From oracle-request Mon Jan 23 08:53:44 1995 Received: by moose.cs.indiana.edu (5.65c/9.4jsm) id AA00801; Mon, 23 Jan 1995 08:53:44 -0500 Date: Mon, 23 Jan 1995 08:53:44 -0500 From: To: oracle-list Subject: Usenet Oracularities #707 Reply-To: oracle-vote X-Face: #uz~Ma5G?lX"lQv,9/$d0hEy7pk]l$U^|3Otd8>?b"!\/AE_F0Lm!['3"[}DQFw9 qxsx)mp$|3:}1pa:lK6H"H8TH+;E(w1r09e:3vpnx4zyC.v?+v%088"=)bs-,Q[: c2NWk',v>VQ^Hhf_zG5Okg;[vkGO%8`7T*XW0SepJNfCbVa",Dmvk-C/K|-uX*!e uK1Yc!-``R-$q(;"a@3 sgw_x[EK!Z)HJ~yxbd+mg{krWs0NA!1h/aXR X-Planation: X-Face can be viewed with cs.indiana.edu:/pub/faces. === 707 ================================================================== Title: Usenet Oracularities #707 Compiled-By: "Steve Kinzler" Date: Mon, 23 Jan 1995 08:53:44 -0500 To find out all about the Usenet Oracle, including how to participate, send mail to oracle@cs.indiana.edu with the word "help" in the subject line. Let us know what you like! Send your ratings of these 10 Oracularities on an integer scale of 1 ("very poor") to 5 ("very good") with the volume number to oracle-vote@cs.indiana.edu (probably just reply to this message). For example: 707 2 1 3 4 3 5 3 3 4 1 702 68 votes eacei 6goi4 66jne 1gqi7 3kne8 igi79 5khj7 3goeb cerd2 9eog5 702 3.0 mean 3.2 3.0 3.5 3.2 3.1 2.6 3.0 3.2 2.7 2.9 --- 707-01 --------------------------------------------------------------- Selected-By: "Alyce Wilson" The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was: > Who are you? And in response, thus spake the Oracle: } The question clearly belongs to the Set of Philosophical Ponderings } S_pp which we all sooner or later are going to ask ourselves. Questions } like: Who am I? What am I here for? Where do I come from? Where do I go } and why am I only travelling second class? } } These should not be confused with those belonging to the Set of Trivial } Forgetfullness, say: Did I forget to switch off the iron? How old am I? } Why did I put the newspaper in the fridge? Did P actually equal NP? } } But indeed, as an oracle, I have often asked myself your very question: } "Who am I?" and when I did, the voices in my head always got into a } fight: } } (General shouting) } } - QUIET! We have just received a broadcast packet on the spinal cord } backbone from the cerebral cortex. It says: "Who am I?". } } - Oh, no, not agaiiiin! I thought he *was* through his midway } crisis, I mean after all, the mid-life of an oracle only lasts so } many million years. } } - Yeah, yeah. But, hey, let's not forget that he had a hard time } last month trying to explain to his wife that he did in fact NOT } open the Christmas presents before the 25'th, he just *knew* what } was in them. So, let's not be rough on him. } } - Okay, he wants to know who he is. Any ideas? } } - I say, let's make him believe that he is O. J. Simpson, that } should prove to be some fun. Or Papa Smurf perhaps? } } - Voice 5, stop being childish. And Voice 3, will you please stop } hitting Voice 2 with your microphone... Thank you. } } - Now, where were I.. } } - Der Blitz ist an der Flachmatuche. } } - And you! Stop synchronizing in bad German. PLEASE! Suggestions? } } - The Surgeon General says that you are what you eat! } } - Which would make him an infant virgin at fullmoon? I don't think } so! } } - HEY! Listen.. Instead of this fight why don't we just find an } answer which will make him happy, so we can get back and watch the } Super Bowl? } } - Yeah! } } - Great idea.. } } - Hear, hear! } } .... } } I have been pondering upon your question deeply, and thus is my answer: } } Ich bin ein Berliner. } } Huh? --- 707-02 --------------------------------------------------------------- Selected-By: "Bill McMillan" The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was: > Oh Great Oracle, > > Is there anybody else in this galaxy besides us? And if there are why > haven't they contacted us yet? And in response, thus spake the Oracle: } Why yes, splurgeous supplicant, it just so happens that I also answer } questions for a curious race of bipedal beings on a blue-green planet } with a yellow sun over in the opposite arm of the Galaxy. I'm not sure } you'd really call