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Skriven 2005-12-04 11:05:42 av Greg Sears (3:633/104)
     Kommentar till en text av George Pope
Ärende: Re: Damned Genie!
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 GP> A white man was walking along the beach one day when he


T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the shop,
The computers were whirring; they never do stop.
The power was on and the temperature right,
In hopes that the input would feed back that night.

The system was ready, the program was coded,
And memory drums had been carefully loaded;
While adding a Christmasy glow to the scene,
The lights on the console, flashed red, white and green.

When out in the hall there arose such a clatter,
The programmer ran to see what was the matter.
Away to the hallway he flew like a flash,
Forgetting his key in his curious dash.
He stood in the hallway and looked all about,
When the door slammed behind him, and he was locked out.

Then, in the computer room what should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer;
And a little old man, who with scarcely a pause,
Chuckled: "My name is Santa...the last name is Claus."

The computer was startled, confused by the name,
Then it buzzed as it heard the old fellow exclaim:
"This is Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen,
And Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen."


> OBX-mas for our Moderator and all-round friend/servant

He introduces his song by saying that his disk jockey friends, of whom he
has none, assure him that in order to make sure a song is popular by
Christmas, he has to start plugging it well in advance... He mentions the
fact that Christmas is a time when each of us gets to reflect upon what we
each most deeply and sincerely believe in: "I refer, of course, to money."
And he bemoans the fact that none of the songs you here reflect the true,
commercial spirit of Christmas. His attempt to fill that need:

          A Christmas Carol

  Christmas time is here, by golly!
  Disapproval would be folly.
  Deck the halls with hunks of holly;
  Fill the cup and don't say "When."

  Kill those turkeys, ducks, and chickens;
  Mix the punch, draaaag out the Dickens.
  Even though the prospect sickens,
  Brother, here we go again!

  On Christmas Day you can't get sore,
  Your fellow man you must adore --
  There's time to rob him all the more
  The other three hundred and sixty-four!

  Relations, sparing no expense'll
  Send some useless old utensil,
  Or a matching pen and pencil,
  Just the thing I need! How nice.

  It doesn't matter how sincere it
  Is, nor how heart-felt the spirit;
  Sentiment will not endear it.
  What's important is THE PRICE!

  Hark! The Herald Tribune sings,
  Advertising wond'rous things.

  God rest ye merry merchants,
  May ye make the Yuletide pay!

  Angels we have heard on high
  Tell us to go out and BUY!

  Sooo, let the raucous sleigh bells jingle.
  Hail our dear old friend Kris Kringle,
  Driving his reindeer across the sky...
  Just don't stand underneath when they fly by!

Pps, Again, happy holidays...


> OBX-mas for Mr. <+]::-) ("Cyberpope")

It was the night before Christmas
  and all through Tec Square,
 Not a computer was stirring,
   even MC had a high "fair share".
The tapes were hung on the machine with care,
  With hopes that DUMPER would find them there.
 When all at once to my surprise,
   My TTY bell rang, and opened my eyes.
I looked on the screen to see,
  Who it was sending to me.
 The header was missing and all that it said,
   Was "[Here is THE GUY IN RED]".
I quickly ran :FINGER just to see,
  Who was on the machine besides me.
 It was then I noticed a job named BATCH,
   That was stuffing my DDT's PATCH/.
To see what this was all about,
  I thought I might :PEEK before I logout.
 But while I was typing away,
   I looked up to see the screen re-display.
All that was left after a bell and flash of light
  Was [BATCH at MIT-M(erry)C(hristmas): Happy Hackin to all...]




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