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--- 392-10 022af 4.3 -----------------------------------------------------
Selected-By: Christopher Pettus <cep@apple.com>
The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:
> help i'm a bug
And in response, thus spake the Oracle:
} <poof> you're a feature!
--- 378-01 01397 4.1 -----------------------------------------------------
Selected-By: Karyanta
The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:
> (cross-posted to rec.guns)
>
> What is the season, out-of-state license fee, and bag limit on ex-wives
> in the state of New Hampshire?
And in response, thus spake the Oracle:
} First, you have to say the magic words.
}
} "Uh, abracadabra?"
}
} No, try again.
}
} "Oh, I know. Please?"
}
} No, but you're getting closer. Try again.
}
} "Great Oracle, please answer the question of this lowly mortal who is
} not worthy to sniff your shoe trees."
}
} Now you got it. I shall answer.
}
} The traditional season is late fall, after the leaves have fallen. The
} lack of foliage makes them easier to spot. License fees are usually
} minimal, and the limit is one ex-wife per day (although mormons are
} allowed up to three).
}
} Let us follow the brave hunter into the forest, to witness this
} exciting sport.
}
} He quietly creeps up to a tree, which looks out on a clearing. He
} positions himself behind the tree, quiets his breathing, and gently
} pulls out the ex-wife call. He blows into it and the sound of
} "alimony! alimony!" echos through the woods. There! What was that? A
} rustling from the bushes a ways down. He sees some sparkles of light
} and figures it may be another hunter, so he holds his fire. But now
} the creature steps out of the cover and he can see that the sparkling
} is the diamonds given to the ungrateful bitch months before by her
} husband. He aims and prepares to fire... but holds, as he sees she is
} not alone. There are large, shambling forms accompanying her -
} lawyers! It is not unexpected for an ex-wife in the wild to be
} surrounded by one or more of these parasites, but it is always a
} surprise to see them. He aims again and fires! Damn, hit a lawyer.
} That's ok though, it's always open season on lawyers and there's no
} limit. But now the others are scattering. BLAM He quickly fires
} again and this time hits the target!
}
} Now that he has killed the ex-wife what will he do with it? Many men
} quickly stuff and mount their kills, but trust me stuffing and mounting
} is much more fun with a live woman.
}
} So there you have it. You should keep in mind, of course, that similar
} fees and limits apply to the hunting of ex-husbands, so be sure to wear
} something bullet proof.
}
} You owe the Oracle 50% of your posessions, unless you remembered to
} draw up a pre-question agreement.
--- 378-08 12089 4.1 -----------------------------------------------------
Selected-By: gt2126b@prism.gatech.edu (PETROSKY,WILLIAM T)
The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:
> Oh wise and noble oracle, king of heaven and earth,
>
> Have you ever been compared to the Ouija board???
And in response, thus spake the Oracle:
} No, but indeed I used to DABBLE in them.
}
} Picture the scene . . .
}
} >several yuppies and their SO's gathered in a stylish SoCal
} living room, loft prominently decorated. A half-empty bottle
} of Martini and Rossi Asti Spumante is in evidence<
}
} Y1: Oh, Mighty Ouija board, will my wife have a baby this year?
}
} The pointer trembles and starts a slow deliberate waltz around
} the board.
}
} BOARD: A-N-T-I-C-H-R-I-S-T
}
} The onlookers sit back stunned.
}
} Y2: Oh, Might Ouija board, will I get married this year?
}
} Again the pointer begins its journey.
}
} BOARD: H-A-H-A-H-A-H-A-G-A-S-P-U-M-P-A-T-T-E-N-D-A-N-T
}
} One yuppette sits back in a huff.
}
} Y3: Oh, Might Ouija board, how will my business trip go?
}
} The pointer again trembles and traces out the letters --
}
} BOARD: M-I-D-N-I-G-H-T-E-X-P-R-E-S-S
}
} It is now Yuppie 4's turn. She regards the board with a
} jaundiced eye, tossing her luxuriant chestnut hair over
} one shoulder provocatively. Her long, nimble fingers lay
} atop the pointer. She is dressed stylishly, and tastefully.
} The lines of a picture-perfect figure are not hidden by her
} slim turtleneck, and were she not sitting on her well-rounded
} derriere, the two male participants would long ago have
} suffered cardiac infarction.
}
} Y4: Oh, Mighty Ouija board (her rich contralto intones) who will
} my next serious relationship be with?
}
} The pointer shakes violently for several moments and begins to
} vibrate back and forth.
