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Logicians have but ill defined
As rational the human kind.
Logic, they say, belongs to man,
But let them prove it if they can.
-- Oliver Goldsmith
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LOGO for the Dead
LOGO for the Dead lets you continue your computing activities from
"The Other Side."
The package includes a unique telecommunications feature which lets you
turn your TRS-80 into an electronic Ouija board. Then, using Logo's
graphics capabilities, you can work with a friend or relative on this
side of the Great Beyond to write programs. The software requires that
your body be hardwired to an analog-to-digital converter, which is then
interfaced to your computer. A special terminal (very terminal) program
lets you talk with the users through Deadnet, an EBBS (Ectoplasmic
Bulletin Board System).
LOGO for the Dead is available for 10 percent of your estate
from NecroSoft inc., 6502 Charnelhouse Blvd., Cleveland, OH 44101.
-- '80 Microcomputing
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 2316 of 2327 |
Loneliness is a terrible price to pay for independence.
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Lonely is a man without love.
-- Englebert Humperdinck
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Lonely men seek companionship.
Lonely women sit at home and wait. They never meet.
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Lonesome?
Like a change?
Like a new job?
Like excitement?
Like to meet new and interesting people?
JUST SCREW-UP ONE MORE TIME!!!!!!!
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Long ago I proposed that unsuccessful candidates for the Presidency
be quietly hanged, as a matter of public sanitation and decorum.
The sight of their grief must have a very evil effect upon the young.
-- H.L. Mencken, "A Carnival of Buncombe"
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Long computations which yield zero are probably all for naught.
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Long life is in store for you.
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Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and
long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his
pain and his aloneness without regret?
-- Kahlil Gibran, "The Prophet"
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