them intelligent though. } } As for why they haven't been in touch, they're a bit confused; some } want to build giant radiotelescopes, others reckon on the power of } their minds (bit of a joke really)...however they did launch a thing } called Voyager which should reach these parts in a few billion years, } more by luck than judgement. } } I could always pass on a message for you; but you'd probably wipe each } other out in a war over who gets to change all their internet } addresses. } } You owe the Oracle a break from all those questions about sproolgeeps. --- 707-03 --------------------------------------------------------------- Selected-By: "Bill McMillan" The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was: > Oh, Oracle and god, > Who protects us and guides us. > Greater than Elvis, > and stronger than most composite metals - > Answer this question, dammit! > (Sorry - that was a typo - forgive me.) > > If the U.S. hadn't gotten involved in WWII, Ronald Reagan wouldn't > have been able to act in all thsoe cheesy WWII movies. Would he still > have been president? If not, who else? Why? And in response, thus spake the Oracle: } "Orrie!" } } Yes Lisa? } } "It's the screenwriters of 'The Philadelphia Experiment III' on } the line. They're looking for more plot twists." } } Ehhhh....*ZOT* 'em. I'm composing my reply back to Bill Gates } regarding his recent purchase of the CIA. } } "But Orrie...he included a halfway decent grovel. He even compared } you to The King." } } Does he mention woodchucks? } } "Nope. Get this...'Who protects us and guides us.'" } } Hummm...catchy. Lemme see. (reads over Lisa's shoulder) Hummm, } the Big Guy could get a little miffed about the first line, though. } Hey, what's this "dammit" stuff? } } "It's a typo, dear." } } Welll....okay. Lemme fire off a quick reply then. } } DEAR SUPPLICANT: } If the US hasn't gotten involved in WWII, then you would be referring } to me as "Herr Orakle" anyway. Ronald Reagan would be dead at this } point, shot to death while staging a heroic raid with Bob Dole on the } State Of California Gestapo Headquarters. The President would have a } fondness to Sauerkraut, if you catch my drift. And the national mascot } would have been changed from a Eagle to a Lemur. } } You owe the Oracle some Polish Sausage and a map to the Eastern Front. --- 707-04 --------------------------------------------------------------- Selected-By: "Alyce Wilson" The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was: > Who is your grany ? And in response, thus spake the Oracle: } Tsk, Tsk, Tsk... } } To begin with I'll ignore the fact that you didn't fill your weekly } grovelling quotient (grabs a clipboard and, with a discouraging nod, } makes some notes). Second, I'll ignore the fact that you are obviously } unable to spell the word GRAVY. } } But, I, the Usenet Oracle, will overlook your shortcomings and tell you } who my gravy is. } } My preferred gravy is Heinz(tm) Homestyle beef gravy. Not only is it } the most personable, but the little lumps are just adorable, and I } can't wait until they grow up to be big lumps and perhaps become } President of the United States. } } I also was always partial to that delicious, yet enigmatic, yellow } gravy that is served in fine high school eating establishments across } the country. This gravy isn't as talkative, however. I still cannot } get any response but "yellow" when I ask it what flavor it is, so I } doubt it would be any challenge in the Presidential debates. } } Finally, in a pinch, I could eat Gravy Train(tm) Dog Food. Sure, it's } not TECHNICALLY gravy, but the watered-down bits of leftover horse } parts and pig lips go down well with my evening glass of champagne. I } don't see Gravy Train ever becoming President, but that office is } usually left for the ambitious ones, anyway. } } *** You owe the Oracle a truckload of horse parts and pig lips, and a } bottle of good, dry, champagne. --- 707-05 --------------------------------------------------------------- Selected-By: Pitr Dubovich The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was: > I've been asked to write a "System and