[3525] in Central_America
New quotes for Thu Aug 1
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
Thu Aug 1 01:31:37 1991
Date: Thu, 1 Aug 91 01:30:59 EDT
From: root@charon.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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ambar (Jean Marie Diaz):
From: nic@karazm.math.uh.edu (Cherie Lawrence)
Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1991 22:05:05 GMT
The discussion about cats who prefer their water fresh or not and out of
the right or left side of the bowl, etc., brought to mind an ongoing
argument I have with my mother's cat whenever I'm visiting.
Tucker and I get along really well, despite the fact that I'm the *only*
human he's ever met who doesn't always agree that if he wants to do
something, he obviously should do so. Perhaps due to this he holds me
in high regard and wants to do as I do. More likely he feels a feline
need to enlighten me and train me out of my impertinence. Anyway,
Tucker doesn't care where his water comes from as long as it's mine.
Now let me digress for a minute. Tucker was named for his loving
tendency to try to tuck himself under the chin of any convenient human.
This was adorable when he was a fuzzy little waif just brought home from
the local animal shelter, but it's tough (and awfully funny looking) to
fit a full grown cat under your chin.
Back to the story... Generally, when I'm staying at my mother's, I'm on
an all-too-rare vacation, so I'm often found lazing on the couch reading
something I've been wanting to get to for months. Since I live in humid
Houston and her house in Southern California, I always have a glass of
water sitting next to me. Well, when I'm engrossed in a good book, it's
easy for Tucker to quietly insert his entire face into my water glass.
The first time I caught him doing this, I told him not to (and I know he
understands me) and he just smirked and boldly went back to his drink.
So I, having feline housemates of my own, calmly picked up the glass and
upturned it on his head. He did exactly what I expected him to do,
which was to sit indignantly and give me the cat death gaze. I got up,
got myself another glass of water, and ignored his glare completely
while I got back into my book.
Well, much sooner than I expected, he was back in my water glass and
again haughtily disregarding my claim that it was mine. I deposited
another glass of water in his fur, but this time he decided that I
needed less subtle training. Instead of glaring at me, he decided to
immediately let me know just how much he *likes* me. He tucked himself
under my chin. And all over my clothes. And in my hair. He became the
most agressively affectionate cat I've ever seen. In a matter of
minutes he'd managed to return at least half of the water to its
rightful owner.
This stunt got repeated at least daily for about a week, at which point
I knew that I was outclassed. We called a truce, and now I get two
glasses of water. As a concession to the victor, I let him choose his
glass first.
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aras (Sheldon Robinson):
I've never heard her whisper in the dark...
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chiharu (Chiharu Osawa):
Aug 1 10:30 Mr.Nam at my office
Aug 1 18:00 Tech.Japanese Course Dinner
Aug 19-23 Summer Session (Multivariable Control)
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colin (Colin A Wolden):
I'm back from europe. Practice School in a month.
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gamadrid (George A Madrid):
I watched Fast_Times_at_Ridgemont_High last night, and remembered to write it
down this time. Now, being the generous guy that I am, I didn't want to keep
these secrets for just myself, so I decided to post them to CA so that all of
my buddies out there would be able to share in the benefits of these great
words of wisdom. Enjoy.
The Mike Damone Five-Step Plan to Getting What You Want On A Date
1) Never let on just how much you like the girl.
2) You call the shots.
3) Act like wherever you are, that is THE place to be.
(You have to have the attitude, man.)
4) When you go to a restaurant, find out what the girl wants and order for
both of you. (It's very classy.)
5) And most important, when it comes to making out, be sure, if at all
possible, that you put in side one of Led Zeppelin "4".
(Now go get 'em, guys!)
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philo (paul eluard):
{From system: This user's .plan file is not world readable}
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randy (Randall W Winchester):
{From system: This user's .plan file is not world readable}
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starflt (Derrick Kong):
"NOT SO CLUMSY OR RANDOM AS A BLASTER"
The present day Marine sword drill consists of little more than a
salute. However, in GDW's Traveller, the space marines of the
distant future are trained to use their cutlasses in combat.
from Murphy's Rules
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syliao (Stan YiHuang Liao):
According to Webster's Ninth Collegiate Dictionary, `plan' and
`project' are synonyms: `plan' always implies mental formulation and
sometimes graphic representation, whereas `project' often stress
imaginative scope and vision.
Office: 36-888
Phone: x3-1583
Office Hours: Whenever you can't find me in the office.
Home: 282 Massachusetts Avenue, Cambridge, MA 02139
Phone: 225-7595
Immediate Objective: Learn English.
Ultimate Ojbective: Unlearn English.
The immediate objective is a necessary but not sufficient step towards
the ultimate objective. One has to learn something before he can
unlearn it.
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tjwu (Thomas J Wu):
Micro was a real-time operator and dedicated multi-user. His broad-band
protocol made it easy for him to interface with numerous input/output
devices, even if it meant time-sharing.
One evening he arrived home just as the Sun was crashing, and had parked
his Motorola 68040 in the main drive (he had missed the 5100 bus that
morning), when he noticed an elegant piece of liveware admiring the daisy
wheels in his garden. He thought to himself, "She looks user-friendly.
I'll see if she'd like an update tonight."
Mini was her name, and she was delightfully engineered with eyes like
COBOL and a PR1ME mainframe architecture that set Micro's peripherals
networking all over the place.
He browsed over to her casually, admiring the power of her twin, 32-bit
floating point processors and enquired "How are you, Honeywell?" "Yes,
I am well," she responded, batting her optical fibers engagingly and
smoothing her console over her curvilinear functions.
Micro settled for a straight line approximation. "I'm stand-alone
tonight," he said, "How about computing a vector to my base address?
I'll output a byte to eat, and maybe we could get offset later on."
Mini ran a priority process for 2.6 milliseconds then transmitted 8 k,
"I've been dumped myself recently, and a new page is just what I need to
refresh my disks. I'll park my machine cycle in your background and meet
you inside." She walked off, leaving Micro admiring her solenoids and
thinking, "Wow, what a global variable, I wonder if she'd like my
firmware?"
They sat down at the process table to top of form feed of fiche and chips
and a bucket of baudot. Mini was in conversational mode and expanded on
ambiguous arguments while Micro gave the occasional acknowledgements,
although, in reality, he was analyzing the shortest and least critical
path to her entry point. He finally settled on the old
would_you_like_to_see_my_benchmark routine, but Mini was again one step
ahead.
Suddenly she was up and stripping off her parity bits to reveal the full
functionality of her operating system software. "Let's get BASIC, you
RAM," she said. Micro was loaded by this his hardware was in danger of
overflowing its output buffer, a hang-up that Micro had consulted his
analyst about. "Core," was all he could say, as she prepared to log him
off.
Micro soon recovered, however, when Mini went down on the DEC and opened
her divide files to reveal her data set ready. He accessed his fully
packed root device and was just about to start pushing into her CPU
stack, when she attempted an escape sequence.
"No, no!" she cried, "You're not shielded!"
"Reset, Baby," he replied, "I've been debugged."
"But I haven't got my current loop enabled, and I can't support child
processes," she protested.
"Don't run away," he said, "I'll generate an interrupt."
"No, that's too error prone, and I can't abort because of my design
philosophy."
Micro was locked in by this stage, though, and could not be turned off.
But Mini soon stopped his thrashing by introducing a voltage spike into
his main supply, whereupon he fell over with a head crash and went to
sleep.
"Computers!" she thought as she recompiled herself, "All they ever think
of is hex!"
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