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Date: Wed, 26 Feb 92 06:13:34 -0500
From: Joshua.R.Poulson@cyber.Widener.EDU
Subject: Usenet Oracularities Digest #415

* Please welcome Oracle Priest Joshua R Poulson as editor of the Usenet
* Oracularities for the next 6 months.  He's taking over for me while I'm
* in Barcelona, Spain working on a computer graphics project associated
* with the Summer Olympics there.  Look for our simulations of high jump,
* pole vault and high bar performances on TV in your country.  We expect
* that everything with the Oracle should work as usual during my absence
* -- I'll still be on the net.  Please report any problems to
* oracle-people@iuvax.cs.indiana.edu as before.
*         Hasta luego,                            Steve Kinzler

* Thanks for the welcome, have fun in Barcelona! --JRP

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Date: Wed, 26 Feb 92 06:13:41 -0500
From: Usenet Oracle <oracle-vote@iuvax.cs.indiana.edu>
Subject: Usenet Oracularity #415-01

Selected-By: Mark McCafferty <sgccmmc@citecuc.citec.oz.au>

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:

> why ask why?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} why not?
}
} You owe the Oracle a non-recursive question.

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Date: Wed, 26 Feb 92 06:13:44 -0500
From: Usenet Oracle <oracle-vote@iuvax.cs.indiana.edu>
Subject: Usenet Oracularity #415-02

Selected-By: gt2126b@prism.gatech.edu (PETROSKY,WILLIAM T)

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:

> Are objects in mirror really closer than they appear, or is  it  all
> just a plot by lawyers and insurance companies to cause accidents???

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} I'm  really  not  very  impressed  by the lack of grovelling in your
} question.  I'll let you off just this once, since I've  used  up  my
} <ZOT>  quota  for  the  day,  and Steve has been on my back recently
} about my abrupt treatment of supplicants.  Just treat  me  with  the
} respect I deserve next time, or you won't live to regret it.
}
} To answer your question, objects in mirrors and not closer than they
} appear, just smaller.  This was originally a plot by a consortium of
} beauty  therapists and plastic surgeons.  Their idea was that if all
} mirrors were to show up your reflection in all its larger than  life
} horridness,  you would feel worse about yourself than you already do
} and go get some treatment.
}
} The reason you just crashed your car is that you shouldn't have been
} pulling  out to overtake the funeral procession at such a high speed
} around a tight bend in the fog.
}
} You owe the Oracle a fully comprehensive insurance  policy  for  his
} Chariot of Fire.  And a nose job.

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Date: Wed, 26 Feb 92 06:13:45 -0500
From: Usenet Oracle <oracle-vote@iuvax.cs.indiana.edu>
Subject: Usenet Oracularity #415-03

Selected-By: engel@sj.ate.slb.com  (Mike Engelhardt)

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:

> Eh ...  (munch, munch, munch)  ...  what's up, doc?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} <ZOT> Heh, heh, heh I finawy got that wascal wabit!

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Date: Wed, 26 Feb 92 06:13:46 -0500
From: Usenet Oracle <oracle-vote@iuvax.cs.indiana.edu>
Subject: Usenet Oracularity #415-04

Selected-By: "Stephen C. Miller" <stcmille@copper.ucs.indiana.edu>

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:

> ...  calling International rescue ...  calling International  Rescue
> ...   come  in  please  ...  we are stranded on the Internet and out
> terminal is down ... we have been nearly kill -9'd several times ...
> we need help ... come in please ... calling International rescue ...

