Pigdog Christmas Wish Lists
-- Compiled 1998-12-28 08:03 by Mr. Bad
OK, well, more Pigdog staffers came in with Christmas
wish lists over the weekend. I don't know what these are
supposed to prove, but I'd be remiss not to report them --
if only to publicly record their dreams, so when they're
dashed on 12/25/1999, we can all laugh at them.
Uh, OK, more lists.
Flesh:
Another chance to do New Orleans. This time w/o a fat
southern pedophile to ruin all the fun.
Two round trip tickets to Alaska- a month.
A nice big house on the side of a Mountain.
Thom Stark:
World peace
Universal harmony
Fluffy puppies for all humankind
Thom adds: "Oh..you meant what I REALLY want for Xmas?
Because my needs are simple, there's really only two things:"
Galactic Domination
Personal Immortality
Eugene:
a fully usable (Drexlerian) assembler, with a nice NanoCAD/simulator GUI.
a library of well-debugged designs for the above
a bottle of Laphroaig single malt to have a second data point vs Auchentoshan
a (wearable|implantable) Linux box automagically upgrading itself without breaking anything
have my H1B visa arrive soonest
a bottle of a cumulative smart drug which truly deserves the term
instant godhead toolkit (first point is a good substitute, though)
"Tricky" Rick Moen:
"I'd like to live just long enough to be there when they cut off your
head and stick it on a pike as a warning to the next ten generations
that some favors come with too high a price. I'd look up at your
lifeless eyes and wave like this."
Rick adds: Actually, most years, surviving Christmas
is gift enough. Life recommences after the 26th.
Crackmonkey:
A hole so deep that things you drop in it reappear in your
house
Mountains so tall that they freshen your breath
A diet soda so delicious that it can cure headaches
Paper so thin that it can pass through your body unnoticed
A Guinness so strong that it colors your socks
Espresso so dark that it causes you to go blind
An apartment so large that the front door never leads into
the same room twice in a row
A woman so tender that she crumbles to dust in my hands,
leaving me with nothing but a fond memory of what could have
