How Things Would Be Different If Microsoft Headquarters Was In Alabama

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Their #1 product would be "Microsoft Winders"

Instead of an hourglass icon you’d get an empty beer bottle.

Occasionally you’d bring up a winder that was covered with a Hefty bag and some duct tape.

Dialog boxes would give you the choice of "Ahh-right", "Naw", or "Git"instead of "Yes", "No", or "Cancel".

Instead of "Ta-Da!", the opening sound would be Dueling Banjos.

The "Recycle Bin" in Winders 95 would be an outhouse.

Whenever you pulled up the Sound Player you’d hear a digitized drunk redneck yelling "Freebird!" and "Roll Tide".

Instead of "Start Me Up", the Winders 95 theme song would be "Sweet Home Alabama" followed by an introduction from Hank Williams (Senior), Elvis Presley, and Paul "Bear" Bryant.

PowerPoint would be named "ParPawnt".

Microsoft’s programming tools would be "Vishul Basic" and "Vishul D-".

Winders 95 Logo would incorporate the Confederate Flag.

Instead of "VP", Microsoft big shots would be called "Cuz".

Hardware could be repaired using parts from an old Trans Am.

Four words: Daisy Duke Screen Saver.

"Well, the first thing you know ole Bill’s a billionaire…"

Flight Simulator replaced by Tractor-Pull Simulator.

Microsoft CEO: Billy-Bob (a.k.a. "Bubba") Gates — 18. Direct link to the WWW (World Wide Wrestling) Home Page.

"Where’s Waldo?" would be replaced with "Where’s Elvis?".

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Top Fifteen Signs Your Webmaster is in a Cult

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15. Every link seems to take you to www.amway.com.

14. Repetition of same banner ads: Stoli, Mott’s… Stoli, Mott’s…

13. He brings twenty-three wives to the office Holiday Party.

12. Instead of counting up visitors, your site counts down days to the apocalypse.

11. Suddenly your travel agency’s site is featuring interplanetary excursions for comet watching and one-way tickets to Guyana.

10. His home page says "Best viewed from the Mothership."

9. Your website’s "Hall of Fame" inductees required to do stint handing out flowers at airport.

8. Your website is honored as the David Koresh Fan Club’s "Site of the Day."

7. She has 38 roommates, yet is oddly stress-free.

6. Insists that Sabbath actually begins when "X-files" ends.

5. Frequently mutters about the "Prophet Steve Jobs" returning to rescue the true believers.

4. Not only does he understand Unix, he *IS* one.

3. Big "N" on your browser replaced by spinning head of Charles Manson.

2. He only answers to the name, "Doe-bert."

and the Number 1 Sign Your Webmaster is in a Cult…

1. Ugly clothes; insufficient diet; lack of sleep; goofy haircut; lives in a mansion; has many followe… Hey, wait a minute! That’s Bill Gates!!

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Three Engineers In A Car

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There are three engineers in a car; an electrical engineer, a chemical engineer, and a Microsoft engineer. Suddenly the car just stops by the side of the road, and the three engineers look at each other wondering what could be wrong.

The electrical engineer suggests stripping down the electronics of the car and trying to trace where a fault might have occurred.

The chemical engineer, not knowing much about cars suggests that maybe the fuel is becoming emulsified and getting blocked somewhere.

Then, the Microsoft engineer, not knowing much about anything, comes up with a suggestion. “Why don’t we close all the windows, get out, get back in, open the windows again and maybe it’ll work!?”

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Total Eclipse of Communication

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From : Managing Director
To : Executive Director

"Tomorrow morning there will be a total eclipse of the sun at nine o’clock. This is something which we cannot see everyday. So let the work-force line up outside, in their best clothes to watch it. To mark the occasion of this rare occurrence, I will personally explain the phenomenon to them. If it is raining we will not be able to see it very well and in that case the work force should assemble in the canteen."

