anon@CITI.UMICH.EDU.UUCP (04/01/87)
Forgive my inexperience at these things. I was just under the impression that such conversations are usually carried on elsewhere. I am being forced to filter my mail, to distill other more useful information on TCP/IP. This reminds me of my real mailbox, often stuffed with 5-cent ground beef coupons. Again, forgive my ignorance.
mckee@MITRE.ARPA.UUCP (04/04/87)
>Forgive my inexperience at these things. >I was just under the impression >that such conversations are usually carried on elsewhere. >I am being forced to filter my mail, >to distill other more useful information on TCP/IP. Come on, friend, lighten up, we are an eclectic group. If you have no use for an Illudium Q-2 Explosive Network Demodulator then I offer the following story concerning the relative skills of French and German diplomats. At a banquet celebrating the fiftieth birthday of a reigning Queen, whose name I will not mention for the sake of tact, every country contributed a typical dish to the meal. Unfortunately, the frijoles refritos from Mexico and garbanzos from Spain very soon affected the delicate digestion of the Queen. In a moment of silence, one could hear, very definitely from the seat of honor, the sound of escaping air. Immediately, the French Ambassador, purple-faced, was on his feet saying, "Madame, I beg you, mille pardons, but my digestive system has been very labile. I have been warned by my doctor to eat bland foods but have been unable to resist these delicacies." This, of course, was a serious diplomatic defeat for the other ambassadors present, and was particularly felt by the representative of the Third Reich, one Joachim von Ribbentrop. With a keen ear, he awaited another such happening from the royal presence, and when it occurred, he jumped to his feet, clicked his heels, and bowed, shouting, "Madame, this one and the next three are for the Third Reich."
anon@CITI.UMICH.EDU.UUCP (04/06/87)
Shades of James Watt and the Beach Boys. Apologies, everyone.