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Ask Not for whom the Bell Tolls, and You will Pay only the
Station-to-Station rate.
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Freebsd Fortunes: 502 of 3566 |
Ask not for whom the <CONTROL-G> tolls.
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Freebsd Fortunes: 503 of 3566 |
Ask not for whom the telephone bell tolls ... if thou art in the
bathtub, it tolls for thee.
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Freebsd Fortunes: 504 of 3566 |
Ask your boss to reconsider -- it's so difficult to take "Go to hell"
for an answer.
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Freebsd Fortunes: 505 of 3566 |
"Asked by reporters about his upcoming marriage to a forty-two-year-old
woman, director Roman Polanski told reporters, `The way I look at it,
she's the equivalent of three fourteen-year-olds.'"
-- David Letterman
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Freebsd Fortunes: 506 of 3566 |
Ass, n.:
The masculine of "lass".
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Freebsd Fortunes: 507 of 3566 |
Associate with well-mannered persons and your manners will improve.
Run with decent folk and your own decent instincts will be
strengthened. Keep the company of bums and you will become a bum.
Hang around with rich people and you will end by picking up the check
and dying broke.
-- Stanley Walker
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Freebsd Fortunes: 508 of 3566 |
"At a recent meeting in Snowmass, Colorado, a participant from Los
Angeles fainted from hyperoxygenation, and we had to hold his head
under the exhaust of a bus until he revived."
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Freebsd Fortunes: 509 of 3566 |
At any given moment, an arrow must be either where it is or where it is
not. But obviously it cannot be where it is not. And if it is where
it is, that is equivalent to saying that it is at rest.
-- Zeno's paradox of the moving (still?) arrow
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Freebsd Fortunes: 510 of 3566 |
At first, I just did it on weekends. With a few friends, you know...
We never wanted to hurt anyone. The girls loved it. We'd all sit
around the computer and do a little UNIX. It was just a kick. At
least that's what we thought. Then it got worse.
It got so I'd have to do some UNIX during the weekdays. After a
while, I couldn't even wake up in the morning without having that
crave to go do UNIX. Then it started affecting my job. I would just
have to do it during my break. Maybe a `grep' or two, maybe a little
`more'. I eventually started doing UNIX just to get through the day.
Of course, it screwed up my mind so much that I couldn't even
function as a normal person.
I'm lucky today, I've overcome my UNIX problem. It wasn't easy. If
you're smart, just don't start. Remember, if any weirdo offers you
some UNIX,
Just Say No!
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