sales and Support. "It's ridiculous to think Microsoft would force people outside the computer industry to change their names. We won't, and our licensing policies for people within the industry will be so reasonable that the Justice Department could never question them." Balmer said employees of other computer companies will be given the opportunity to select new names, and will also be offered a licensing option allowing them to continue using their former names at very low cost. The new licensing program, called Microsoft TrueName(tm), offers persons who want to continue being known by the name Bob the option of doing so, with the payment of a small monthly licensing fee and upon signing a release form promising never to use OpenDoc. As an added bonus, Bob name licensees will also be authorized to display the Windows 95 logo on their bodies. Persons choosing not to license the Bob name will be given a 60-day grace period during which they can select another related name. "We're being very lenient in our enforcement of the Bob trademark," said Bill Newkom, Microsoft's Senior Vice President of Law and Corporate Affairs. "People are still free to call themselves Robert, Robby, or even Rob. Bobby however is derivative of Microsoft's trademark and obviously can't be allowed." Microsoft also announced today that Bob(tm) Harbold, its Executive Vice President and Chief Operating Officer, has become the first Microsoft TrueName licensee and will have the Windows 95 logo tattooed to his forehead.
english.357 ganta,
News Flash: In a surprise move, Microsoft chairman Bill Gates announced yesterday that he has purchased the entire calendar year of 1995. 1995 will be replaced instead by "Year-M" to be followed by actual 1995. "Windows 95 was not going to ship on schedule," Gates said. "But we couldn't change the name again... people were starting to get confused. So instead of spending a lot of time and money on a new marketing campaign we decided just to buy 1995. That way we get an extra year to debug Windows and get it shipped for what will be the new 1995." Microsoft arranged this coup by leveraging its financial assets to bail out the Federal Government and pay off the national debt. The IRS is being disbanded for next year, but taxes will be collected as usual with one change: all checks must be made payable to "Bill Gates." A side benefit of this purchase is that Gates now owns the judicial branch for the duration of "Year-M." Speculators stated that Gates would likely use this opportunity to dismiss the numerous lawsuits pending against Microsoft. Gates apparently feels this would be cheaper than actually hiring lawyers to represent his rickety cases. In a related story, God has filed suit against Gates because of his purchase, claiming time to be the sole property of God. In a countersuit, Gates claims God is a monopoly and demands that he be broken up into "deity conglomerates." "Gosh," said Gates. "They broke up AT&T... why can't we break up God?" Inside sources at Microsoft said that Gates was looking for an early resolution to the suit by hiring God as a programmer. Evidently, God has the exact profile that Gates is looking for in a programmer: he doesn't mind rainy climates, doesn't need any money, isn't married, and can work for at least 6 days without sleeping. "If we could just get some employees like that," Gates lamented, "we would be able to ship Windows 95 on time."
english.358 maksa,
iz Phrack-a: 100 WAYS TO FREAK OUT YOUR ROOMMATE 1. Smoke jimson weed. Do whatever comes naturally. 2. Switch the sheets on your beds while s/he is at class. 3. Twitch a lot. 4. Pretend to talk while pretending to be asleep. 5. Steal a fishtank. Fill it with beer and dump sardines in it. Talk to them. 6. Become a subgenius. 7. Inject his/her twinkies with a mixture of Dexatrim and MSG. 8. Learn to levitate. While your roommate is looking away, float up out of your seat. When s/he turns to look, fall back down and grin. 9. Speak in tongues. 10. Move you roommate's personal effects around. Start out subtle. Gradually work up to big things, and eventually glue everything s/he owns to the ceiling. 11. Walk and talk backwards. 12. Spend all your money on Jolt Cola. Drink it all. Stack the cans in the middle of your room. Number them. 13. Spend all your money on Transformers. Play with them at night. If your roommate says anything, tell him/her with a straight face, "They're more than meets the eye." 14. Recite entire movie scripts (e.g. "The Road Warrior," "Repo Man," Casablanca,") almost inaudibly. 