From : Executive Director
To : Departmental Head

"By order of the Managing Director, there will be a total eclipse of the sun at nine o’ clock tomorrow morning. If it is raining we will not be able to see it in our best clothes, on the site. In this case the disappearance of the sun will be followed through in the canteen. This is something we cannot see happening everyday."

From : Departmental Heads
To : Sectional Heads

"By order of the Managing Director, we shall follow the disappearance of the sun in our best clothes, in the canteen at nine o’clock tomorrow morning. The Managing Director will tell us whether it is going to rain. This is something which we cannot see happen everyday."

From : Section Heads
To : Foreman

"If it is raining in the canteen tomorrow morning, which is something that we cannot see happen everyday, the Managing director in his best clothes, will disappear at nine o’ clock."

From : Foreman
To : All Operators

"Tomorrow morning at nine o’ clock, the Managing Director will disappear. It’s a pity that we can’t see this happen everyday."

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Great Business Mergers

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If only these companies would merge…

Xerox and Wurlitzer:
They’re going to make reproductive organs.

Fairchild Electronics and Honeywell Computers:
New company will be called Fairwell Honeychild

Polygram Records, Warner Brothers and Keebler:
New company will be called Poly-Warner-Cracker

W. R. Grace Co., Fuller Brush Co., Mary Kay Cosmetics and Hale Business Systems:
New company will be called Hale Mary Fuller Grace

3M & goodyear:
mmmGood

John Deere & Abitibi-Price:
Deere Abi

Honeywell, Imasco, and Home Oil:
Honey, I’m Home

Denison Mines, Alliance, and Metal Mining:
Mine, All Mine

3M, J.C. Penney, Canadian Opera Company:
3 Penney Opera

Grey Poupon & Dockers Pants:
Poupon Pants

Knott’s Berry Farm & National Organization of Women:
Knott NOW!

Zippo Manufacturing, Audi, Dofasco, Dakota Mining:
Zip Audi Do-Da

The most obvious candidates for a merger: Netscape and Yahoo.
The resulting company will be called: "Net ‘n’ Yahoo."

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12 Signs You’re Suffering From Work Burnout

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  1. You’re so tired you now answer the phone, "Hell".
  2. Your friends call to ask how you’ve been, and you immediately scream, "Get off my back, bitch!"
  3. Your garbage can IS your "in" box.
  4. You wake up to discover your bed is on fire, but go back to sleep because you just don’t care.
  5. You have so much on your mind, you’ve forgotten how to pee.
  6. Visions of the upcoming weekend help you make it through Monday.
  7. You sleep more at work than at home.
  8. You leave for a party and instinctively bring your ID badge.
  9. Your Day-Timer exploded a week ago.
  10. You think about how relaxing it would be if you were in jail right now.
  11. You consider a 40 hour week a vacation.
  12. You don’t set your alarm anymore because you know your cellphone will go off before your alarm does.
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Can’t Fly if You’re Gay

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An employee of USAir with the last name of Gay boarded a USAir flight with a free travel voucher. Soon after he sat down, someone else came and claimed he had the same seat assignment, so Mr. Gay moved down do an empty seat.

Soon after that the airplane began to fill up. The rule with the USAir employee vouchers is that if a paying customer needs your seat, you have to surrender it. So when the flight became completely full and still more needed to get on, a flight attendant went to the original seat of Mr. Gay and said the the man now sitting there, "Excuse me, are you Gay?"

The man, somewhat stunned, said, "Well, yes, as a matter of fact I am!"

The flight attendent said, "I’m sorry, but you’ll have to get off the plane."

At this point Mr. Gay, who had been watching all of this, jumped up and said, "Excuse me, you’ve made a mistake – I’m Gay!"

Finally, another man jumped up and said, "Well, hell, I’m gay too! They can’t throw us all off!"

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Does Santa Exist? A Scientific Inquiry

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As a result of an overwhelming lack of requests, and with research help from that renowned scientific journal, SPY magazine (January, 1997) — I am pleased to present a scientific inquiry into the existence of Santa Claus.

