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Internet Oracularities #1086    (72 votes, 3.3 mean)
Compiled-By: Steve Kinzler <kinzler@cs.indiana.edu>
Date: Fri, 2 Apr 1999 17:28:16 -0500 (EST)

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1086-01    (2ilm9 dist, 3.2 mean)
Selected-By: "Alyce Wilson" <berlin63@hotmail.com>

The Internet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

> Er, Oh great Oracle, who can read... no, that's not right. Oh, wise
> Oracle, who knows why... No, everybody knows that. Oh, wise Oracle,
> who knows what...  No, that would be considered rude... Oracle, most
> wise, who can... er ...understand... um ...episodes of the X-Files...
> er, no that not right ...Oh, great Oracle, who will forgive me if I
> don't grovel properly,
>
> I seem to have trouble, well, with my grovels. Can you give me any
> suggestions to improve my groveling technique?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} The Oracle's top six ways to improve your grovelling technique
} (keeping in mind that experience is the best teacher):
}
} 6. At 3:21 AM, wake up from a dream involving Al Gore and a vat of
} kiwi-strawberry Jello only to realize you're out of feminine protection
} products just when you need them most. Run down to the only 24-hour
} store within a 24-mile radius of your house only to realize you're
} short 47 cents--but you have your checkbook with you. Recall that
} your last three checks to said store were as bad as three-month-old
} cottage cheese.
}
} 5. During the second semester of your senior year in college, become
} so intensely involved in the competitive Scrabble circuit that you
} have to forgo studying for one class--as it happens, the class you
} need in order to complete your major (Comparative Political Economy
} of Enviro-Latino-Hetero-Sociobiological Studies). Write your 25-page
} research paper for said class during a single 37-hour period with the
} help of your favorite Anthrax CD (on "repeat" play) and 37 cartons
} of "Buzz Gum".  Pay the professor a little visit only to discover,
} to your surprise (since you've been spending your time memorizing
} two-letter words (ai, ay, ex, ax, eh, en...) instead of going to class)
} that she is not oriented towards your gender--a discovery that comes
} after your tongue has already ventured where it shouldn't have.
}
} 4. Having earned an advanced degree in computer science (which
} was really your favorite subject all along, never mind that those
} with credentials in said discipline make, on average, $107,540
} more per year than experts in Comparative Political Economy of
} Enviro-Latino-Hetero-Sociobiological Studies (all three of them))
} and having had 23 major and minor software companies refuse to hire
} you due to your lack of social skills, in a frantic last-ditch effort
} apply for a cashier job at the local Mall-Mart.  Answer incorrectly
} to the interviewer's final question, "What is 24 minus 11?" because
} you thought the numbers were in hex.
}
} 3. Go to the supermarket and load the following items into your cart:
} a large can of Spam, two dozen jumbo eggs, a liter of Diet Mr.
} Pibb, a package of frozen blueberries, a box of "Count Chocula"
} cereal, half a pound of Havarti, a pound of carrots, a quart of Ben
} & Jerry's Killer Gorilla ice cream, a small can of Comet, a box of
} Biore Nose Strips, a large bottle of cough syrup, a box of Q-Tips,
} and the latest issue of "Big 'n Bouncy" magazine. Try to get into
} the "Express 12 Items or Less" line.
}
} 2. At long last, find a significant other who is willing to put up with
} your chronic inner thigh warts and your habit of blowing your nose on
} dish towels, but who is more vanilla than a pudding convention. While
} spending a cozy evening together, let this person check their email
} from your computer--then remember that your current wallpaper is a
} GIF you downloaded from alt.binaries.pictures.sex.fetish.lizard.tumor.
}
} And the Oracle's number one way to improve your grovelling technique
} is--
}
} 1. Keep asking the Oracle how to grovel better, receiving a tiresome
} formulaic answer like this one every time, until you decide to be
} content with your current level of grovelling skill rather than trying
} to improve--it's the American way!
}
} You owe the Oracle a subscription to "Big 'n Bouncy".