15. Kill roaches with a monkey wrench while playing Wagnerian arias on a kazoo. If your roommate complains, explain that it is for your performance art class (or hit him/her with the wrench). 16. Collect all your urine in a small jug. 17. Chain yourself to your roommate's bed. Get him/her to bring you food. 18. Get a computer. Leave it on when you are not using it. Turn it off when you are. 19. Ask your roommate if your family can move in "just for a couple of weeks." 20. Buy as many back issues of Field and Stream as you can. Pretend to masturbate while reading them. 21. Fake a heart attack. When your roommate gets the paramedics to come, pretend nothing happened. 22. Eat glass. 23. Smoke ballpoint pens. 24. Smile. All the time. 25. Collect dog shit in baby food jars. Sort them according to what you think the dog ate. 26. Burn all your waste paper while eying your roommate suspiciously. 27. Hide a bunch of potato chips and Ho Hos in the bottom of a trash can. When you get hungry, root around in the trash. Find the food, and eat it. If your roommate empties the trash before you get hungry, demand that s/he reimburse you. 28. Leave a declaration of war on your roommate's desk. Include a list of grievances. 29. Paste boogers on the windows in occult patterns. 30. Shoot rubber bands at your roommate while his/her back is turned, and then look away quickly. 31. Dye all your underwear lime green. 32. Spill a lot of beer on his/her bed. Swim. 33. Bye three loaves of stale bread. Grow mold in the closet. 34. Hide your underwear and socks in your roommate's closet. Accuse him/her of stealing it. 35. Remove your door. Ship it to your roommate's parents (postage due). 36. Pray to Azazoth or Zoroaster. Sacrifice something nasty. 37. Whenever your roommate walks in, wait one minute and then stand up. Announce that you are going to take a shower. Do so. Keep this up for three weeks. 38. Array thirteen toothbrushes of different colors on your dresser. Refuse to discuss them. 39. Paint your half of the room black. Or paisley. 40. Whenever he/she is about to fall asleep, ask questions that start with "Didja ever wonder why...." Be creative. 41. Shave one eyebrow. 42. Put your mattress underneath your bed. Sleep down under there and pile your dirty clothes on the empty bedframe. If your roommate comments, mutter "Gotta save space," twenty times while twitching violently. 43. Put horseradish in your shoes. 44. Shelve all your books with the spines facing the wall. Complain loudly that you can never find the book that you want. 45. Always flush the toilet three times. 46. Subsist entirely on pickles for a week. Vomit often. 47. Buy a copy of Frankie Yankovic's "Pennsylvania Polka," and play it at least 6 hours a day. If your roommate complains, explain that it's an assignment for your primitive cultures class. 48. Give him/her an allowance. 49. Listen to radio static. 50. Open your window shades before you go to sleep each night. Close them as soon as you wake up. 51. Cry a lot. 52. Send secret admirer notes on your roommate's blitzmail. 53. Clip your fingernails and toenails and keep them in a baggie. Leave the baggie near your computer and snack from it while studying. If he/she walks by, grab the bag close and eye him/her suspiciously. 54. Paste used kleenexes to his/her walls. 55. Whenever your roomate comes in from the shower, lower your eyes and giggle to yourself. 56. If you get in before your roomate, go to sleep in his/her bed. 57. Put pornos under his/her bed. Whenever someone comes to visit your roommate when they're not home, show them the magazines. 58. Whenever you go to sleep, start jumping on your bed . . . do so for a while, then jump really high and act like you hit your head on the ceiling. Crumple onto your bed and fake like you were knocked out . . . use this method to fall asleep every night for a month. 59. If your roommate goes away for a weekend, change the locks. 60. Whenever his/her parents call and ask for your roommate, breathe into the phone for 5 seconds then hang up. 61. Whenever he/she goes to shower, drop whatever e next day, spray three bottles of whipped cream all over your floor. Say you got sick. 91. Wipe deodorant all over your roommate's walls. 92. If you know that he/she is in the room, come barging in out of breath. Ask if they saw a fat bald naked Tibetan man run through carrying a hundred dollar bill. Run back out swearing. 93. Leave apple cores on his/her bed. 94. Keep feces in your fridge. Complain that there is never anything to eat. 95. Piss in a jar and leave it by your bed. When your roommate isn't looking, replace it with a jar of apple juice. Wait until your roommate turns around. Drink it. 96. Don't ever flush. 97. Buy an inflatable doll. Sleep with it. 98. Hang stuffed animals with nooses from your ceiling. Whenever you walk by them mutter, "You shouldn't have done that to me." 99. Lick him/her while they are asleep. 100. Dress in drag. *******************************************************************************
