Freebsd Fortunes 6

Turn on, tune in, and take over.
                -- Tim Leary

Turn the other cheek.
                -- Jesus Christ

Turnaucka's Law:
        The attention span of a computer is only as long as its
        electrical cord.

Tussman's Law:
        Nothing is as inevitable as a mistake whose time has come.

TV is chewing gum for the eyes.
                -- Frank Lloyd Wright

'Twas a woman who drove me to drink,
and I never even had the decency to thank her.
                -- R.B. Gossling

"Twas bergen and the eirie road
Did mahwah into patterson:              "Beware the Hopatcong, my son!
All jersey were the ocean groves,       The teeth that bite, the nails
And the red bank bayonne.                       that claw!
                                        Beware the bound brook bird, and shun
He took his belmar blade in hand:       The kearney communipaw."
Long time the folsom foe he sought
Till rested he by a bayway tree         And, as in nutley thought he stood,
And stood a while in thought.           The Hopatcong with eyes of flame,
                                        Came whippany through the englewood,
One, two, one, two, and through         And garfield as it came.
        and through
The belmar blade went hackensack!       "And hast thou slain the Hopatcong?
He left it dead and with it's head      Come to my arms, my perth amboy!
He went weehawken back.                 Hohokus day!  Soho!  Rahway!"
                                        He caldwell in his joy.
Did mahwah into patterson:
All jersey were the ocean groves,
And the red bank bayonne.
                -- Paul Kieffer

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves     And as in uffish thought he stood
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.        The Jabberwock, with eyes aflame
All mimsy were the borogroves           Came whuffling through the tulgey wood
And the mome raths outgrabe.            And burbled as it came!

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!         One! Two! One! Two!
The jaws that bite,                             and through and through
        the claws that catch!           The vorpal blade went snicker-snack.
Beware the Jubjub bird,                 He left it dead, and took its head,
And shun the frumious Bandersnatch!"    And went galumphing back.

He took his vorpal sword in hand        "Hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Long time the manxome foe he sought.    Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
So rested he by the tumtum tree         Oh frabjous day!  Calooh!  Callay!"
And stood awhile in thought.            He chortled in his joy.

                                        'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
                                        Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
                                        All mimsy were the borogroves
                -- Lewis Carroll

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.        "Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
All mimsy were the borogroves           The jaws that bite, the claws
And the mome raths outgrabe.                    that catch!
                                        Beware the Jubjub bird,
He took his vorpal sword in hand        And shun the frumious Bandersnatch!"
Long time the manxome foe he sought.
So rested he by the tumtum tree         And as in uffish thought he stood
And stood awhile in thought.            The Jabberwock, with eyes aflame
                                        Came whuffling through the tulgey wood
One! Two! One! Two!  And through and    And burbled as it came!
        through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack.    "Hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
He left it dead, and took its head,     Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
And went galumphing back.               Oh frabjous day!  Calooh!  Callay!"
                                        He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogroves
And the mome raths outgrabe.
                -- Lewis Carroll, "Jabberwocky"

'Twas bullig, and the slithy brokers
Did buy and gamble in the craze         "Beware the Jabberstock, my son!
All rosy were the Dow Jones stokers     The cost that bites, the worth
By market's wrath unphased.                     that falls!
                                        Beware the Econ'mist's word, and shun
He took his forecast sword in hand:     The spurious Street o' Walls!"
Long time the Boesk'some foe he sought -
Sake's liquidity, so d'vested he,       And as in bearish thought he stood
And stood awhile in thought.            The Jabberstock, with clothes of tweed,
                                        Came waffling with the truth too good,
Chip Black! Chip Blue! And through      And yuppied great with greed!
        and through
The forecast blade went snicker-snack!  "And hast thou slain the Jabberstock?
It bit the dirt, and with its shirt,    Come to my firm,  V.P.ish  boy!
He went rebounding back.                O big bucks day! Moolah! Good Play!"
                                        He bought him a Mercedes Toy.
'Twas panic, and the slithy brokers
Did gyre and tumble in the Crash
All flimsy were the Dow Jones stokers
And mammon's wrath them bash!
                -- Peter Stucki, "Jabberstocky"