1086-02    (2cplc dist, 3.4 mean)
Selected-By: Mark Lawrence <lawrence.4@osu.edu>

The Internet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

> The Oracle is mightier in thought than all the world's minds gathered
> as one. He thinks more great thoughts over his morning bowl of Lucky
> Charms(tm) cereal than any 24 Nobel prize laureates had in their entire
> combined lives. Truly the Oracle is wise, truly he is a great gift to
> us lowly mortals! And for this we can not thank the Oracle enough. . .
>
> Back around 250 B.C. when the Emperor Qin took over most of what is now
> China, he had his evil assistant Lisi burn "all unnecessary writings".
> What texts were lost to the world due to this act?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} It wasn't as sharp a blow to the world of literacy as you might expect.
} When Qin said "unnecessary," he had a reason. Check out some of the
} titles:
}
} * "The Art of Painting Cattle," by Wo Qon
} * "174 Days to a More Annoying Lyre Technique," by Hong Ti Fq
} * 76 volumes of "Chicken Soup" scrolls, including "Chicken Soup for the
}   Dirt Farmer's Soul","Chicken Soup for the Eunuch Harem Manager's
}   Soul", and "Chicken Soup for the Monk Who Has Transcended The Concept
}   of Soul's Soul"
} * "Practical Abacus Hacking," by Han So Fat
} * Every book in the "Oh Pra" reader's club book list, including "The
}   Deep End of the Yangtze"
} * "Mu Shu vs. Kung Pao: A Critical Assessment," from the University of
}   Shanghai Press.
} * All twelve volumes of "The Kung Fu Mime: Lessons in Expression and
}   Self-Defense," by Wo Tia Hong
}
} To Emperor Qin's credit, he did manage to make some pretty good
} assessments of books to keep around, such as "Kicking Mongolia's Ass,"
} by Alli Khan, and "Pronouncing the 'L' in Twelve Easy Lessons," by Li
} Li Lichi (which, unfortunately, was later burned in frustration by
} Emperor Lo, who later changed his name to Emperor Ro).
}
} You owe the Oracle a charred copy of "Monica's Story."


1086-03    (08lte dist, 3.7 mean)
Selected-By: Otis Viles <cierhart@ic.net>

The Internet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

> OH Oracle, master of obscure references...
>
> what movie (if it is a movie) does "bullets won't stop it" come from?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} The famous phrase "bullets won't stop it!" originated not in a movie,
} but in real life.
}
} In the fall of 1989, an experimental artifical-intelligence cursor
} called "#" turned renegade and escaped into the Stanford Unviersity
} computer network.  Emergency computer technicians were called onto the
} scene as # began wreaking havoc in word-processors all over the campus.
} Here is a partial transcript of what followed.
}
} ------------------------------------------------------------------------
}
} #######
}       #    ####################
}       #    #                  #
}       ######                  #
}                               #                 THERE IT IS!!
}                     ###########
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #                           WE HAVE TO TRAP IT!
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}          +---------\#/---------------+
}          |          #                |
}          |          #                |
}          +---------\#/---------------+
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
} +------------------\#/----+
} |                   #     |
} |                   #     |
} +------------------\#/----+
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                 +--\#/-----------------------+
}                 |   #  IT'S NO USE!!!        |
}                 |   #                        |
}                 +--\#/-----------------------+
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}        +-----------\#/-------------+
}        | BULLETS WON#T STOP IT!!   |
}        |            #              |
}        +-----------\#/-------------+
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}  - - - - - - - - - \#/ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
}                     #        PAGE BREAKS WON'T STOP IT!!
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
} ********************#*************************************************
} * ..  ..  ..  ..  ..# ..  ..  ..  ..  ..  .. ..  ..  ..  ..  ..  ..  *
} *   ..  ..  ..  ..  #.  ..  .. BANNERS WON'T STOP IT!!  ..  ..  ..   *
} * ..  ..  ..  ..  ..# ..  ..  ..  ..  ..  ..  ..  ..  ..  ..  ..  .. *
} ********************#*************************************************
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #              IT'S..........
}                     #
}                     #              IT'S INVINCIBLE!!!
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                     #
}                   ###
}          ##########
} ##########
}                              OH NO!  IT'S HEADED FOR THE DNS!!!
}
} ------------------------------------------------------------------------
}
} #'s reign of terror lasted 2 days and 14 hours, until he was finally
} captured in Stanford's news archive of alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.
} (It seems that his creators made him a little TOO human.)  The cursor
} was promptly destroyed.  The news story was withheld from the media for
} fear that some heedless programmer might try to duplicate Stanford's
} efforts.  But now you know the truth.
}
} You owe the Oracle the premier episode of "The #-files."