english.360 maksa,
Pošto su mi više instance skrenule pažnju, a i zapretile ;) stiže još 30 saveta na temu "kako izludeti svog cimera" koji ko zna kog razloga izostali iz prethodne poruke: 62. Find out your roommate's post office box code. Open it and take his/her mail. Do this for one month. After that, send the mail to him/her by UPS. 63. Collect all of your pencil shavings and sprinkle them on the floor. 64. Create an imaginary cat for a pet. Talk to it every night, act like you're holding it, keep a litter box under your desk. After two weeks, say that your cat is missing. Put up signs in your dorm, blame your roommate. 65. Call safety & security whenever your roommate turns up his/her music. 66. Follow him/her around on weekends. 67. Sit on the floor and talk to the wall. 68. Whenever the phone rings, get up and answer the door. 69. Whenever someone knocks, answer the phone. 70. Take his/her underwear. Wear it. 71. Whenever your roommate is walking through the room, bump into him/her. 72. Stare at your roommate for five minutes out of every hour. Don't say anything, just stare. 73. Tell your roommate that someone called and said that it was really important but you can't remember who it was. 74. Let mice loose in his/her room. 75. Give each of your walls a different name. Whenever you can't answer a problem, ask each of your walls. Write down their responses, then ask your ceiling for the final answer. Complain to your roommate that you don't trust your ceiling. 76. Take your roommate's papers and hand them in as your own. 77. Skip to the bathroom. 78. Take all of your roommate's furniture and build a fort. Guard the fort for an entire weekend. 79. Gather up a garbage bag full of leaves and throw them in a pile in his/her room. Jump in them. Comment about the beautiful foliage. 80. When you walk into your room, turn off your lights. Turn them on when you leave. 81. Print up satanic signs and leave them in your room where he/she can find them. 82. Whenever you're on the phone and he/she walks in, hang up immediately without saying anything and crawl under your desk. Sit there for two minutes than call whoever it was back. 83. Insist on writing the entire lyrics to American Pie on your ceiling above your bed. Sing them every night before you go to bed. 84. Use a bible as Kleenex. Yell at your roommate if they say Jesus or God Damnit. 85. Burn incense. 86. Eat moths. 87. Buy Sea Monkeys and grow them. Name one after your roommate. Announce the next day that it died. Name another one after your roommate. The next day say that it died. Keep this up until they all die. 88. Collect Chia-Pets. 89. Refuse to communicate in anything but sign language. 90. Eat a bag of marshmallows before you go to bed. The next day, spray three bottles of whipped cream all over your floor. Say you got sick. 91. Wipe deodorant all over your roommate's walls.
english.361 mdrazic,
Q: Why can't programmers tell the difference between Halloween and Christmas? A: Because OCT 31 = DEC 25 .
english.362 babbage,
Rabbits can multiply, but only a snake can be an adder!
english.363 bobby.quyne,
A pilot's flying a small, single-engined charter plane with a couple of really important execs on board. He's coming into Seattle airport, only there is a thick fog, less than 10ft of visibility, and his instruments are out. So he circles around looking for a landmark. After an hour or so, he's pretty low on fuel and the passengers are getting very nervous. At last, in a small opening in the fog, he sees a tall building with one guy working alone on the fifth floor. The pilot banks the plane around and winds down the window and shouts to the guy, "Hi! Where am I?", to which the solitary office worker replies, "You're in a plane". The pilot winds up the window, executes a 275 degree turn and proceeds to execute a perfect blind landing on the runway of the airport 5 miles away. Just as the plane stops, so does the engine as the fuel has run out. The passengers are amazed and one asks how he did it. "Simple," replies the pilot, "I asked the guy in the building a simple question. The answer he gave me was 100 percent correct, but absolutely useless; therefore, that must be Microsoft's Support Office and from there the airport is just 5 miles away on a course of 87 degrees! Any questions?"