}
} BOARD: Z-E-U-S
}
} Then:
}
} BOARD: N-O-O-R-A-C-L-E
}
} Then:
}
} BOARD: I-S-A-I-D-Z-E-U-S
}
} Then:
}
} BOARD: O-R-A-C-L-E-D-A-M-N-I-T
}
} Then:
}
} BOARD:
} Y-O-U-W-O-U-L-D-N-T-E-V-E-N-K-N-O-W-W-H-A-T-T-O-D-O-W-I-T-H-H-E-R
}
} Then:
}
} BOARD: O-H-W-O-U-L-D-N-T-I-R-E-M-E-M-B-E-R-W-H-A-T-L-I-S-A-S-A-I-D
}
} Then:
}
} BOARD:
} L-I-S-A-D-O-E-S-N-T-K-N-O-W-W-H-A-T-S-H-E-S-T-A-L-K-I-N-G-A-B-O-U-T
}
} Then:
}
} BOARD: I-S-A-I-D-S-H-E-S-M-I-N-E-Y-O-U-L-I-T-T-L-E-G-I-T
}
} Then:
}
} BOARD: O-H-Y-E-A-H
}
} Then:
}
} BOARD: Y-E-A-H
}
} Then:
}
} BOARD: O-H-Y-E-A-H
}
} Then:
}
} BOARD: Y-E-A-H
}
} Then:
}
} BOARD: O-H-Y-E-A-H
}
} Upon which point the yuppies all get sick of the bickering and throw
} the board out, where a little girl names Regan who lives down the
} street picks it out of the trash and brings it home. One male yuppie
} does suffer a fatal heart attack upon the brunette woman's rising, and
} the other severe palpitations.
}
} You owe the Oracle the brunette's phone number. >Shut up, Zeus.<
--- 394-09 212ce 4.1 -----------------------------------------------------
Selected-By: mzintl@plasma.ps.uci.edu (Michael Zintl)
The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:
> Oh really swell Oracle, could you
> please tell me
> What's this crap?
> What?
> This is awful! We'll never get a
> good answer! "Really swell"
> indeed.
> Dear Oracularities Letters,
> I never thought your letters were
> real until
> Oh, please! Why not just post it
> to alt.sex?!
> Shut up! This is my question -- let
> me ask it the way I want!!
>
> Oh really swell Oracle, could you
> please tell me what... shut up! please flame my ass off the net.
> Wassamatter? Think you'll get a
> kinder, Gentler Oracle?
> Shut up. I'll take my chances.
>
> Oh mighty Oracle, please tell me...
> uh, please tell me...
> Oh, perfect. You don't even have
> a question. We'll be flamed for
> sure!
> Shut UP! I do have a question!
> Nyah, nyah, poor dumby can't
> think of his own question!
> Ok, how about this:
> can you please tell me what's best to
> do for multiple personality disorder?
> What?! No! -- ha, ha Mr.
> Oracle... just a little joke!
> (He's been under stress)
> No joke, sir. He's been on my case -- NO! SHUT UP!
> ever since finals, and I'm at my tra la LAAAA! AmerrriCAAA! the
> wit's end. Please help me beaUUUtiful! No, that's not
> our real question! Really,
> it's how much wood
And in response, thus spake the Oracle:
} Oh no, not another one of those ... These letters always bring out
} the -
}
} RRRRIIIIP __/
} __________/
} ___________________/ Evil twin?
} Yes... sigh /
} I thought I'd seen the last of |
} you... | Not hardly, pal. And this time
} | it's even better for me, 'cause
} | I brought along my equally evil
} gasp | clone!
} |\ RRRRIIIIIP
} | \_______
} What the... | \________
} | Hi Bro! \ Kinda reminds
} | | you of Alien
} | | doesn't it?
} Oh yeah? Well two, er, three | |
} can play at that little game! /| Hey, he can't |
} _________/ | do that! |
} ________/ | | Yeah, you
} / RRRRRIIIIP | | can't do that!
} Just watch! | | |
} | Will you guys | |
} | PLEASE stop | |
} | bickering? | Look, its double |
} | | the geek quotient!| Heh heh
} | Oh really? Take | |
} | THIS! >---->* | |
} | >---->*\ Hey, stop that! |
} | >---->*\ I mean it! |
} | >---->*\ Ow! | INCOMING!
} Having space | | |
} compression | | |
} problems? | | |
} (tee-hee) | | |
} | Man, talk about multiple | |
} | personality questions! | I don't |
} | | like this |
} | | game any |
} | | more... | What?! You're
} | | | not turning
} | | | yella on me?!
