[3014] in Central_America
New quotes for Mon Dec 17
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
Mon Dec 17 01:34:13 1990
Date: Mon, 17 Dec 90 01:33:39 EST
From: root@charon.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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drlcs (Desmond R Lim):
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dschmidt (Dan Schmidt):
Jesus was way cool.
Everybody liked Jesus.
Everybody wanted to hang out with him.
Anything he wanted to do, he did.
He turned water into wine, and if he wanted to, he could have
turned wheat into marijuana, or sugar into cocaine, or vitamin
pills into amphetamines.
He walked on the water, and swam on the land.
He would tell these stories, and people would listen.
He was really cool.
If you were blind, or lame, you just went to Jesus, and he would
put his hands on you, and you would be healed. That's so cool!
He could have played guitar better than Hendrix. He could have
told the future. He could have baked the most delicious cake
in the world. He could have scored more goals than Wayne Gretzky.
He could have danced better than Baryshnikov. Jesus could have
been funnier than any comedian you could think of.
Jesus was way cool.
He told people to eat his body, and drink his blood. That's so
cool! Jesus was so cool.
But then some people got jealous of how cool he was, so they killed him.
But then he rose from the dead! He rose from the dead, danced around,
and went up to heaven. I mean, that's so cool!
Jesus was way cool.
No wonder there are so many Christians.
"Jesus Was Way Cool"
King Missile
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dspark (David S Park):
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eridahn (Elizabeth I Madden):
Whoa dude!
Wow, what a ride
Ech...hem,
I mean, what are you doing?
Tring to find me? And why, may I ask?
Well, long live dizes, the Knights that sayeth Whee!
and Snow White...
Good luck in trying to reach me....
:-) The Madd Smiler
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jtkohl (John T Kohl):
Resting after a nice day skiing, and then heading out west for x-mas
time.
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kousuke (Kousuke Isomura):
I have no plan. How about going out for dinner with me tonight?
Please call X3-8367 or 625-3759
or send an E-mail to kousuke@orville.mit.edu
I'm waiting for your call.
(finger kousuke@orville will tell you more about my plan )
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legolas (The Elfen One):
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lnp (Lisa N Paradis):
This week:
x Corrections on my 21.690 paper
\ Corrections on my thesis draft
x Attending my sister's graduation on the 15th
x Finish Christmas/Chanaukah shopping
\ Study for 6.046 final
Study for 21.621 final
(only 24 units left this term!!)
\ == in progress
x == done
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Thoughts for the day:
America, how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
- Allen Ginsberg
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lwvanels (Lucien W. Van Elsen):
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The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:
> Whither troff?
And in response, thus spake the Oracle:
} In the faraway land of Bimingham-Bean
} King Horowitz stared at his monitor screen.
} The king he was mad, he was sore, he was vexed.
} He was staring at lines of unformatted text!
} The lines were uneven, unjustified too.
} Where paragraphs started, he hadn't a clue.
} He stared at the screen 'til he though he would break.
} His eyes, how they watered! His back, how it ached!
} Suddenly Horowitz could take it no more!
} He struck at the viewscreen which smashed to the floor!
} "I will no longer stare 'til my eyes start to bleed!
} What I require is some text I can read!
} Send for my scientist," he said to his aide,
} "It is time that he earned all the wealth he is paid!"
} And so the call went through the streets of the town,
} To search for the man, and when he was found,
} The Official Court Scientist of Bimingham-Bean
} Was involved in an act that was rather obscene.
} Not bothered the least by the odd circumstance,
} He turned himself round and he pulled up his pants.
} He was brought by the guards in front of the king.
} And the Scientist said, "You wanted something?"
} King Horowitz Second, of Verdly-on-Shext,
} said, "Yes! I want something to format my text!"
} "Ah," said the scientist, "Text you can read?
} You're in luck, Royal Highness, I have just what you need!
} Allow me a day, to draw up the plans.
} I'll deliver them right to your hot little hands!"
} Next day, in the throne room, the court was assembled.
} An army of morons is what it resembled.
} And in the room's center, the star of the scene,
} The Official Court Scientist of Bimingham-Bean
} Manned a projector, and an 80-inch screen.
} He said "Lords and Ladies, I have a surprise!
} A veritable wonderment! A feast for the eyes!
} Text will be perfect in Bimingham-Bean,
} Thanks to the Paragraph-Burbling Machine!"
} The man flipped a switch, and there on the screen,
} Was the craziest thing that they ever had seen!
