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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
radon@pigdog.org
Hawaiian Headbanger
by Baron Earl
You need to make a fruity tropical drink and you have no
recipe? Here's a mix recently tested by Pigdog's crack
bevertology team that's made with ingredients available
from most any grocery store. It tastes sweet, fruity, and
is perfect for guzzling on the last hot days of summer. (More...)
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by Patient Joab
Patient Joab's scientifick editorial discusses aspect
of the space-time-beer continuum never before processed by
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by Flesh
It’s election night. My wife and I are holed-up in this
hotel that my political party has rented out for the
evening. Outside, people are being violently beaten for
whom they voted for. Is this South Africa? Perhaps we’re in
Haiti or some Southern state during the 60’s. Of all the
places where this sort of thing happens, it’s mind-boggling
that we are in Portland, Maine. (More...)
Cyberbilly, Discovery of
by binky
I just came across this coolio essay by Pigdog Journal
Science Editor binky wedged between two staves in the back corner of the submissions
barrel. It's on the origin of the cyberbilly and is definitely de rigeur for
any serious student of this fascinating sociological movement. (More...)
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