Freebsd Fortunes 5

"My God!  Are we sure he was a liberal?"
"Pretty sure.  They pulled him from a Volvo."

My God, I'm depressed!  Here I am, a computer with a mind a thousand times
as powerful as yours, doing nothing but cranking out fortunes and sending
mail about softball games.  And I've got this pain right through my ALU.
I've asked for it to be replaced, but nobody ever listens.  I think it
would be better for us both if you were to just log out again.

My, how you've changed since I've changed.

My idea of roughing it is when room service is late.

My idea of roughing it turning the air conditioner too low.

My interest is in the future because I am
going to spend the rest of my life there.

My love, he's mad, and my love, he's fleet,
        And a wild young wood-thing bore him!
The ways are fair to his roaming feet,
        And the skies are sunlit for him.
As sharply sweet to my heart he seems
        As the fragrance of acacia.
My own dear love, he is all my dreams --
        And I wish he were in Asia.
                -- Dorothy Parker, part 2

My love runs by like a day in June,
        And he makes no friends of sorrows.
He'll tread his galloping rigadoon
        In the pathway or the morrows.
He'll live his days where the sunbeams start
        Nor could storm or wind uproot him.
My own dear love, he is all my heart --
        And I wish somebody'd shoot him.
                -- Dorothy Parker, part 3

My method is to take the utmost trouble to find the right
thing to say.  And then say it with the utmost levity.
                -- G.B. Shaw

My mind can never know my body, although
it has become quite friendly with my legs.
                -- Woody Allen, on Epistemology