} The thing at it's smallest was big as a horse!
} And looked twisted and turned by invisible force!
} He said "it looks odd, but it's no piece of junk!"
} It's the power of 6000 Micronized Monks!
} Input's the end that looks like a candle.
} You enter the text, then you pull this small handle.
} You push the red button, then turn the green dial.
} Then you twiddle your thumbs and you wait for a while.
} The Monks write the output in one of three styles :
} Courier, Helvetica, or output-to-file!"
} The machine was impressive, it had lights, it went beep.
} However, the king was decidedly cheap.
} When told of the price, he became quite distressed,
} And said, "how 'bout something a little bit less?"
} The Scientist said, "How's this for an offer?
} The X107 Grigzapper Runoff-er!
} Although all the text must be entered by hand,
} The output is perfect, it's really quite grand!
} Unformatted text is stuck in this slot,
} You crank on this crank, and what have you got?
} Why, formatted text! Just make sure that you
} Don't get stuck in the slot, or it'll format you, too."
} The king was impressed, was excited indeed,
} But still too expensive for his miserly needs.
} So the Scientist showed him the C107
} Which predicted the text using insight from Heaven,
} Then showed him the Zigula Sentence Compressor,
} The Infinitivator, the New-Line Redressor,
} The Predicate Haggler, the String Farbulator,
} The Vrabiton-Skiddley White Space Demonstrator.
} The models rolled on, getting deeper and deeper,
} And still the king said "Is there anything cheaper?"
} The Scientist paled, and said with a cough,
} "Well, Royal Highness, we've always got troff."
} "Troff? What is that? Does it work? Is it cheap?"
} "That's putting it mildly," and he started to weep,
} "Your Highness, troff-language is really quite bad!
} If you force us to use it, we'll surely go mad!"
} "Piffle!" said Horowitz, "Start right away!
} Teach it to everyone, starting today!"
} And so it was done. The public, confused,
} Was told that troff was all they could use.
} The Scientist was right, they'd all be insane,
} Had not someone noticed the events in Romania.
} The palace was stormed, the king he was shot.
} And soon after that troff was simply forgot.
} The new King, O'Malley, of Sadicum-Smecks,
} Hired the Scientist, who invented LaTeX.
} Thus came troff to the end of its time.
} And thus comes the Oracle to the end of the rhyme.
}
} You owe the Oracle a rhyme for Ceaucescu.
-from rec.humor.funny
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mdtsai (May D Tsai):
finish.
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therese (Suntioinen Therese M.):
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are..
-- Sting
Nothing Like the Sun
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umesh (Umesh Maheshwari):
Home : 550 Memorial Drive, Apt# 16A
Cambridge, MA 02139
Ph. (617)-621-1251
Office: 545 Tech Square, Room#532
Cambridge, MA 02139
Ph. (617)-253-5893
X-mas plans:
May be off to Washington D.C./ Canada
around Dec 23 to 29.
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wchuang (Mithrandir):
A man she thinks he never knew about
She hasn't seen him in thirty years-
The mention of his name doesn't bring on tears
If you ask her if there are any regrets,
She'll tell you no, but she never forgets
It was the kind of love you never recover from
Even though she found another one to take his place
She never will escape the truth
At times like this, when the moon is right
When the air is foggy like it is tonight
She'll think about what might have been
If she had just hung on to him
I know a man who has done it all
He's sailed the oceans, climbed the mountains of Nepal
He lives high upon the avenue,
With a beautful wife, lovely children too-
But there's a woman he still dreams about
Certain things he's learned to live without
If you ask him, are there any regrets
He'll tell you no, but he never forgets
It was the kind of love you never recover from
Even though he found another one to take her place
He never will escape the truth
At times like this, when the moon is right
When the air is foggy like it is tonight
He'll think about what might have been
If he had not let her slip away from him.
I read about a woman who said
she'd never regretted anything she'd ever done
such arrogant words seem to be spoken
by those who then die young.
So here am I, looking at you-
Oh tell me, what are we going to do?
Am I destined to be a regret
Are you that one I'll never forget?
Years from now, will we curse the day
You let me let you walk away
Isn't this too dear a price to pay
For the freedom of going separate ways?
This is the kind of love you never rever from
Don't tell me that I'm going to find another one
to take your place
And try to face the truth
Let me hold you close tonight-
The fog is lifted, the moon is so bright
Think how sweet life could be
If you would stay with me, oh stay with me
This is the kind of love you never rever from
This is the kind of love you never rever from
-Christine Lavin
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