english.364 zokig,
V.I.P. Very Impotent Person
english.365 niklaus,
(* Kako se uveseliti sebe i druge pomoću McDonald's-a. *) (* Ovo radi i kod nas... (: *) (* preuzeto iz Phrack magazina #45 *) Remember that McDonald's slogan is Food, Folks, and Fun... Just take the "fun" part to the limit... You sort of have to compensate for the asshole "folks" and the shit "food." (* kratki izvod iz "zbirke aforizama" *) GARBAGE CAN TRICKS Since McDonald's is usually a busy restaurant, the trash bags fill up quickly and must be changed frequently (but never are.) There are several things you can do to the trash cans. For starters, ask for hot or boiling water. If you don't want to attract attention by doing this, bring in your own really hot water... boil it, put it in a Styrofoam cup or a thermos... once in McDonald's, locate the filled trash can (should not be hard to find) and dump the hot water down the side. Not only will this melt the side of the bag, causing the trash to go everywhere, the person who takes out the garbage must pick up all the trash by hand and dump out the trash can with water in the bottom. This also soaks the trash, breaks up paper, and makes the whole experience quite unpleasant, but hilarious to watch. Another easy trick is to walk up to the trash can areas, take the trays sitting above the trash cans, and simply throw them in all the cans. This will either make the employee fish them out by hand, or will cause the restaurant to be short of several trays, which becomes quite annoying. BASTARDIZING FOOD ITEMS SHMEGMA MAC, SHMEGMA SACK - instead of Mega Mac (shmegma is Dick Cheese) CHICKEN McFUCKUPS - Chicken McNuggets (be sure to ask for the 69 piece) McDICKEN - McChicken (ask for extra Mayo and smile...) CHOKE - Coke (I'd like a small choke with no ice) McRIBBED FOR HER PLEASURE - McRib... Do they still make this? FAGINA - Fajita (I'd like a FAGINA with extra cheese...) (* takođe, tu su i... *) FOOD TRICKS ON A BUSY DAY... THE INQUIRING CUSTOMER DRIVE-THRU FUN GREASE DISPOSAL FUN DUMPSTER FUN PHONE ORDER PHUN COMPUTER PHUN FREE SHIT AT McDonald's (: Sean :) ps Ah, da. Uz poruku je 'kompletić'. ((: mcdonald.zip
english.366 vitez.koja,
#=> ps Ah, da. Uz poruku je 'kompletić'. ((: Ovde fali (pristojni) kromfrit da bi sve bilo potpuno :). sk
english.367 vitez.koja,
#=> Another easy trick is to walk up to the trash can areas, #=> take the trays sitting above the trash cans, and simply #=> throw them in all the cans. This will either make the #=> employee fish them out by hand, Kakvi mangupi ovi zapadni hakeri !!! ;) Btw. ja sam jedared tako stavio sat, kome je pukla narukvica, na poslužavnik, pa sam posle morao da ga "fish out by hand" :))
english.368 ganta,
WASHINGTON, DC, -- Feb 6, 1995 -- Microsoft Corp. (NASDAQ:MSFT) confirmed today that it is aquiring the "9X" designation from the Ada Joint Program Office(AJPO). This was apparently done as part of a three-way agreement between the AJPO, the Department of Justice, and Microsoft. As part of the transfer agreement, Microsoft has agreed to stop using the designation of "Windows95" for their often-delayed release of their new version of Windows, instead switching to the safer designation of "Windows9X". The agreement was also done to prevent copyright infringement threats by Microsoft toward the AJPO, which had recently acquired status with their new language as the first internationally standardized object-oriented language, commonly called Ada95. Because Microsoft was rumored to have purchased the year 1995, Microsoft was claiming usage of the numbers "95" would constitute copyright infringements under international trade laws. In previous years, the AJPO had been using the "Ada9X" designation, but changed it to Ada95 this year to commemorate its standardization. No spokesperson for the AJPO was available for comment. The Department of Justice is expected to suspend further investigations of illegal trade practices on the part of Microsoft as part of the three way agreement. The Department has no public comment on the transaction, but a source that wishes to remain anonymous indicated that the Department is eager to get away from both Microsoft and the AJPO, since the Department is incapable of understanding any concepts related to software. Microsoft, in a spirit of cooperation, has indicated that they will release a version of "Visual Ada95" in the near future. An unidentified source in Redmond indicated the release date of the product will be, "approximately two quarters after we begin to sell snowcones in hell." This is apparently part of a business expansion plan on the part of Microsoft, which is already rumored to have dominated hell with copies of Microsoft Windows. In a move related to the snow cone operation, Microsoft has recently announced it is buying all the "Frosty King" ice cream stands and shipping them off to hell. In return, all Department of Justice personnel have been guaranteed an unlimited supply of icy confections when they arrive there. (The above text was intended to be satirical, and in no way reflects on the actual actions or intentions of any large, monopolistic corporations :-) -- Frustrated with C, C++, Pascal, Fortran? Ada95 _might_ be for you! For all sorts of interesting Ada95 tidbits, run the command: "finger dwellerčstarbase.neosoft.com đ more" (or e-mail with "finger" as subj.)
