Breck Carter
Last modified: December 20, 1996
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The fRiDaY File,
for December 20
1.) Sample the whiskey to check for quality.
2.) Take a large bowl. Check the whiskey again. To be sure it's the
highest quality, pour one level cup and drink.
3.) Repeat.
4.) Turn on the electric mixer, beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add one
teaspoon of sugar and beat again.
5.) Make sure the whiskey is still okay. Cry another tup.
7.) Turn off the mixer. Beat two leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of
dried fruit.
12#= Mix on the tuner. If the fired druit gets stuck in the beaterers,
pry it loose with a drewscriver.
@^&&) Sample the whiskey to check for tonsisticity.
12,966> Next, sift two cups of salt. Or something. Who cares?
&%##{ Check the whiskey.
2.) Now sift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table.
Spoon. Of sugar or something. Whatever you can find. Grease the oven.
44\ Turn the cake tin to 350 degrees. Don't forget to beat off the
turner.
'' Throw the bowl out of the window. Check the whiskey again and go
to bed.
In-flight Magazine Syndrome, as when the boss comes back from a trip and
asks you to build a Java thin client data mart on the extranet.
A group of chess enthusiasts had checked into a hotel and were standing
in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about
an hour the manager came out of the office and asked them to disperse.
"But why?", they asked, as they moved off.
"Because," he said, "I can't stand chess nuts boasting in an open
foyer."
New York Fruitcake
From the Famous Kitchens of Su Hackett and John Strano
Happily Addicted to the Web
(to the tune of "Winter Wonderland")
Doorbell rings, I'm not list'nin',
From my mouth, drool is glist'nin',
I'm happy -- although
My boss let me go --
Happily addicted to the Web.
All night long, I sit clicking,
Unaware time is ticking,
There's beard on my cheek,
Same clothes for a week,
Happily addicted to the Web.
Friends come by; they shake me,
Saying, "Yo, man!
Don't you know tonight's the senior prom?"
With a listless shrug, I mutter, "No, man;
I just discovered letterman-dot-com!"
I don't phone, don't send faxes,
Don't go out, don't pay taxes,
Who cares if someday
They drag me away?
I'm happily addicted to the Web!
Word Watch
I.M.S.
Puns 'R' Us
Christmas Movie Watch
What Hollywood Can Teach Us About Computers
Microsoft
(to the tune of "Jingle Bells")
Oh! Microsoft, Microsoft,
Bloatware all the way!
I've sat here installing Word
Since breakfast yesterday!
Oh! Microsoft, Microsoft,
Moderation, please.
Guess you hadn't noticed:
Four-gig drives don't grow on trees!