Monday, August 11, 2003
Just That Way
It's safe to say I woke up well and truely nackered today - must have had a poor nights sleep. I'm still waking up from my nap, so excuse any really fuunny typing that's produced.
In Java again... just working our how to get this darned class working...
Last episode of Buffy tomorrow. It's the sort of thing people should get together and have a party for - kind of a landmark of sorts. 7 years is a good run.
Right, I'm going back to Unix now. Have fun kids.
"4.2 BSD UNIX #57: Sun Jun 1 23:02:07 EDT 1986
You swing at the Sun. You miss. The Sun swings. He hits you with a 575MB disk! You read the 575MB disk. It is written in an alien tongue and cannot be read by your tired Sun-2 eyes. You throw the 575MB disk at the Sun. You hit! The Sun must repair your eyes. The Sun reads a scroll. He hits your 130MB disk! He has defeated the 130MB disk! The Sun reads a scroll. He hits your Ethernet board! He has defeated your Ethernet board! You read a scroll of "postpone until Monday at 9 AM". Everything goes dark... "
~/etc/motd, cbosgd
And, in case you didn't get that...
"A certain monk had a habit of pestering the Grand Tortue (the only one who had ever reached the Enlightenment 'Yond Enlightenment), by asking whether various objects had Buddha-nature or not. To such a question Tortue invariably sat silent. The monk had already asked about a bean, a lake, and a moonlit night. One day he brought to Tortue a piece of string, and asked the same question. In reply, the Grand Tortue grasped the loop between his feet and, with a few simple manipulations, created a complex string which he proferred wordlessly to the monk. At that moment, the monk was enlightened.
From then on, the monk did not bother Tortue. Instead, he made string after string by Tortue's method; and he passed the method on to his own disciples, who passed it on to theirs. "
And, if THAT went over your head...
"A computer lets you make more mistakes faster than any other invention, with the possible exceptions of handguns and Tequilla. "
~ Mitch Ratcliffe
