I'm so stupid, I signed up and got the Zot.

[hk409]

THIS SITE IS ZOT!

GIMME A BRAKE ALREADY! YOU GUYS MUST BE THE BIGEST MORONS ON THE WORLD! THE BIGEST MORONS NEXT TO THAT SOFTWARE COMPANY I USED TO VISIT SIX YEARS AGO! OY YOY! YOY! YOY! YOY! YOY! YOY! YOY! YOY! EACH TIME I TRYED TO POST SOMETHING NO MATTER HOW SMART! NO MATTER HOW CONSERVATIVE! EVEN IF I BEND OVER BACK AND DO BACK FLIPS AND THEN BEND OVER FOR THAT DUMB LIBERAL WE UNFORTUNATELY ELECTED! EVEN IF SPELL CHECKER ARE WORKING I STILL GET THEN KICKED OFF!! THEN ZOTTED!! WHY? IS IT JUST BECAUSE I WRITE SO BRILLIANT? BOB RUNS THINGS HERE!? OKAY. OKAY. OKAY. OKAY. OKAY. MAEYBE PEEPLE LIKE JJFATE AND NOAH HORSEFLY IS ASKING FOR IT BUT WHAT ABOUT ME!

[Monkey Face]

*sigh*

{pout}

[Monkey Face]

OK...gotta get off here for a while, so I will talk to you all later...

I hope I can get on later today.

:o[

[freedumb2003]

Welcome back to the fold!!!!

After you indicated you were getting behind the wheel, I went back to track down your destination. I am sooo sorry that I couldn't remember or find it in my pings.

So where are you and how was the trip? (don't get me started on the "Mistress of the UT thread).

[Tax-chick]

Hi! Just back from Weight Watchers; I'm only 4.8 lbs. over my goal, even though it's been 3 months since I went to a meeting. It could have been much worse!

In other good news (just had to share this!) my mother e-mailed and said that my Dad may not have Alzheimer's Disease after all. His GP diagnosed it last summer and put him on Aricept, but it hasn't done much good. Now he's had a full neurological workup and blood profile, and the neurologist thinks the symptoms are caused by iron and B-12 deficiency! He's going to get iron supplements and B-12 shots, and they expect improvement in only a few weeks. I'm very excited (even though Mom said not to be, until they see what happens); Dad's only 68!

Thanks for listening!

[NicknamedBob]

Beer Run.

The top of the main trapezoidal tower opens slowly. The crowd stands in hushed expectancy.

Strange sounds emanate as a frothy substance begins to extrude and expand. At first looking like a pastry chef’s hat, the shapeless form continues to expand. Large panel doors four stories high open on the trapezoidal structure to reveal tremendous engines on gimbaled struts. The engines extend outward and deploy.

Overhead, the plastic bubble continues to expand, like a parachute operating in reverse. It reaches up, higher and higher, expanding as it goes. Veins of thread and rope-like material begin to show in the surface texture, apparently lending strength to the material. The expanding balloon seems to be like a dragonfly wing, growing and inflating from a crumpled nothingness to an iridescent beauty in the sunlight.

The engines fire with a muted roar, their exhaust dark and smoky at first, but soon clearing until only the dancing images show the heat of them. A funnel-shape catches and redirects the hot gases back into the structure. Now the balloon begins to inflate steadily, rising into the cool air, as a large yoke assembly scissors away from the trapezoidal shape. The tower tilts over, toppling slowly toward the lake like a felled tree, ending not with a splash, but a gentle slowing.

The empty shell of the tower maintains the integrity of the steel basket which holds the peripatetic castle and floating island. The crowd excitedly surges forward, carrying baskets, coolers, cameras and suitcases. They enter the cavernous ramp doors at the base of the structure and make their way up the metal stairs along the side-walls. Many note the strange Escherian quality of the stairs, which moments before, could have been used at right angles to their current orientation to climb to the top of the tower.

The people take up seats in the now top of the structure, which has taken on the look of a flying shoebox. Row after row of window seats fill as the passengers make themselves comfortable. One late arriving passenger, arms full of maps and charts, comes running up and enters the craft.

The assistant loadmaster makes his final checks, and gives a visual signal to the pilot, also speaking into a walkie-talkie. He then steps onto the ramp door and walks up it as it begins lifting upward to close.

The jets throttle up in pitch as they slowly rotate downward, rippling the surface of the Loch with their exhaust. The balloon inflates again, like a swimmer preparing for a dive. As the huge warehouse sized structure rises ponderously in the air, the signal is given, and mooring ropes are cast off and hauled aboard.

The jet engines are canted slightly outward to sea, and the craft drifts outward and upward. A thousand yards away, it turns gracefully, circling the floating castle island, and then begins moving off purposefully.

The beer run has begun.

[cyborg]

LOL keep it coming

[Do not dub me shapka broham]

Congratulations!

I hope that the original diagnosis turns out to be incorrect and your father is alright.

Will keep him in my thoughts.

-good times, G.J.P.(Jr.)

[Poser]

"The top of the main trapezoidal tower opens slowly. The crowd stands in hushed expectancy.

Strange sounds emanate as a frothy substance begins to extrude and expand. At first looking like a pastry chef’s hat, the shapeless form continues to expand. Large panel doors four stories high open on the trapezoidal structure to reveal tremendous engines on gimbaled struts. The engines extend outward and deploy."

The writing is strangely reminiscent of the view-room in the ancient but venerable computer game, Advent.

[Not A Snowbird]

Ouch! I bet that left a mark!

[King Prout]

*standing ovation*

[NicknamedBob]

"...the ancient but venerable computer game, Advent."

I didn't have anything to do with that, but thanks.

This was a fairly simple cut and paste, with changes, from the account called Moving in the Undead Thread Part One.

[Knitting A Conundrum]

So, where are we going and what are we getting?

[NicknamedBob]

"So, where are we going and what are we getting?"

Going sightseeing over Scotland and Ireland, and fetching some "souvenirs" and some beer.

We can drop you off anywhere you'd like. Catching up with us again will be up to you! Worst case, just head back to the castle floating serenely on Loch Ness.

[sionnsar]

I have a question for the powers that be.
We cheered when the undead thread got it's own link on the home page. How do we get updated? .It really links to the old site at the end of the internet.

[sionnsar]

Eh... we'll see. This thing is an ancient Athlon K7 Slot A 1GHz proc machine. One of the first K7 boards. Memeory is maxed.

geez... that's like my fast machine...

[TASMANIANRED]

I have a question about sites we may or may not post too.
Who do I ask or is there a list that I can access to check.

It is about "trilobyte magazine", which may or may not be a blog..

[Irish_Thatcherite]

You are the next Jules Verne!!

[sionnsar]

As far as I know, I'm the only techie to start a fire at my old workplace. The whole building smelled like an electrical fire

Wish I'd had a camera the day I produced a mushroom cloud over my workbench.

Had a little circuit in a breadboard (one of those plastic boards you plugged the ICs, components and wires into -- this was in '76, when everything was 0.1" through-hole), and as far as I can guess the CMOS analog switch suddenly shorted. The circuit wasn't working, so I started probing. Touched the IC and instantly got a rectangular burn. Suddenly a little blister formed on the top of the IC and smoke jetted out from the pins. Then the blister grew and popped, and I had a 15" mushroom cloud.

[sionnsar]

I don't know of any free Linux-based FTP programs.

Kbear. Isn't working right on my SuSE machine though. Suspect the permissions aren't set right.

[sionnsar]

Hello, 'Face! How was the trip??