1. No known species of reindeer can fly. But there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not completely rule out flying reindeer which only Santa has ever seen.

2. There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. But since Santa doesn’t (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total – 378 million according to Population Reference Bureau.

At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that’s 91.8 million homes. One presumes there’s at least one good child in each.

3. Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits per second.

This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to:

  • park,
  • hop out of the sleigh,
  • jump down the chimney,
  • fill the stockings,
  • distribute the remaining presents under the tree,
  • eat whatever snacks have been left,
  • get back up the chimney,
  • get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house.

Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75-1/2 million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once every 31hours, plus feeding and etc.

This means that Santa’s sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man- made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second. A conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour.

4. The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that "flying reindeer" could pull ten times the normal amount, we cannot do the job with eight, or even nine.

We need 214,200 reindeer. This increases the payload – not even counting the weight of the sleigh – to 353,430 tons. Again, for comparison – this is four times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth.

5. 353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance – this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as a spacecraft reentering the earth’s atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy. Per second. Each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and create deafening sonic booms in their wake.

The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second.

Santa, meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.09 times greater than gravity.

A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force.

In conclusion – If Santa ever did deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he’s dead now.

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Twas the Dieter’s Christmas

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christmas cookies

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T’was the night before Christmas and all round my hips
were Fannie May candies that sneaked past my lips
Fudge brownies were stored in the freezer with care
in hopes that my thighs would forget they were there

While Mama in her my girdle and I in chin straps
had just settled down to sugar-borne naps
When out in the pantry there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter

Away to the kitchen I flew like a flash
tore open the icebox then threw up the sash
The marshmallow look of the new-fallen snow
sent thoughts of a binge to my body below

When what to my wandering eyes should appear:
a marzipan Santa with eight chocolate reindeer!
That huge chunk of candy so luscious and slick
I knew in a second that I’d wind up sick

The sweet-coated Santa, those sugared reindeer
I closed my eyes tightly but still I could hear
On Prancer, on Stillman, on weak one, on TOPS
a Weight Watcher dropout from sugar detox

From the top of the scales to the top of the hall
now dash away pounds now dash away all
Dressed up in Lane Bryant from my head to nightdress
my clothes were all bulging from too much excess

My droll little mouth and my round little belly
they shook when I laughed like a bowl full of jelly
I spoke not a word but went straight to my work
ate all of the candy then turned with a jerk

And laying a finger beside my heartburn
I gave a quick nod toward the bedroom I turned
I eased into bed, to the heavens I cry
if temptation’s removed I’ll get thin by and by

And I mumbled again as I turned for the night
in the morning I’ll starve…’til I take that first bite!

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Fun Stuff to Do On Usenet

by Alan Meiss, ameiss@indiana.edu

Post a message asking how to post messages.

Lead a tireless crusade for the creation of newsgroups with silly names like alt.my.butt.is.hairy.

Put 4 addresses, 5 lines of “Geek Code”, 6 ASCII-art bicycles, a PGP key, and your home phone in your signature.

Reinvigorate a discussion by switching attributions in followups.

Post recipes on rec.pets.cats.

Post a compendium of old articles from a thread that died months ago with a title such as “*** HAS JOE SMITH FORGOTTEN HIS LIES? ***”

Post a 56-part binary MPG file of your dog throwing up to news.answers. Announce that you screwed it up and repeat.

On the MST3K groups, ask what happened to Joel.

Ask readers of rec.music.misc to post their favorite Zeppelin tune “for a poll.”

Reacquaint the readers of rec.humor with the “two-strings-go-in-a-bar” joke.

Determine a perversion so bizarre or obscure that it doesn’t yet have its own sex group.

Post your new “War Heroes of India” FAQ to soc.culture.pakistan.

Start this week’s new AOL virus rumor.

Format your posts for 90 columns (or 20).

