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moon, n:
1. A celestial object whose phase is very important to
hackers. See PHASE OF THE MOON. 2. Dave Moon (MOON@MC).
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Moore's Constant:
Everybody sets out to do something, and everybody
does something, but no one does what he sets out to do.
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mophobia, n:
Fear of being verbally abused by a Mississippian.
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More are taken in by hope than by cunning.
-- Vauvenargues
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More people are flattered into virtue than bullied out of vice.
-- R.S. Surtees
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More people died at Chappaquidick than at 3-mile island.
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More people have died in Ted Kennedy's car than in nuclear power plants.
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MORE SPORTS RESULTS:
The Beverly Hills Freudians tied the Chicago Rogerians 0-0 last Saturday
night. The match started with a long period of silence while the Freudians
waited for the Rogerians to free associate and the Rogerians waited for
the Freudians to say something they could paraphrase. The stalemate was
broken when the Freudians' best player took the offensive and interpreted
the Rogerians' silence as reflecting their anal-retentive personalities.
At this the Rogerians' star player said "I hear you saying you think we're
full of ka-ka." This started a fight and the match was called by officials.
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More than any time in history, mankind now faces a crossroads. One path
leads to despair and utter hopelessness, the other to total extinction.
Let us pray that we have the wisdom to choose correctly.
-- Woody Allen, "Side Effects"
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Morris had been down on his luck for months, and, though not a devoutly
religious man, had begun to visit the local synagogue to ask God's help.
One week, out of desperation, he prayed, "God, I've been a good and decent
man all my life. Would it be so terrible if You let me win the lottery
just once?"
The despondent fellow returned week after week. One day, Morris,
nearly hopeless now, prayed, "God, I've never asked You for anything before.
I just want to win one little lottery."
"As he dejectedly rose to leave, God's voice boomed, "Morris, at
least meet Me halfway on this. Buy a ticket!"
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