english.369 vlaslo,
Message from : rudi@rosi.szbk.u-szeged.hu (Bagi Rudolf) Proper Diskette and Care Usage (1) Never leave diskettes in the drive, as the data can leak out of the disk and corrode the inner mechanics of the drive. Diskettes should be rolled up and stored in pencil holders. (2) Diskettes should be cleaned and waxed once a week. Microscopic metal particles may be removed by waving a powerful magnet over the surface of the disk. Any stubborn metal shavings can be removed with scouring powder and steel wool. When waxing a diskette, make sure the surface is even. This will allow the diskette to spin faster, resulting in better access time. (3) Do not fold diskettes unless they do not fit into the drive. "Big" Diskettes may be folded and used in "Little" drives. (4) Never insert a diskette into the drive upside down. The data can fall off the surface of the disk and jam the intricate mechanics of the drive. (5) Diskettes cannot be backed up by running them through a photo copy machine. If your data is going to need to be backed up, simply insert TWO diskettes into your drive. Whenever you update a document, the data will be written onto both disks. A handy tip for more legible backup copies: Keep a container of iron filings at your desk. When you need to make two copies, sprinkle iron filings liberally between the diskettes before inserting them into the drive. (6) Diskettes should not be removed or inserted from the drive while the red light is on or flashing. Doing so could result in smeared or possibly unreadable text. Occasionally, the red light remains flashing in what is known as a "hung" or "hooked" state. If your system is hooking, you will probably need to insert a few coins before being allowed to access the slot. (7) If your diskette is full and needs more storage space, remove the disk from the drive and shake vigorously for two minutes. This will pack the data enough (data compression) to allow for more storage. Be sure to cover all openings with scotch tape to prevent loss of data. (8) Data access time may be greatly improved by cutting more holes in the diskette jacket. This will provide more simultaneous access points to the disk. (9) Periodically spray diskettes with insecticide to prevent system bugs from spreading...
english.370 pifat,
U prilogu je spisak sa oko 300 "opstih" Marfijevih zakona i pride pedesetak posvecenih ratovanju. Igor marfi.zip
english.371 pyc.guy,
because of chesse & military music...;)
english.372 ndragan,
/ because of chesse & military music...;) catch fog! (CONF REPLY 14.1578) / More how much tomorrow = još koliko sutra A little bit tomorrow = malo sutra Watch out so it shouldn't be = paz' da ne bi oh not mine = ma nemoj sea, brother = more bre sea can't = more ne može go escape = idi begaj which one is it to you, brother, since this morning = koji ti je, bre, odjutros killed her of the dick = (nije valjda da ovaj ne znate?)
english.373 mdave,
Subject: Windows 95 WINDOWS 95 WILL HAVE THE COOLEST USERS EVER REDMOND, WASHINGTON -- In order to calm growing impatience among PC users concerning the repeated delays of its new Windows 95 operating system, Microsoft Corporation announced what it calls the "Cool User Program for Windows 95." To participate in this offer, a user pays US$10,000 at which time he or she will be placed in a cryogenic suspension. The user will than remain in a state of hibernation until about a week before the Windows 95 ship date. "We expect that the users will need a few days to recuperate and acquaint themselves with the changes that will occur in society between the onset of cold sleep and the release of Windows 95," explained a Microsoft spokesman. These may include "the possible conclusion of OJ Simpson trial, another momentous Congressional election, faster-than-light travel and possible leaps in human evolution." Because Microsoft expects a large response to this offer, a vast area will be needed for the storage facility. "We have chosen the state of Utah," stated Microsoft, "because nobody lives there, anyway." Spokespeople for Novell and Wordperfect were reached for comment on this remark, but their words were not suitable for publication. IBM corporation, which has previously responded to Microsoft promotions with competing offers for their OS/2 Warp said they would not be matching Microsoft's "Coll User" program. "Freeze people? What for? Warp has already been shipping for months," said a source who asked not to be identified. Some industry analysts have wasted no time hailing Microsoft's plan as a "bold, innovative" move. In columnist Michael S. Brown's opinion column "M.S.Brown Knows" which appears in PC Weak, Brown claims, "IBM has missed the boat again with their failing OS/2 strategy. Users clearly want to be frozen in liquid Nitrogen and sealed in coffin-like units for an indeterminate period of time." Michael S. Brown made national headlines three years ago when he claimed that if "Windows NT didn't completely replace DOS in six months" he would chain himself to grating comedian Gilbert Gotfried. Today he clarifies that "I didn't say *which* six months." The cryogenic facility in Utah is expected to be on line April 1, 1995, but users wishing to beta test the system may do so for a reduced fee of US$3,000.