1086-04    (19isg dist, 3.7 mean)
Selected-By: "Alyce Wilson" <berlin63@hotmail.com>

The Internet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

> It was quiet. . . too quiet.

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} It was quiet... too quiet.
}
} Then it was loud... too loud.
}
} Quiet again... too quiet.
}
} And once more, loud... way too loud.
}
} "Damn snooze button," I mumbled to myself as I got out of bed and
} checked the time:  late... too late.


1086-05    (9skc3 dist, 2.6 mean)
Selected-By: R.P.Clement@westminster.ac.uk (Ross Clement)

The Internet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

> Oh, most wise Oracle, who is mentioned in the Net.Legends FAQ, old
> as it is, and who dates to the times before NNTP,
>
> I've heard you do a pretty mean Robert McElwaine imitation.
>
> I'd like to hear it.

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} Path: oracle!zadoc-is-a-worm!goddess-lisa!cs.indiana.edu
} From: The Internet Oracle <oracle@cs.indiana.edu>
} Newsgroups: rec.humor.oracle.d,sci.physics,rec.pets.cats,comp.lang.c
} Subject: Net.legends
} Date: Wed, 31 Mar 1999 13:17:01 +0500
} Message-ID: <e^(i(pi)+1@cs.indiana.edu>
}
}                 MARK-OF-THE-BEA$T Micro$oft Program$
}
}          ALL Supplicants are PROHIBITED by Man page pine(1) from
}          usiing with the "MARK-OF-THE-BEA$T" Micro$oft Program$,
}          Word Proce$$ors, and Web Browsing $y$tem$, (as found in
}          local libraries, universities, Internet cafes, etc.),
}          which also THREATEN to SUBVERT Entire Free World.
}
}          The Program$ can serve THE SAME CRIMINAL PURPOSE as the
}          virus-carrying bees on The TV Show X-Files.
}
}          Micro$oft Internet Explorer (or Internet Extorter) is
}          the worst form of thie MARK OF THE BEA$T, with the
}          checksum 666 IN EACH DLL.  The so-called progress bar
}          is really a HYPNOTIC MIND CONTROL DEVICE that sucks
}          the will of the True Supplicant.
}
}          WARN YOUR FRIENDS!
}
}          UN-altered REPRODUCTION and DISSEMINATION of this IMPORTANT
}          Oracularity is ENCOURAGED.
}
}                                    The Internet Oracle
}                                    2nd Initiate in procmail,
}                                    (but not an agent thereof)