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} Great Scott! It's the bitalarm, and someone's in trouble!  I've  got
} to  duck  out of this charity ball as quietly as possible and get to
} the Bitcave ... . Pardon ... . 'Scuse me ... . Hello, Michelle, love
} the outfit ...  Pardon ...  .
}
}       MEANWHILE, IN AN UNDERGROUND CAVERN FAR BENEATH
}               THE QUIET STREETS OF THE CITY ... .
}
}       "we need help ...  come in please ...  calling International
}       rescue ... "
}
} "Mmmbahaha! Listen to the poor stranded ninny.  Did  someone  change
} his domain name while he was out touring the Internet? Ha! Now maybe
} he'll learn not to say no when I ask  for  root  privileges  on  his
} systems.  Turn off that scanner, I've heard enough of his whining!"
}
}       [The scanner is shut off.]
}
} "What  to  do,  what  to  do?   Shall  I  unplug his machine without
} executing a smooth powerdown, or just 'rm /etc/*'? Oooo, I love this
} part! I think tonight I'll warm up with an 'alias vi emacs.'"
}
} Not so fast, PowerUser.  Tonight I shut you down.
}
} "Bitman! How did you get here?"
}
} I've  written  a  Bitmail  program  which  was able to reply to your
} extortion  letters.   It  was  a  simple  matter  of  tracing   down
} evil.hideout.com.
}
} "Vey  clever, bitbrain.  But this postmaster is about to reject your
} letter.  Get him, boys!"
}
}       [Bam! Pow! <ZOT>! Biff!]
}
} So much for your multitasking, PowerUser.  From  now  on,  the  only
} program  you'll  be executing is the physical fitness regimen at the
} state pen.
}
} "I don't think so, Bitman.  Or should I say, ...  .  Oracle!"
}
} What?!?  What do you mean?
}
} "I've discovered your secret identity, Bitman.  You forgot  yourself
} in  the  heat of battle.  Who but the Usenet Oracle would be able to
} zot a henchman like that?"
}
} What's your point, PowerUser?
}
} "If you turn me in, I'll have a trial.  A very public trial, one  in
} which  I  can  guarantee  that  the  name  Usenet Oracle will figure
} prominently."
}
} It's more of a title than a name.
}
} "Whatever.  But of course, there's another choice, isn't there?  You
} leave me alone, and I'll leave you alone.  Both of you."
}
} First, restore the sysop's domain name and terminal.
}
} "Perhaps you don't understand -"
}
} NOW!
}
} "Yes,  yes, very well ...  .  There.  He's fine, though why you take
} such interest in -- what are you doing with that cable?"
}
} I'm rewiring you,  PowerUser.   The  Internet  is  dangerous  enough
} without scalliwags like you running around. From now on, if you want
} to read talk.crime.costumes, you'll have to do it the old  fashioned
} way.  By LISTSERV.
}
} "What?"
}
} I've converted your host, PowerUser.  You're now on BITNET --
}
} "BITNET! You wouldn't dare.  I know who you are!"
}
} -- and you're on a VM machine.
}
} "No!  Not  VM!  Please!  I'll  never  tell!  I'll  never reveal your
} identity! But please, please give me back Unix!"
}
} Too late, PowerUser.  The conversion's done.  I usually charge extra
} for  field  service  after hours, but this time, you only owe Bitman
} the merchandizing rights for the sequel.
}
} "And people think I'm evil! You're a fiend, Bitman."
}
} One last thing.  If you have any problems, give IBM tech  support  a
} call.
}
} "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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Date: Wed, 26 Feb 92 06:13:47 -0500
From: Usenet Oracle <oracle-vote@iuvax.cs.indiana.edu>
Subject: Usenet Oracularity #415-05

Selected-By: "Stephen C. Miller" <stcmille@copper.ucs.indiana.edu>

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:

> Hey, Oracle!
>
> Is Navindodolo a good kind of beer?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} Let us take a journey to a place where the Navindodolo roam ...
}
} Picture  if  you  will,  a  hot,  dusty  desert, with the occasional
} cactus.  In the distance, by what was once a creek (you can tell  by
} the  dead trees on its banks) there is a dark smudge.  Let's zoom in
} on it ...  feeling the heat are you, mortal (heh, heh, heh)?
}
} It's a one-street town.  The kind of town that might have  been  two
} streets  if someone hadn't realised how shitty the weather was here.
} Now, all that remains on these ghostly  streets  is  the  occasional
} tumble-weed and a new form of life, left behind by mankind.  Animate
} beer cans.
}
} Lucky for you, mortal, we are about to witness the arrival  a  group
} of  mean,  nasty,  cussin' band of beer cans that make Billy the Kid
} look like water.  Little baby Navindodolo beer cans are  nudged  off
} the  streets  by  their frantic mothers as the Beer Can Bandits roll
} into town.
}
} They stop, their way blocked by one lone, beer can.  A beer  can  to
} whom  Law  is  all and Disorder must be halted - by a bullet if need
} be.  A good kind of beer can - Sheriff Navindodolo.
}
} As the sheriff blasts the Beer  Can  Bandits  into  tiny  strips  of
} aluminium, you now know the answer to your question.  Navindodolo is
} a good kind of beer.
}
} You owe the Oracle a lifetime subscription to Navindodolo.