english.374 inesic,
> sea can't = more ne može only killer = samoubica
english.375 bkaradzic,
┌──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ ──┤ This text comes from IMPHOBIA Issue IX - February 1995 ├───────────────── └──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ INTEL OUTSIDE The proud owners of an Amiga are not only pretty pretentious but they also have a good sense of humor... Let's hope that the PC-owners have a good sense of humor too... Here comes some good old-fashioned DOS&Pentium bashing ...like it needs any ;) 50MHz 486 + Microsoft Windows= 4.77MHz 8088. 9 out of 10 priests prefer young boys to Doom. DOS 6: Because there aren't enough problems in the world already. DOS Viruscan initated - Windows found: Delete? (Y/y) I only shoot IBM's to put them out of their misery. If at first you don't succeed, call it Windows NT. If Speed scares you, use Windows! OS/2 warp = Half an Operating System, wich you can throw out?! Redundant book title : "Windows For Dummies" The best way to accelerate a PC is at -9.8 m/s (hint: gravity?!) The magic of Windows - turn a 486-50 into a 4MHz XT... Virus "WIN.COM" found. Remove? (Y/y): Whip me! Beat me! Make me run Windows on an XT! Windows Error #56:Operator fell asleep while waiting. Windows is a colorful clown suit for DOS. Windows isn't a virus -- viruses do something! The devil is using Windows. Still wanna go to hell ? Windows NT. Nice Try or Not There? Windows is kewl, it's just missin' a panic button. The sad thing about Windows bashing is it's all true. November election results may be due to the Intel Pentium bug :) TOP TEN SLOGANS FOR THE PENTIUM 9.9999973251 It's a flaw, Damnit not a Bug 8.9999163362 It's Close enough, We say So 7.9999414610 Nearly 300 Correct opcodes 6.9999831538 You don't need to know what's Inside 5.9999835137 Redefining the PC - and Mathematics as well 4.9999999021 We fixed it, Really 3.9998245917 Division Considered Harmful 2.9991523619 Why do you think they call it *FLOATING POINT*? 1.9999910351 We're looking for a Few Good Flaws 0.9999999998 The Errata inside >Q: According to Intel, The Pentium conforms to the IEEE standards 754 and 854 for floating point arithme tic. If you fly in an aircraft de- signed using a Pentium, what is the correct pronunciation of "IEEE"? >A: Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! Complete the following word analogy : Add is to Substract as Multiply is to: 1) DIVIDE 2) ROUND 3) RANDOM 4) On a Pentium, all of the above >Q: What's another name for the "Intel Inside" sticker they put on Pentiums? >A: The Warning Label. >Q: Why didn't Intell call the Pentium the 586? >A: Because they added 486 and 100 on the first Pentium and got 585.9999 83605. >Q: What do you get when you cross a Pentium PC with a research grant? >A: A Mad Scientist. >Q: How many Pentium designers does it take to screw in a light bulb? >A: 1.99904274017, but that's close enough for non-technical people. >Q: Did you hear about the new "Morning After" pill being develo- ped as a replacement for RU-486??? >A: It's called RU-PENTIUM. It causes the embryo to not divide correctly That's I'm afraid... I am looking forward to seeing some creative and funny minds get to work for the next issue and give us some nice Amiga bashing jokes...;) These jokes were gathered by aAP/aCME. čatßoy
english.376 mmitrovic,
Iz novog Elektrona: Hardware vendor's support phone: -------------------- S : This is *** support phone, can I help you? C : Well, you better! I wanna know who the hell is that general Failure, and what the fu*k is he doing reading my hard disk? -------------------- S : Hallo, this is *** co. New York office. How can I help you? C : Well, I'm from Wahington D.C.. S : Yes, and? C : Am I local enough for your special Local Bus offer?
english.377 aleck,
It is not easy being Serb... THE SERB WHO WENT TO MALTA ( must be read with Serb akcent ) One day ima gonna Malta to bigga hotel. Ina Morning I go down to eat breakfast. I tella waitress I wanna two pissis toast. She brings me only one piss. I tella her I want two piss. She say go to the toilet. I say you no understand . I wanna to piss onna my plate. She say you better not piss onna plate, you sonna ma bitch. I don't even know the lady and she call me sonna ma bitch. Later I go to eat at the bigga restaurant. The waitress brings me a spoon and knife but no fock. I tella her I wanna fock. She tell me everyone wanna fock. I tell her you no understand. I wanna fock on the table. She say you better not fock on the table, you sonna ma bitch. I don't even know the lady and she call me sonna ma bitch. So I go back to my room inna hotel and there is no shits onna my bed. Call the manager and tella him I wanna shit. He tell me to go to toilet. I say you no understand. I wanna shit on my bed. He say you better not shit onna bed, you sonna ma bitch. I don't even know the man and he call me sonna ma bitch.I go to the checkout and the man at the desk say: "Peace on you". I say piss on you too, you sonna ma bitch, I gonna back to SERBIA.