Software Requirements > Specification" document for a customer, but can't really talk to them > about it. Can you give me some good requirements? And in response, thus spake the Oracle: } CUSTOMER V1.0 } ------------- } System and Software Requirements Specification } ---------------------------------------------- } } Section (1): User Interface } } The prime function of the Customer is to interface at one side with } information from the advertizing media, and at the other with the } points of sale of retail outlets. To this end, they should have } sufficient media literacy to take in a message from a TV screen, and } sufficient dexterity to use a credit card. } } Section (2): Processing capability } } Adverts should be assessed on the basis of style, glamour and the use } of vintage pop tunes subsequently re-released and becoming hits. } } Product desirability is assessed as a function of "bang per buck" and } is unrelated to actual function. } } Arithmetic ability need be accurate only to 20%, as this is the amount } by which credit card companies will up your limit if you accidentally } go over. Pentium processors are therefore specified. } } Section (3): System security } } Sociological analysis of adverts must occasionally be performed for } self-image maintenance, but should take no more than 1% of run time. } } Comparison of income with credit repayments should occur at random } intervals. } } It is confidentially recommended that a "gullibility trap" should be } provided allowing guaranteed uncritical response to adverts when this } is deemed in the national interest. } ----- } } You owe the oracle an anti-virus package to remove the Woodchuck virus } from Supplicant 3.1. --- 707-06 --------------------------------------------------------------- Selected-By: Jonathan "Dr. Who" Monsarrat The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was: > How big is Gordon's head? And in response, thus spake the Oracle: } Yo Supplicant dude: } } Gordon's head is soooooooo big that when he passed the satellite store } he said, "hey, are those hats on sale?" } } You owe the Oracle a dozen dozen's and a couple of snaps! --- 707-07 --------------------------------------------------------------- Selected-By: Ken McGlothlen The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was: > And in response, thus spake the Oracle: } Well, don't just gape! Ask a question! Come on! I don't have all } day, you know! There's other people what have a better idea what they } want waitin' as well! Oh, forget it. } } Priests, remove this quivering doofus. Priests? Hey! Priests! What } the heck? Is it coffee break already? } } Hello? Anybody here at all? Typical. Everybody takes off and leaves } me to handle the whole show. Can't even leave a decent supplicant } here to occupy my time. } } You know, it's just as well you turned mute. You'd probably have } asked some stupid question and been blasted back where you came from. } The little pile of ashes you people always leave behind has clogged up } three of those industrial vacuum systems they advertise on TV. Those } things aren't cheap, either. } } >sigh< } } I may as well go for coffee, too. This place is like The Void when } everyone's gone. } } You owe the Oracle a better vacuum than the one that came with this } question. --- 707-08 --------------------------------------------------------------- Selected-By: Sid Dabster The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was: > Will I pull out to a b- in chemistry? And in response, thus spake the Oracle: } Mad Dog cruised the sky. He was the flight leader today, but so } far his patrol showed no signs of trouble. He glanced over at his } wingman, Cold Cock. Between him and Cold Cock, it would be hard to } miss anything. } } Mad Dog glanced at the radar. The F-31 "Beerguzzler" had an } exceptioally sensitive unit, good for 100 miles, but there was no } activity... Wait a minute... Uh oh, three blips, closing fast. } } "Cold Cock, you see 'em?" } } "Roger, Mad Dog. Closin' fast." } } "Accelerate to attack speed and arm your weapons." } } Soon the enemy fighters were in visual range. Mad Dog got