1086-06    (6brhb dist, 3.2 mean)
Selected-By: MCHEVALIER@WELLESLEY.EDU

The Internet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

> Oh Oracle most wise...
>
> What is the maximum number of cats one should have in his/her
> household?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} An average household will need many cats.
}
} One to occupy the couch.
} Two to fight over the bed in the middle of the night.
} One to sleep on the cooktop and one on the fridge.
} One cat to drape over the back of your favorite arm chair and another
}   to curl up on the seat cushion.
} A cat in the corner of the wardrobe nursing a litter of kittens.
} A cat whose job it is to lie on any opened newspaper or magazine.
} A cat who does nothing but shed fur in the kitchen.
} A cat in the bathroom squatting in the bath.
} Numerous cats to chase ghosts and imaginary insects.
} Cats to hiss at other cats through screen doors.
} Cats that like visitors and cats that panic whenever visitors call.
} Cats to mew and scratch at any closed door.
} Two cats to use the kitty litter and another who prefers the garage
}   floor.
} And fifteen or more cats, belonging to the neighbors, who come in
}   just to eat the cat food your cats wont touch.
}
} The alternative to this bedlam is:
}
} One dog.


1086-07    (27mqf dist, 3.6 mean)
Selected-By: Otis Viles <cierhart@ic.net>

The Internet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

> The Supplicant has pondered your answer deeply.
> Your answer was:
>
> } *ZOT*!
> }
> } (Heh heh heh...)
> }
> } You owe the Oracle sacks filled with money.  FILLED, got it?  And be
> } quick about it.
>
> And in response, thus spake the Supplicant:
>
> > Ah, how very typical of you, Oracle.  A meaningless (not to mention
> > painful) answer, a tactless demand for exorbitant recompense.  But
> > this time I get the last laugh, don't I?  Ho ho ho!
> >
> > You owe the Supplicant 50% of your profits for the next 20 years.
> > You owe the Supplicant the Hope Diamond.  You owe the Supplicant the
> > skull of "Lucy."  You owe the Supplicant three Carribean islands.

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} Damn! I thought they'd never figure out they could ask for things back
} too. Let's hope that somebody's given me some of this stuff in the
} past.
}
}     <beep beep boop beep> <trr trr, trr trr, trr trr>
}
} Come on, come on...
}
}     <trr trr, click> "Oracular Temple Stores."
}
} Oh, hullo Stores, this is the Oracle...
}
}     "Oh hi, big guy! How's it hanging? It's Vinnie here."
}
} Vinnie who?
}
}     "You know! Vinnie! Last year's Christmas bash, remember?"
}
} I'm afraid my recollection of that evening is somewhat hazy...
}
}     "No kidding - you were flying, man! You don't even remember those
}     two chicks from Accounts you and me hit on? How could you forget
}     that?"
}
} Evidently I have a very fastidious subconscious. Look, er, Vinnie, much
} as I'm enjoying this trip down amnesia lane, I need to check if we've
} got some items in Stores. Among the gifts from my supplicants, okay?
}
}     "Sure thing, boss! Just let me fire up the old database... Right,
}     what can I do you for?"
}
} Have we got the Hope Diamond in there?
}
}     "Umm... nnnnope."
}