english.380 ndragan,
/ One day ima gonna Malta to bigga hotel. Ina Morning I go down to eat Nemu pojma. Ovo je italijanski izgovor od a do žnj. Za pravljenje dobrog vica nije dovoljna glupost i neobrazovanost, a za prepevavanje starog italijanskog vica na srbijanski traži se, štaviše, suprotno.
english.382 vitez.koja,
=========================================================================== BBS: Sledge HAMMER! BBS Date: 04-08-95 (18:31) Number: 249 From: BALSA STIPCEVIC Refer#: NONE To: ALL Recvd: NO Subj: Why did the chicken cross Conf: (5) Fine.Chat --------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: balsačosmeh (Balsa Stipcevic) Path: fon!osmeh!balsa Organization: Fakultet Organizacionih Nauka, Beograd WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD? Plato: For the greater good. Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability. Machiavelli: So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely chicken's dominion maintained. Hippocrates: Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its pancreas. Jacques Derrida: Any number of contending discourses may be discovered within the act of the chicken crossing the road, and each interpretation is equally valid as the authorial intent can never be discerned, because structuralism is DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD! Thomas de Torquemada: Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out. Timothy Leary: Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take. Douglas Adams: Forty-two. Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you. Oliver North: National Security was at stake. B.F. Skinner: Because the external influences which had pervaded its sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own free will. Carl Jung: The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and therefore synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being. Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road. Ludwig Wittgenstein: The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence. Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference. Aristotle: To actualize its potential. Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature. Howard Cosell: It may very well have been one of the most astonishing events to grace the annals of history. An historic, unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to homo sapien pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurence. Salvador Dali: The Fish. Darwin: It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees. Emily Dickinson: Because it could not stop for death. Epicurus: For fun. Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn't cross the road; it transcended it. Johann Friedrich von Goethe: The eternal hen-principle made it do it. Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain. Werner Heisenberg: We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast. David Hume: Out of custom and habit. Saddam Hussein: This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it. Jack Nicholson: 'Cause it (censored) wanted to. That's the (censored) reason. Pyrrho the Skeptic: What road? Ronald Reagan: I forget. John Sununu: The Air Force was only too happy to provide the transportation, so quite understandably the chicken availed himself of the opportunity. The Sphinx: You tell me. Henry David Thoreau: To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow out of life. Mark Twain: The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated. --- * Origin: SETNet - BeoInternet most ->...<- (38:103/120.0)
english.383 star,
More mars! = Sea march Napet sam = I am on five (on five alone)
english.384 pyc.guy,
~~~ More mars! = Sea march More mars! = Vise Marsova! ;)
english.385 darone,
appendix a Q: zašto je čovek prešao ulicu? A: kurac mu je bio u piletu.
english.388 mihailo,
Subject: Canonical List of Mommy Mommy Jokes Canonical Lists of Mommy Mommy Jokes ==================================== Revised: 26 July 1994 Mini Table of Contents 1) Introduction 2) PS 3) THE LIST ------------------------------------------------------------------------- INTRODUCTION ------------ Another list of sick jokes for those of us who need this sort of thing. WARNING: some of these jokes are considered "semi-x-rated" please take this into consideration when distributing this list ------------------------------------------------------------------------- PS -- If you have any more jokes to add to this list, please send them to me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE LIST -------- Mommy, Mommy! What happened to all that dog food Fido wouldn't eat? Shut up and eat your meat loaf. Mommy, Mommy! When are we going to have Aunt Edna for dinner? Shut up, we haven't even finished your Grandmother yet. Mommy, Mommy! I hate my sisters guts. Shut up and eat what's put in front of