} | Gad, this is confusing. | |
} | | Don't talk |
} | | to me like |
} | | that, you |
} | | twit! |
} Get rid of | | | snarl
} him, get rid | | |
} of him! | Don't tell me what to | |
} | do, Mr. Boss Man! Mr. | |
} | Hulk Hogan! I don't like | |
} | this game either! Nyah! | You too? |
} Uh-oh | | | Uh-oh
} | Hey, #3, I have an idea...| What? |
} | (whisper... | ...whisper) |
} | (whisper... | ...whisper) |
} | You like the idea? | Go for it! |
} | | |
} | >---->* | *<----< |
} What are you | >---->* | *<----< |
} doing? | >---->*|*<----< | Yeah, what are
} | >---->*<----< | you doing?
} | * KABOOM * |
} | |
} | Ah, MUCH better. And now for Operation |
} | LAMAZE! |
} Thanks a lot, | | Benedict
} Traitor! | | Arnold!
} |<<< PUSH! >>>|
} __/<<< UNH! >>>\__ STOP THAT!
} PLEASE?___/<<< BREATHE! >>>\___ AUGH!
} ____/<<< ALMOST THERE! >>>\__
} /<<< >>\gasp
} /<<< \
}
} Ah, much better. Thanks for your question, and if you ever ask it
} again I take no responsibility for what happens.
}
} You owe the Oracle Calvin's Transmogrifier/Duplicator.
--- 379-08 003a2 3.9 -----------------------------------------------------
Selected-By: John.McCartney@ebay.sun.com ( The Lion of Symmetry )
The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:
> Will I have a girlfriend anytime soon, and will she be someone I know?
> If not, what will she be like?
And in response, thus spake the Oracle:
} [Tons of confetti, balloons and fanfare music appear in the background]
}
} CONGRATULATIONS! You are the ONE MILLIONTH sentient being to ask the
} Oracle this question! You've won an instant trip to
} iuvax.cs.indiana.edu!
}
} [The Oracle gestures, and the dazed supplicant appears.]
}
} Supplicant:
} WOW! Thanks, Oracle, but what about my question?
}
} Oracle:
} That's the best part! You've also won ONE HOUR -- yes, one FULL hour
} alone with Lisa in a locked room!
}
} -- [The spotlights focus on a steel door, which opens to reveal Lisa
} dressed in a see through leopard-skin teddy, carrying a whip.]
}
} Supplicant:
} Uh...
}
} Oracle:
} Congratulations, you lucky mortal! In ya go!
}
} Supplicant:
} Hey, WAIT a minute! [WHIP!] OW! Stop that! I didn't -- HELP!
} SOMEBODY!
}
} Oracle:
} We'll be back in an hour to check on his progress. Meanwhile, the
} 999,998th person to ask "What's going to be on the CS midterm?" is
} calling in now...
--- 386-09 00886 3.9 -----------------------------------------------------
Selected-By: "Klone (aka Daniel V. Klein) " <dvk@SEI.CMU.EDU>
The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:
> Oh most awesome Oracle,
>
> What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
> What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
> What shall we do with a drunked sailor,
> Early in the morning?
And in response, thus spake the Oracle:
} Keep him away from the oil tanker,
} Don't let him near the oil tanker
} Don't let him steer the oil tanker
} Early in the morning!
}
} You owe the Oracle a can of salmon that doesn't taste like crude oil.
--- 376-03 00955 3.8 -----------------------------------------------------
Selected-By: Otis 'Hammersmith' Viles <4164@alma.edu>
The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:
> I accidentally deleted a Most Important Project from the disk, and I
> don't have a backup. My boss is expecting a (now deleted) project
> soon. What should I do?
And in response, thus spake the Oracle:
} First, clear your mind of the illusion that it was you who deleted the
} project. It was Dharma. He deleted the project as a test to see whether
} you are ready to undertake your destiny.
}
} When your boss next asks you when the project will be completed, tell
} him or her, "It is complete."
}
} BOSS: "Oh? When did you finish it?"
}
} YOU: "It is not yet finished."
}
} BOSS: "Well, when can you get it to me?"
}
} YOU: "You already have it."
}
} BOSS: "I do? Where is it?"
}
} YOU: "It is inside you."
}
} BOSS: "What?"
}
} YOU: "The report is a part of you, and of me. We are a part of the
} Universal All. When we are finished, All shall be finished."
}
} BOSS: "The Universal All?"
}
} YOU: "The beginning is the end. Hesitate. Be lost. Consider the lotus."
}
} BOSS: "Lotus..."
}
} YOU: "Om."
}
} BOSS: "Om."
}
} If you get the conversation to this stage, Dharma will be very
} satisfied with you. As you can tell, it is your destiny to get
} your butt canned in the near future.
}
} You owe the Oracle a backup of your latest project.
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