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Date: Wed, 26 Feb 92 06:13:49 -0500
From: Usenet Oracle <oracle-vote@iuvax.cs.indiana.edu>
Subject: Usenet Oracularity #415-06

Selected-By: DAVIS@licr.dn.mu.oz.au

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:

> To:  ORACLE
>
> Oh amazingly portentious, melifulous Oracle, whose toejam I  am  not
> fit  to  consume,  whose  bellybutton  lint  I  am unfit to use as a
> tampon, please answer me this humbly asked question.
>
> I am constantly sickened by the merriment and joy that I witness  on
> this,  the anniversary of the St.  Valentine's Day Massacre.  People
> dress up in bright clothing, give candy to everyone in  the  office,
> and  put  little  hearts  on  everything.   That's one thing I don't
> understand, why people think that a disembodied heart with an  arrow
> through  it  is a symbol of love and sweaty snuggle-bunnies.  To me,
> that symbolizes the tragedy of the massacre.  I don't understand it.
> Every  year  I dress in black in mourning for the victims, yet every
> year, people look at me strangely for doing it.
>
> Could you please explain this strange human custom to  me?   I  seek
> enlightenment  so  that  I  can  properly  de-program my office from
> celebrating such a  sad  anniversary  in  such  a  mockingly  joyous
> manner.
>
> I tremble in anticipation of your wise answer.

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} [Wild - this is a repeat. I refused to answer this before, and I get
} it again.  Kinzler, what are the odds on that?]
}
} You're not Irish, are you?
}
} Basically, St.  Valentine's Day is a  huge  wake  for  the  victims.
} People  also realize subconsciously that they could be the victim of
} random violence any day, any place, and they celebrate the fact that
} this hasn't happened to them yet.
}
} In fact, several people choose to celebrate this day in the way that
} they know best - they get laid.
}
} So stop dressing in black! You're the death of the  party!  Get  out
} there  and  celebrate that people were killed, and none of them were
} you!
}
} As far as the disembodied,  punctured  heart  goes,  that's  another
} primitive "warding-off" symbol, like the wake itself. If you've ever
} been in love, and had the OTHER person break it off, you  understand
} what it means. People use this symbol in hope that it doesn't happen
} to them.
}
} You owe the Oracle a chocolate bunny with an arrow through it.   No,
} wait, that's not right ...

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Date: Wed, 26 Feb 92 06:13:51 -0500
From: Usenet Oracle <oracle-vote@iuvax.cs.indiana.edu>
Subject: Usenet Oracularity #415-07

Selected-By: Karyanta

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:

> Oh, most wise oracle, who's feet I am  not  worthy  to  drool  upon,
> please answer my most humble question:
>
> What  happens to my socks that disappear between putting them in the
> washer and not finding them in the dryer?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

}                 THE INVESTIGATIVE REPORTERS' GROUP
}                        in conjunction with
}                         RIVERA PRODUCTIONS
}                             present a
}                   GERALDO RIVERA SPECIAL REPORT:
}
}                              DRYERS:
}              Household Appliance or Gateway to Hell?
}
} "Hello, this is Geraldo Rivera."
}
} <applause>
}
} "As you may  or  may  not  be  aware,  for  years  there  have  been
} mysterious disappearances stemming from this device ...  "
}
} <walks over and bangs a Kenmore washer on the side>
}
} "The common theory is that forgetful people accidentally drop things
} while inserting or removing clothing from the dryer.  But Dr.   Jack
} Shyster of Cypress Community College has a different theory. We have
} him with us in the studio tonight via  a  satellite  downlink.   Dr.
} Shyster?"
}
} <Unnecessarily large video screen behind Geraldo turns on, giving us
} an excellent view of Dr.  Shyster and his protruding nose hairs.>
}
} Shyster:  "Hello, Geraldo!"
}
} "Hello, Dr. Shyster. I'm sure the audience is on tenterhooks waiting
} for you to reveal your theory."
}
} Shyster:  "Well, it's quite simple, Geraldo.  The electrons produced
} from the static electricity all garments  have,  combined  with  the
} rotational property of the dryer's drum, turns every household dryer
} into a cyclotron."
}
} "Fascinating, Doctor.  But how does this explain the disappearance?"
}
} Shyster:  "This particle acceleration disrupts the local  space-time
} continuum,  effectively  ...   "  <pauses for dramatic effect> " ...
} opening a gateway into another dimension!!"
}
} Audience:  "Ooooooooooohh ...  "
}
} "Thank you for that report, Dr.  Shyster."
}
} <walks over to the Kenmore again>
}
} "Tonight, we're going to put Dr.  Shyster's theory to the test.  I'm
} going to be loaded-- along with some wool socks-- into this dryer."
}
} Audience:  "Ooooooooooohh ...  "
}
} "When  the  dryer  is in motion, I'll be reporting what I see to you
} via this surgically implanted microphone."
}
} Audience:  "Ooooooooooohh ...  "
}
} <Two burly stagehands lumber out and  unceremoniously  toss  Geraldo
} into
}  the dryer.  Then one throws in a basketfull of argyle socks>
}
} <over loudspeakers> "A bit cramped, but I'll manage."
}
} <The stagehand then closes the lid and presses the "Start" button>
}
} "A bit disorient <thump> ing, but I think I <thump> can manage ... "
}
} <Time passes>
}
} "Static's <thump> building up ...  I  think  <thump>  I'm  going  to
} <thump> barf first <thump> though."
}
} <A dull glow illuminates the window of the dryer>
}
} "I  see  something!  <thump>  It's like a <thump> dirty window being
} <thump> washed, clearing <thump> right before my <thump> eyes!"
}
} <The glow gets brighter>
}
} "Socks! I see <thump> socks! Thousands of socks! Cover  <thump>  ing
} everything!   Wait!   <thump>  Something's  moving,  <thump>  coming
} closer!"
}
} <The glow becomes impossible to look at>
}
} "Why, It's Snuggles, <thump> the fabric softener <thump> bear!  He's
} walking  this  <thump> way! Wait, no, he's <thump> licking his lips!
} <thump, sounds of tearing fabric and metal banging> Please! No!  Oh,
} my God! Aaaaaargh!"
}
} <Static  comes  over  the  loudspeaker.   The window of the dryer is
} splattered with a red liquid.  The glow fades away>

