|Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1921 of 2327|
Jane and I got mixed up with a television show -- or as we call it back
east here: TV -- a clever contraction derived from the words Terrible
Vaudeville. However, it is our latest medium -- we call it a medium
because nothing's well done. It was discovered, I suppose you've heard,
by a man named Fulton Berle, and it has already revolutionized social
grace by cutting down parlour conversation to two sentences: "What's on
television?" and "Good night".
-- Goodman Ace, letter to Groucho Marx, in The Groucho
|Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1922 of 2327|
A fictional place where elves, gnomes and economic imperialists
create electronic equipment and computers using black magic. It
is said that in the capital city of Akihabara, the streets are
paved with gold and semiconductor chips grow on low bushes from
which they are harvested by the happy natives.
|Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1923 of 2327|
Jealousy is all the fun you think they have.
|Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1924 of 2327|
It won't work.
|Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1925 of 2327|
Jim, it's Grace at the bank. I checked your Christmas Club account.
You don't have five-hundred dollars. You have fifty. Sorry, computer foul-up!
|Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1926 of 2327|
Jim, it's Jack. I'm at the airport. I'm going to Tokyo and wanna pay
you the five-hundred I owe you. Catch you next year when I get back!
|Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1927 of 2327|
Jim Nasium's Law:
In a large locker room with hundreds of lockers, the few people
using the facility at any one time will all have lockers next to
each other so that everybody is cramped.
|Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1928 of 2327|
Jim, this is Janelle. I'm flying tonight, so I can't make our date, and
I gotta find a safe place for Daffy. He loves you, Jim! It's only two
days, and you'll see. Great Danes are no problem!
|Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1929 of 2327|
Jim, this is Matty down at Ralph's and Mark's. Some guy named Angel
Martin just ran up a fifty buck bar tab. And now he wants to charge it
to you. You gonna pay it?
|Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1930 of 2327|
The excruciating process during which personnel officers
separate the wheat from the chaff -- then hire the chaff.