[5617] in Central_America
New quotes for Sun Oct 9
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Sun Oct 9 03:27:46 1994
Date: Sun, 9 Oct 1994 03:27:09 -0400
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@charon.MIT.EDU
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hss (Hany Saleeb):
If not logged in, I was geeking until: Sat Oct 8 20:45:38 EDT 1994
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\/ / |\ "In the world you will have tribulation; but be
/ | \ of good cheer, I have overcome the world." John 16
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/ | | \ \/
/ | | \ Consider your birthright, think who you are. You
\/ / | | \ are not meant to live like brutes but to pursue
/ || \ virtue and knowledge. -Dante
/ / \
/________/ \ Life is what happens when you are making
________/__________--/ other plans.
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kdmiller (Kenneth D Miller):
void main(){char b[17];int a=0,c=0,d; /* / for a good time, email: \ */
while(c!=-1){printf("%07x0:",a++);for /* ( kdmiller@athena.mit.edu ) */
(d=0;d<16;d++){c=getchar();b[d]=(c<' ' /* \ (Kenneth D. Miller III) / */
||c>'~')?'.':c;printf( "%s%02x",d&3?"":" ",c&255);}printf(" | %s\n",b);}}
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Last logout: Sun Oct 09 01:05:51 1994
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kristinl (Kristin A Lester):
{from system: This user's .plan file is not world-readable}
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lbt (Bengteck Lim):
{from system: This user's .plan file is a symlink!}
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sorokin (Jessie Stickgold-Sarah):
the becoming
nine inch nails
This is for Jake. :-)
It doesn't mean anything about me; it's for 6.004.
i beat my machine it's a part of me it's inside of me
i'm stuck in this dream it's changing me i am becoming
the me that you know had some second thoughts
he's covered with scabs he is broken and sore
the me that you know doesn't come around much
that part of me isn't here anymore
all pain disappears it's the nature of my circuitry
drows out all i hear there's no escape from this my new consciousness
the me that you know used to have feelings
but the blood has stopped pumping and he's left to decay
the me that you know is now made up of wires
and even when i'm right with you i'm so far away
i can try to get away but i've strapped myself in
i can try to scratch away all the sound in my ears
i can see it killingaway all my bad parts
i don't want to listen but it's all too clear
hiding backwards inside of me i feel so unafraid
annie, hold a little tighter i might just slip away
it won't give up it wants me dead
goddamn this noise inside my head
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