} Any diamonds at all? Other gems?
}
}     "We got a rhinestone from Liberace's Y-fronts. Is that any good?"
}
} Hey, that must be worth something.
}
}     "That's if it's really from Liberace. Me, I reckon it could be from
}     pretty well anywhere."
}
} Don't you check?
}
}     "What? On my budget?"
}
} Okay, moving on swiftly. I also need the skull of Lucy.
}
}     "Lucy who?"
}
} She's a fossil.
}
}     "Ah, not one of those chicks from Accounts, then."
}
} No. What about three Caribbean islands?
}
}     "Nope."
}
} Any islands? Beaches? Coral reefs? Real estate of any form or
} description?
}
}     "Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope."
}
} Three of anything?
}
}     "Lemme see. Yeah! We've got three milligrams of smegma. How's about
}     that?"
}
} Yeuch! I asked someone for three milligrams of smegma?
}
}     "Well, according to the records, what you actually asked for was...
}     three kilograms of Beluga caviar and peace in Kosovo. But the
}     supplicant said he couldn't afford that, so he sent you the smegma
}     instead."
}
} Let's approach this from a different angle. What have we got of value?
}
}     "What do you mean by value, exactly?"
}
} Say, over $100,000.
}
}     "That would be nothing."
}
} Over $10,000? $1000? Fifty bucks?
}
}     "How's about if I just list what we got?"
}
} Err... go on, then.
}
}     "The aforementioned rhinestone, the aforementioned smegma, a used
}     lottery scratch card, two small tubs of non-dairy coffee creamer,
}     one pencil, one jelly baby, pink, without a head, William Shatner's
}     toupee..."
}
} Hey, that must be...
}
}     "...That's if it's really William Shatner's."
}
} And that's the lot?
}
}     "And a bucket of anthrax. That's..."
}
} Yeah, yeah, that's if it's really anthrax.
}
}     "No, that's empty. Don't you remember at the Christmas bash, when
}     the punch ran out?"
}
} You used the anthrax?!
}
}     "Hey man, it was your idea! Anyway, no harm done - nobody died."
}
} I know I've asked for more than just that over the years...
}
}     "Well, thing is, those supplicants don't always give you what you
}     ask for, you know? Well, hardly ever, actually."
}
} So if there's virtually nothing in Stores, why do we bother to employ
} you?
}
}     "Wait a minute there, man! I do an essential job, you know! This
}     operation would grind to a halt in days without me!"
}
} I'll bear that in mind. Well, thank you, er, Vinnie...
}
}     "See you at the next Christmas bash, boss!" <click>
}
} Call it omniscience or intuition, Vinnie, but something tells me you
} won't...
}
} Ahem. Well, dear supplicant, I've encountered a couple of minor snags
} fulfilling your order, but you'll be pleased to hear they're all sorted
} out now. Yes, you will shortly be in receipt of a rhinestone which may
} or may not have adorned Liberace's underpants, three milligrams of
} grade A smegma, and the skull of an unemployed Stores manager who,
} while not necessarily a bona fide Australopithecus afarensis, is
} definitely protohuman.
}
} Oh, and I expect to be running at a loss for the next 20 years, so the
} profits will be negative. Consequently, you owe the Oracle sacks filled
} with money.  FILLED, got it?  And let's really see them this time.