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Date: Wed, 26 Feb 92 06:13:52 -0500
From: Usenet Oracle <oracle-vote@iuvax.cs.indiana.edu>
Subject: Usenet Oracularity #415-08

Selected-By: John.McCartney@ebay.sun.com ( The Lion of Symmetry )

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:

> I have recently listened to the sermons of jerry falwell.   He  says
> that  unless  I  stop  sinning, I will go to hell.  Which sins is he
> specifically referring to?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} Now Tammy, I think even you know the answer to that  question.   Now
} that  Jimmy  is up the river, you had to support your habit somehow.
} Your only hope for eternal salvation, and for that youthfully smooth
} skin  for which you have been searching so long, is to stop applying
} that bloody makeup with a garden spade.  Then your penance  will  be
} served  and you can stop punishing yourself by inflicting Jerry upon
} your ears.  We won't even  mention  that  other  slightly  unsavoury
} business with the Governor of Louisiana.
}
} You owe the Oracle an airsick bag ...  oops, sorry, too late.

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Date: Wed, 26 Feb 92 06:13:53 -0500
From: Usenet Oracle <oracle-vote@iuvax.cs.indiana.edu>
Subject: Usenet Oracularity #415-09

Selected-By: CLHP19@vaxb.strathclyde.ac.uk

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:

> Oh thrilling and demonic  Oracle,  grant  me  this  morsel  of  your
> wisdom.  How can I get a rhetorician?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} A little more groveling next time, supplicant, unless you'd like  to
} experience a thrilling <ZOT>.
}
} The  Oracle  divines  from your mortal use of the English word "get"
} that the rhetoritician is  either  a  potential  employee,  romantic
} interest, or enemy (or any combination of the above).  In any of the
} above cases, your object appears to be to bring this rhetoriti- cian
} under your complete control.
}
} Well, whatever you do, DON'T use rhetoric! For any course of action,
} rhetoricians can come up with 500 convincing reasons to take it, and
} 500  reasons not to.  Every ordinary mortal understands that desires
} come first, THEN reasons, but rhetoriticians tend to become ensnared
} in  their  own  logical  webs  and  are  sick, confused misfits as a
} result.  They are usually relegated to marginal occupations such  as
} law, the military, medicine, and politics.
}
} The  Oracle  counsels  you to use subliminal methods.  Have yourself
} airbrushed into the ice cubes, clouds, pudding, etc.  along with the
} word  'SUBMIT'  in  advertisements that will appear in magazines you
} know the rhetoritician reads.  Have messages of  submission  to  you
} woven  into  elevator,  department store, grocery store, etc., muzak
} and popular music you know the rhetoritician listens to (this  is  a
} favorite of the Oracle's pal Satan).  Produce one of those half-hour
} 'infomercials' all about the benefits of doing what YOU  want.   Put
} yourself up for sale on the Home Shopping Network; the rhetoritician
} won't know until the credit card statement arrives that in  reality,
} YOU own the rhetoritician.
}
} If  all  else  fails, you can try 1) being nice to the rhetoritician
} and/or 2) offering the rhetoritician money.
}
} You owe the Oracle the crack of dawn.

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Date: Wed, 26 Feb 92 06:13:55 -0500
From: Usenet Oracle <oracle-vote@iuvax.cs.indiana.edu>
Subject: Usenet Oracularity #415-10

Selected-By: CLHP19@vaxb.strathclyde.ac.uk

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:

> I'll say, I brought the fight near the  Keep,  struggled  valiantly,
> and gave you the perfect oppurtunity to cast your spells.  What took
> you so long?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} I'm sorry all of our lines are busy, please stay  on  the  line  and
} your call will be answered in the order it was received.

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