a good } look at them. MiGs. MiG-43 "Graduates", to be exact, and they bore } the red-ink insignia of the elite Khemistroika unit. This was going to } be trouble. } } "Mad Dog, one's on my tail!", screamed Cold Cock through the radio. } } "Hang on, buddy!" } } Mad Dog swooped in behind the MiG that was tailing Cold Cock. He } armed a missle, targeted, and fired. It went wide to the left and } missed. } } "Mad Dog, what happened?!", said Cold Cock. } } "I don't know, I fired a No. 4 missle at him that should have hit, } but it didn't connect" } } "They're using Scantron scramblers, Mad Dog. You have to use a No. 2 } only!!!" } } Mad Dog armed the No. 2 missles, but his momentary mistake was about } to cost him. The MiG had hit Cold Cock's fighter. } } "Mad Dog, I'm going down!" } } "Eject!! Eject!!" } } "I can't! Ejection has failed! All my answers have failed!" } } Mad Dog's stomach churned as Cold Cock's jet hit the ocean below and } exploded, sending up a geyser of spray. Then his own jet lurched. It } began to fall towards the ocean. } } A foreign voice came over the radio. "I see that two are going to } fail their finals today!" Go to hell, Mad Dog thought. Then his } attention turned back to his current dilemma } } Pull out!, pull out! Thirty seconds to impact. Mad Dog's mind } raced. He strained on the controls, trying to level the crippled } aircraft. Fifteen seconds. The airplane started to come out of it's } deadly dive. Five seconds. Got it! The fighter leveled just fifty } feet above the water. Mad Dog kicked in the afterburners and raced for } home. } } The foreign voice came back over the radio. "You may get away, but } your squadron be minus one now. Remember that, American." } } I will., thought Mad Dog. --- 707-09 --------------------------------------------------------------- Selected-By: Christophe The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was: > Why can't we win? And in response, thus spake the Oracle: } Odin looked up. "What was that?" } } The silence lingered. The other gods looked uncomfortable. } "All right, who said that?" Odin demanded. After a few more } seconds, a lesser diety stepped forward. "Now," said Odin, } glaring at the upstart with his good eye, "WHAT did you say?" } } "I said, 'Why can't we win?'" } } "Because we're SUPPOSED to lose, you idiot! It's in any basic } textbook on Norse mythology!" Odin raved. "I never heard such } a STUPID question in my life! I ought to--" Odin hesitated as } Loki leaned over to whisper into his ear. After a moment, Odin } grinned maliciously. "What's your name, son?" } } "Oracle." } } "Oracle, you won't be coming to Ragnarok with the rest of us. } I have something else in mind for you, something more in line } with your, ah, talent for asking questions...." } * } } And thank you SO much for reminding Me of that little episode. } You owe the Oracle an eye. --- 707-10 --------------------------------------------------------------- Selected-By: dsew@packrat.aml.arizona.edu (David Sewell) The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was: > Great Oracle, whose turgidity launched a thousand theses, please > quench my thirst for knowledge. > > How high does the 'bad luck' plane of black cats operate? For > instance, if a black cat crossed the intersection of 3rd and Elm, would > it interfere with aircraft? If a cat laid down on its side and did the > "Curly Spin", would it affect the entire planet? What happens if the > orbit of an alien homeworld crosses the 'bad luck' plane? If space is > really curved, are we all actually in the middle of the 'bad luck' > plane of every cat in the universe? I'm getting paranoid! And in response, thus spake the Oracle: } Just a moment while I crank up my Cray.... } } [a moment] } } Interesting. It seems as though every point in the universe } is crossed by the plane of a black cat with two exceptions. } One occurs at a familiar address here in Indiana and the } other seems to float about so as to constantly contain David } Copperfield. This explains much. If you want to know more, } you can read my soon-to-be-Nobel-Prize winning paper in next } month's issue of AIR.