I think therfore ass I am. Just be thankful Old Crab doesn't send anything up the pipe. Everyone would be back at the good old C:> prompt again and have to actually think about computing and what to do next. >
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Jafo...still have PFS on my 386 toy....I do... >
What the.....who in the world wants to eat a BBQ'd alien. And the Men In Black? Excorsists? Or maybe Penquins in disquise as people. Elvis? Are you all sure the Aliens aren't having BBQ'd Elvis instead of the other way around? As I remember there was alot of him. Leftovers? Somebody stop the crab he's running amok! Never mind. Got control now. Back to the oringinal intent of the thread. No, CursorXP is not tattleware. ><img src="http://images.stardock.com/images/smiles/mad.gif" border=0 ALIGN="a
What's this !?! FL, GM, KG, et.al. How could you of all people let the Chocolate World fall to the second page? Shame, shame. I guess it's once more up to Old Crab to change into........Super Ninja Crab and say.....BUMP! Grand Raspberries to all and to all a good....tommorrow! > [Message Edited]
Hmmmmmmmm. Haven't heard the term half-inched before. FL please expain. Are you sure the chocolate thief (not to name names, I'd never do that!) a small feline type creature? To wit. The feline pinched the chocolate bits. Old Crab thinks about it. And thinks some more. OC begins to pace back and forth. Wondering and thinking and........running amok. Will return. Maybe. Need a chocolate ale to settle down. Heavy thinking does that to crabs. ><img src="http://images.stardock.com/images/smiles/mad
A toast to Stumpy. He is paying ain't he? Birthday Happy to you. >
Borland. Peter Norton? I know Symantic cobbled Peter up. But I've been rummaging around and found a box of old software. 1.Sprint 2.Quattro 3.Paradox 4.Sidekick Plus 1.Norton Utilities 2.4 and 4.01 Norton Commander 2.0 and 3.0 3.Norton Desktop for Win 3.1 I wax and wane nostalgia. Sorry. >
*Sputter*Fret*Fume*Thppppftt*! No notice of the Crab, indeed. Chocolate swords at dawn Sir! Elfkura, when I went to UH it was little more than 4 building and people jokingly called it "Cougar High" just a continuation of High School. It really has grown in the decades since I was there. The laboratory windows shimmer with an unearthly green glow. The ground shakes and wobbles. Sounds of tinkering abound. The denizens of the Chocolate Planet circle the Lad with aprehension
Don't play games. >
Hummph. Everyone gets time off of this, that, and the other things but me. Have fun and SKIN a knee. >
Hmmmmmmmmm. Thought I heard somebody. Just a buZZing sound, like a real live wire. >
Sorry to hear of your loss. Your Mom needs you now. We'll see you when you return. Go in peace and God bless.
Hmmmmmmmmmm. IRB I've got a special assignment for you that will radically challange your rather peculiar intellect. Go outside and hold up a tall metal rod in one hand and a glass rod in the other during a thunderstorm of course. Now, if struck, I want you to come back and tell us all if you felt a tingling sensation or not when you were struck by the lightning. This could end up in some sort of science journal or a medical journal. <img src="http://images.stardock.com/images/smiles/joke.gif" b
Elfkura I get to the BIG CITY once every blue moon. Not much though. Houston scares the willies out of me. Anyway how is it at Couger High. I'm sure the place has really grown up since I went there in the 70's. Ahem. The door to the Treehouse creaks open. The Old Crab skitters out into the dark. Out to the Laboratory. Things in Fantasyland Forrest have been to quiet to suit the Old Crab and it's about time to shake the old town up. To be continued. Maybe. Grand Raspberries to
I've got a strange mixture of choices I've read but the one that do make one ponder are "The Will To Power" by Friedrich Nietzsche and "The Holy Bible" by God. >
By the way there is no truth to the rumor that the Texas Chainsaw Massacre happened out here. It was 17 miles down the road in Fulsher. >
Ever hear of Brookshire? Population: 1739. Don't live there though. Live in between Brookshire and Pattison. Pop.: 328. Go out Hwy 90 someday and you'll see a whole lot of Rice fields and Rice Drier towers. I'm somewhere OUT there. Old Crab saunters out of his Treehouse and looks around. Nobody about. He skitters out to his Dark Chocolate well and unlocks the top and draws a bucket of Dark Chocolate out and heads back to his Treehouse. Forgot something, now what was it? Oh, yeah.......
Come down to South Texas. Work in my rice fields. >
"Hitchhikers Guide" and "So Long and Thanks for All the Fish" by Douglas Adams. However the above book could also be a condemnation of the U.S. public school system. What a shame. >
Yes. Cattle do sunburn. However the hair is usually very thick and provides a decent sunscreen. All organic forms of life can get sunburned. >
Not another one of these what's your nik or name thingies! Cheese people, get a grip. Anyway, Old Crab is and always will be my nik. However most people around these part call me pappy. Or Old Crab. Its' been almost half a century since I joined the Rat Race. And no you may not call me - Pappy. >
Hmmmmmmmm. You're suggesting that IRB is.....not of this world? Some sort of...alien? From a different solar system? Why I just can't believe it....however.....maybe....why yes your right. Call Mulder and Skully...we've found the truth! >
What's the saddest of one of the saddest songs you've heard. You can go way back if you want. I chucked out the CD player and pulled out my 8 track player and listened to a bunch of old tapes (still playable). One was by Cat Stevens and I got weepy back then a now. Lady D'Arbanville was the song. >
Hmmmmmmmmmm. Well, I like the site just the way it is. I don't like all this changing of stuff. I like it the way it is now and I don't want to learn a whole bunch of new stuff. There. >
Hey IRB gave the thingamajig the name of whatever the watchamacallit is. I'd of called it something like oh, a, um, a "Electric Torch". >