1086-08    (5chik dist, 3.5 mean)
Selected-By: "Joshua R. Poulson" <jrp@pun.org>

The Internet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

> GIRL SCOUT COOKIES!!

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} Well, if you insist...
}
} www.gsusa.org   FALSE   /       FALSE   1293753925      EGSOFT_ID
} 207.172.73.95-1162851760.29260940
} www.gsusa.org   FALSE   /       FALSE   1293753925      EGSOFT_ID
} 207.172.73.95-1162851760.29260940
} www.gsusa.org   FALSE   /       FALSE   1293753925      EGSOFT_ID
} 207.172.73.95-1162851760.29260940
} www.gsusa.org   FALSE   /       FALSE   1293753925      EGSOFT_ID
} 207.172.73.95-1162851760.29260940
}
} You owe the Oracle a Brownie.


1086-09    (8hjfd dist, 3.1 mean)
Selected-By: surfbaud@waverider.co.uk (Dave Hemming)

The Internet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

> O Oracle most logical, whose dictionary I am not fit to polish, and who
> never gets confused by word puzzles....
>
>   I just learnt that "autological" means a word that describes itself.
>
> My question is, is innuendo autological?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} Greetings, and salutates omnes. I am your humble servant Orrio, slave
} and general factotum to Senator Ludicrus Sextus of Pompeii... FACtotum,
} I said. Keep a lid on it, you lot. Honestly! Yes, I am Lurcio, and I am
} here to recite the autologue. Let me just get comfortable... Ooh! My
} goodness, that stone's cold! Sends a chill right up the fundamentals.
} Ahh, that's better.
}
} That's right, it's _that_ Ludicrus Sextus. The one who tried to
} introduce a bill before the Senate outlawing the brothels, under the
} slogan "copulationem expensivus est." As I'm sure you all know. Of
} course, the Senate wouldn't have it. Otherwise they wouldn't have it,
} if you see what I mean.
}
} Ahem... The Autologue. "And it came to pass in..." What? Excuse me a
} minute, it's the Master's daughter, Erotica. You know her, don't you?
} Well, if you don't, you're the only one in this town who doesn't,
} let me tell you! What is it, Mistress? Have I seen your what? Your
} unmentionables? I most certainly have not, the very idea! Where did
} you lose them? Oh, could be almost anywhere then. Next time, keep
} them about your person. Yes, and you. Ooh, she's terrible, that girl,
} absolutely terrible. But what would poor Orrio know? I don't get it,
} you see. No, not at all, titter ye not. Such is the lot of a poor
} slave... and it's not a lot at that. Though with all this sitting on
} cold stone benches, you'd think I'd get something...
}
} As I was saying: The Autologue. "And it..." Now what? Yes, good day to
} you too, young Master. It's the Master's son, Nausius. You know, the
} one who... oh, you _do_ know? Well, I wish you'd tell me. Steady on,
} Madam.
}
} Yes, young Master, it is a beautiful day. The most beautiful day there
} ever was, you say? You're not in love again, are you? How did I guess?
} How many times is it this week? No, that you've fallen in love! Well,
} come on, tell your Uncle Orrio: who's the lucky girl? Promiscua? Yes,
} I think I know her. Isn't she the one with the very well developed...
} credentials? And you've written a poem to express your love? Why yes,
} I'd love to read it. Ahem... "Promiscua, you stole my heart..." Well,
} it starts well. "Promiscua, you stole my heart, I love you all to
} bitties; I love your each and every part, but most of all your..." It
} ends there. Oh, you were stuck for a rhyme, were you? Well, I'm sure
} it will come to you... in a flash of inspiration, so to speak. Just
} think about your sweetheart... that's it, conjure up an image in your
} mind's eye, and see if anything looms large. No? Well, keep it up, and
} eventually you'll get them, I mean _it_, I mean the rhyme. Yes, the
} RHYME! Ooh, you can't say anything in front of this lot.
}
} Right, are we finished with the interruptions? Good, then on with the
} autologue. Where was I? Oh, yes: The Autologue. "And it came to..." Oh,
} for goodness sake! It's Senna the Soothsayer. She's a few slave girls
} short of an orgy, if you know what I mean. Totum doolallium. Woe, woe,
} woe, yes I know, dear, woe, woe. Don't mock. Oh no, Missus, don't mock
} poor old Senna. She can't help it, poor soul, no. Ever since her
} husband met with that terrible accident. You know, he was stabbed
} through the arras, and... The ARRAS! Yes, never mind what _you_ were
} thinking. Ooh, they're a rough lot tonight, I don't know where they get
} them.
}
} What's that you say, Senna my dear? Flood, famine, fire from the skies,
} all the usual stuff, right. Anything else? The slaves are revolting?
} DO you mind! Go on, be off with you. Of all the nerve! Revolting,
} indeed. Huh!
}
} The Au-to-logue! "And it..." Alright, that's it, I give up! Yes,
} Plautus the Playwright, I'm trying to do the autologue, but with all
} these continual interruptions... What? The autologue, you know, to
} start the play. Oh, that's a prologue. Well, what's an autologue? A
} word that describes itself. And nothing else? I don't think I know any
} of those. Oh well, I might as well jack it in then. In, IN! Oh, really!
} I wish I hadn't started. And you can stop that and all.


1086-10    (8bpl7 dist, 3.1 mean)
Selected-By: surfbaud@waverider.co.uk (Dave Hemming)

The Internet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

> Oh Oracle most wise,and gracious of the universe.
>
> Why oh why is it always me that has to put the toilet roll
> on the toilet roll holder when it runs out?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} In actual fact it's because of all the people living with you, you're
} the only person who bothers to use paper.
}
} Remember that the next time it's someone else's turn to cook dinner.
}
} You owe The Oracle some dried leaves.


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