Provide a valuable public service by notifying the eager readers of roughly 1,200 newsgroups of your new “HOOTERAMA” phone sex service or “PorqWhiffe” pheramone cologne. If you want something new, then try this high kick leggins room that you will surely enjoy.

Post elaborate conspiracy theories to talk.politics.misc detailing how ATF agents under the control of Chelsea Clinton and Socks have implanted invisible microchips in your genitals.

Fill that empty mailbox, make new friends, delight your postmaster, and selflessly lead others to riches with a few “MAKE MONEY FAST” posts.

Attempt to sell your sweaty underwear in alt.clothing.lingerie.

Follow up a 200-line post to add only your signature.

Crosspost Amiga articles to the Mac and PC newsgroups for a valuable interchange of provocative ideas.

Announce a mailing list for Bill Gates’ VISA card number.

Inform the readers of alt.sex that your friend at a particular address is taking a penis length survey, and the first 1000 people to send him their measurements will receive free naked pictures of Cindy Crawford.

Correct every spelling mistake you encounter, but misspell the word “imbecile” in your followup flames.

Flame yourself, and complain to your own postmaster.

Ask readers of the Star Trek groups when they last had dates.

Post personal ads on groups such as alt.sex.diapers listing your work phone number.

Post under the name Dave Rhodes.

Followup every post in a newsgroup ranking them on a scale from 1 to 10.

Establish your own little Usenet niche by writing a Wink Martindale FAQ.

Advise other readers to ftp to 127.0.0.1 for “really cool nudie pics”.

Post daily word searches to rec.puzzles.

Post your trig homework to sci.math and ask the readers to e-mail you the answers, since you “don’t read the group”.

Provoke insightful and productive debates on fresh new topics such as abortion, gun control, the existence of God, penile circumcision, and the relative superiority of Mac or PC operating systems.

Pick a cutesy handle that inspires vicarious embarrassment in other readers, such as “SoHot4U”, “SokSnifer”, or “WetNWild”.

Maintain a high-level of constructive decorum by addressing someone with whom you disagree as “monkey boy”.

Inform the readers of the sex groups that they’re “going straight to hell”, and then proceed to followup a variety of titillating posts.

Post to alt.folklore.urban that this guy that a friend of your uncle’s ex-girlfriend’s boss knew received the donated heart of River Phoenix.

Relentlessly inform the readers of groups such as rec.pets.iguanas or sci.agriculture of your UFO, JFK, OJ, NRA, NSA, Nutrasweet, and Azeri genocide theories. Relate them all to sunspot activity and ancient astronauts.

Post instructions telling other readers how to put you in their killfile.

Post whining, misspelled, and vaguely creepy personal ads in wildly inappropriate newsgroups, and followup to berate the readers for not responding.

Announce that a particular site has opened up a new combination OJ Jury Info/Homemade Bombs/Kiddie Porn/Scientology Documents/Computer Subliminal Hypnosis ftp archive.

Construct a device that lets your pets post to Usenet by pawing or pecking a feeder bar.

Post the Niemann Marcus cookie recipe to rec.food.recipes.

Eliminate nearly all meaningful traffic on a newsgroup for weeks by challenging its readership to come up with as many synonyms as possible for the word vomit.

Accuse other posters of being AI experiments, Perl scripts, or Emacs macros.

Claim that you can see “hidden images” in another person’s posting when you cross your eyes.

Ask Austrian readers about kangaroos.

Ask Australian readers about alpine skiing.

Include Rush lyrics or Rush quotes in all your posts.

Accuse female posters of being male.

Make an anonymous posting accusing others of cowardice.

Accuse a fellow AOL or Prodigy subscriber of being a “newbie” because their 3 months on the net are dwarfed by your own span of 4.

Insist that anyone objecting to your compulsive fascination with consuming the flesh of strangled disabled minors is “judgemental”.

If you’ve grown tired of typing, effectively end a thread by accusing others of being Nazis.

Ask readers of soc.culture.nordic whether the Swedish Chef has a Sampo.

