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Get GUMMed
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The Gurus of Unix Meeting of Minds (GUMM) takes place Wednesday, April 1, 2076
(check THAT in your perpetual calendar program), 14 feet above the ground
directly in front of the Milpitas Gumps. Members will grep each other by the
hand (after intro), yacc a lot, smoke filtered chroots in pipes, chown with
forks, use the wc (unless uuclean), fseek nice zombie processes, strip, and
sleep, but not, we hope, od. Three days will be devoted to discussion of the
ramifications of whodo. Two seconds have been allotted for a complete rundown
of all the user-friendly features of Unix. Seminars include "Everything You
Know is Wrong", led by Tom Kempson, "Batman or Cat:man?" led by Richie Dennis
"cc C? Si! Si!" led by Kerwin Bernighan, and "Document Unix, Are You
Kidding?" led by Jan Yeats. No Reader Service No. is necessary because all
GUGUs (Gurus of Unix Group of Users) already know everything we could tell
them.
-- Dr. Dobb's Journal, June 1984
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1820 of 2182 |
Get in touch with your feelings of hostility against the dying light.
-- Dylan Thomas
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1821 of 2182 |
Getting into trouble is easy.
-- D. Winkel and F. Prosser
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1822 of 2182 |
Getting kicked out of the American Bar Association is liked getting kicked
out of the Book-of-the-Month Club.
-- Melvin Belli on the occasion of his getting kicked out
of the American Bar Association
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Getting the job done is no excuse for not following the rules.
Corollary:
Following the rules will not get the job done.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1824 of 2182 |
Getting there is only half as far as getting there and back.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1825 of 2182 |
Gibson's Springtime Song (to the tune of "Deck the Halls"):
'Tis the season to chase mousies (Fa la la la la, la la la la)
Snatch them from their little housies (...)
First we chase them 'round the field (...)
Then we have them for a meal (...)
Toss them here and catch them there (...)
See them flying through the air (...)
Watch them fly and hear them squeal (...)
Falling mice have great appeal (...)
See the hunter stretched before us (...)
He's chased the mice in field and forest (...)
Watch him clean his long white whiskers (...)
Of the blood of little critters (...)
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1826 of 2182 |
Gilbert's Discovery:
Any attempt to use the new super glues results in the two pieces
sticking to your thumb and index finger rather than to each other.
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Gil-galad was an Elven-King
of him the harpers sadly sing;
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.
His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.
But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.
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Ginger Snap
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