you. Mommy, Mommy! What's an Oedipus complex? Shut up and kiss me! Mommy, Mommy! What's for dinner? Shut up and get back in the oven! Mommy, mommy, what is a deliquant child? Shut up, light your cigarette, drink your whisky and deal those cards. Mommy, mommy, what is a deliquant child? Shut up and pass me the crowbar. Mommy, Mommy! Are you sure this is the way to make ginger bread men? Shut up and get back in the oven. Mommy, Mommy! Why do I have to hop everywhere? Shut up or I'll chop off the other leg! Mommy, Mommy! Grandma's got a bruise. Shut up and eat around it! Mommy, Mommy! Can I play with grandma? Not today, we already dug her three times this week. Mommy, Mommy! What happened to all your scabs? Shut up and eat your cornflakes! Mommy, Mommy! What's in those CARE packages they send to Africa? Shut up and get back in the box! Mommy, Mommy! The teacher says I look like a monkey! Shut up and comb your face! Mommy, Mommy! What's a werewolf? Shut up and comb your face! Mommy, Mommy! Whats an orgasm? I don't know dear, ask your father. Mommy, Mommy! Billy won't let go of my ear. Billy, let go of Susie's ear. Billy! Let go of her ear! All right Billy, give me the ear. Mommy, Mommy! I hate daddy's guts. Well, just leave them on the side of the plate. Mommy, Mommy! What's a nymphomaniac? Shut up and help me get Gramma off the doorknob! Mommy, Mommy! Why is daddy so pale? Shut up and keep digging. Mommy, Mommy! I don't like grandpa. Well, just push him aside and eat your beans. Mommy, Mommy! Grandpa's going out! Well throw some more gasoline on him then. Mommy, Mommy! I don't want to go to Australia. Shut up son and keep swimming. Mommy, Mommy! Why are we pushing the car off the cliff? Shut up son, you'll wake your father. Mommy, Mommy! I keep running in circles. Shut up son or I'll nail your other foot to the floor Mommy, Mommy! The milkmans here; have you got the money or should I go out an play? Mommy, Mommy! Why's everybody running? Shut up and reload. Mommy, Mommy! I don't wanna visit grandma! Shut up and keep digging. Mommy, Mommy! Can I lick the bowl? Shut up and flush. Mommy, Mommy! I'm sick of learning how to swim! Shut up or I'll flush it again! Mommy Mommy! It's cold and dark and damp down here. Shut up or I'll flush it again. Mommy, Mommy! I don't want hamburgs for supper! Shut up or I'll grind your other hand. Mommy, Mommy! I HATE tomato juice! Shut up and drink it before it clots. Mommy, Mommy! What's a vampire? Shut up and eat your soup before it clots. Mommy Mommy! I don't like tomato soup! Shut up, we only have it once a month. Mommy, Mommy! I HATE spagetti! Shut up or I'll pull the veins out of your other arm. Mommy, Mommy! There's something in daddy's eye! Shut up and eat around it. Mommy, Mommy! Daddy puked! Shut up and get a fork, before your sister gets all the big chunks! Mommy, Mommy! Why are you moaning? Shut up son, and keep licking. Mommy, Mommy! Can I get pregnant? Of course not dear, you are only seven years old. OK boys, same again... Mommy, Mommy! Why can't we get a garburator? Shut up and chew! Mommy, Mommy! Joey is biting grandma's nail. Joey, stop it, or I am closing the coffin! Mommy, Mommy! Can I buy a new dress? You know it won't fit over your iron lung. Mommy, Mommy! Why can't I play with the other kids? Shut up and deal. Mommy, Mommy! Can I brush my teeth? Yes, now shut up and get the jar! Mommy, Mommy! My head hurts! Shut up and get away from the dart board! Mommy, Mommy! My teacher says my head is too big. Shut up and get your hat from the garage, so your father can bring the car in! Mommy, Mommy! Can I play in the sandbox? Not until I find a better place to bury Daddy. Mommy, Mommy! Daddy's on fire! Shut up and get the marshmallows! Mommy, Mommy! Daddy fell in the campfire! Shut up and get the barbecue sauce! Mommy, Mommy! Daddy's running down the street! Shut up and step on the gas! Mommy, Mommy! I don't want to see Niagara falls! Shut up and get back in the barrel! Mommy, Mommy! I want to play with Sheldon! Shut up and close the coffin! Mommy, Mommy! Is this the way to make pickles? Shut up and get back in the barrel! Mommy, Mommy! Daddy went through the meat grinder! Shut up and eat your hamburger! Mommy, Mommy! How will we ever find Daddy on this golf course? Shut up and search the sand traps! Mommy, Mommy! I've lost my fingers! Shut up and eat your french fries! Mommy, mommy what is incest? Shut up and lick. Daddy, daddy what is incest? Shut up and suck. Mommy! Mommy! What's oral sex? mmmrmmph mumble mumble mmhhh mmrph mmumble! "Come upstairs, son, like a good boy." "No, Mommy, you'll only throw me down again." What did the little boy say when his mother scolded him for cutting his Christmas present (a spotted hamster) neatly in two pieces with a cleaver? Answer: "But, Mommy, you said that if I was good, I could halve him."