Write and regularly post a FAQ about yourself.

Post graphic descriptions of your bowel movements, genital sores, and various suppurating wounds to alt.tasteless.

Ask readers of sci.med for urgent, step-by-step instructions on removing arrows, or inquire why all your extremities have turned dark purple.

Insist that there’s no such state in the U.S. as “New Mexico”.

Post only in Esperanto.

Claim a copyright on the word “Usenet”, and followup with a bill all posts you encounter that contain it.

Sell “posting permits” in news.announce.newusers.

Post single-part text messages in MIME format.

Ask the readers of rec.sewing whether any of them want to be the drummer for your new band, “Death Monkeys”.

Claim to be an amorous highschool cheerleader while posting under a name such as “Robert Bradley Smith, Jr.”

In the spirit of purest optimism, ask other readers to followup with their account passwords and credit card numbers.

Why use a single question mark or exclamation point when you can use at least thirty?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

List a cute organization name in your header, such as “Canadians for Global Warming”.

Insult a poster from another nation based on his country’s performance in World War II.

Post vitriolic, frothing, hair-trigger flames in polite newsgroups, as if you were a testosterone-crazed adolescent debating which shotgun is superior in alt.games.doom.

Followup spam posts in the belief that the originator, who probably follows the group closely and is desperately curious about receiving feedback, will see your impassioned plea and be so moved by your lengthy, point-by-point indictment of their conduct that they pledge to desist from such activity for all time.

Regardless of its accuracy, followup another post with the line “BZZZT! Wrong answer!” or “Hello! McFly!”

Use a 120-line ASCII graphic of Spock as your signature.

Post to soc.culture.women asking “what’s your favorite brand of oven mitt, little ladies?”

Post to news.annnounce.newusers asking if there are any nurses in Portland willing to spank you. Followup with an apology. Followup again with the original article.

Post with a newsreader that replaces punctuation marks with strange, non-ASCII characters.

Steer all debates to your own pet subjects of expertise, regardless of their relevance.

Make it clear from your postings that you’ve a profound inability to distinguish “The X Files” as fiction.

Insist that another poster is really Serdar Argic or Kibo.

Post 20-part encoded image files from NASA ftp archives that you claim show clear evidence of alien settlements.

Insinuate vague conspiracies in all your posts.

Spam post alarming ten-year-old files about Congressional bills to tax modem usage “in the name of freedom”.

Claim that unidentified government agencies are censoring your posts.

Ask readers to collect aluminum pop-tops on behalf of Craig Shergold.

Ask readers of comp.sci.algorithms how to get Super Mario to the castle.

POST IN ALL CAPS

omit all punctuation

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DOALLTHREEOFTHEABOVE

Ask the readers of alt.current-events.net-abuse where to purchase Cantor and Siegel’s book.

Post the phone number of the Michigan Militia to alt.conspiracy as the “Classified ATF Secret Hotline”.

Compose an exhaustively researched 15-part FAQ detailing the favorite movie musicals of relatives of the Deep Space Nine cast. Post it weekly in its entirety.

Strive to ensure that no two consecutive words in your posts are correctly spelled.

Enrich the lives of thousands with a thoughtful and impassioned debate on the topic “AOL users suck”.

Dispense essential and priceless financial advice, such as the assertion that no one is legally required to pay taxes.

Demand that others cease using the letter e, as you find it “dply offnsiv”.

Post to rec.music.misc insisting that “Curt Kobain should leave Pearl Jam since they’ll never tour again.”

Assume that the entire Usenet hierarchy shares your interest in helping lonely Ukrainian lasses find love.

Followup another person’s posts every twelve minutes to accuse them of “obsessing”.

Followup two dozen of another person’s posts to accuse them of harassing you. Send copious e-mail if you’re ignored.

Start pointless debates over topics such as whether Whoopi Goldberg has eyebrows, what happens when you cross the International Dateline, and whether the bad guy in Popeye cartoons was named “Bluto” or “Brutus”.

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