edward@pro-harvest.cts.com (Edward Floden) (12/17/89)
A VISIT FROM SAINT WOZ by Marty Knight 'Twas the night before Christmas, no sounds through the house, the printer's not buzzing; no clicking of mouse. The floppies are stored in their cases with care in hopes that St. Wozniak soon will be there. The children are nestled, all snug in their beds, while TransWarp GS's dance in their heads. I need 3 more megs, but RAM costs a mint. I'm nodding off waiting for my printer to print. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I woke with a start shouting, "NOW WHAT'S THE MATTER?" Awakened from slumber I jumped up to look, tripped over the dog and knocked over my books. The moon shining onto the new fallen snow made a 640-pallette with objects below. When what to my poor bloodshot eyes should appear but SHR graphics (and stereo sound for my ears!) waving Jim Merritt's brand new GSOS, I knew right away that it must be Saint Woz. More rapid than TransWarp, the menus they came. He clicked and he dragged and he called them by name. "Now Pulldowns, now Buttons, now Dialogs, too. On Finder, Go Claris, Forever Apple II! Increase AII marketing--at Barney don't scoff! Quit pushing the Mac or I'll lay you all off! You know lame excuses make customers sad; pushing Macs in the schools make Apple II users mad." So up to the housetop his menus they flew with AWGS, HyperStudio, and Saint Wozniak, too. I listened intently with my two little ears to Jam Session GS spreading holiday cheer. As I was scratching my head and was turning around down the chimney Saint Wozniak came with a bound. He wore sneakers, a cap, t-shirt, and blue jeans stained with cream soda just under the knees. A sack of new software he had slung on his back and he looked like a hacker there searching his pack. His eyes twinkled brightly, his dimples so merry, his cheeks like twin apples, his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth smiled a smile oh so grand, a full bearded chin, stacks of disks in his hands. A thick slice of pizza he held tight with his teeth while the steam from it circled his head like a wreath. A plump little face and a round little belly; he laughed and it shook like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump; a right jolly old elf. I laughed when I saw him, for he resembled myself. He winked his right eye and he twisted his head, so I knew deep inside I had nothing to dread. He said not a word, just went right to work. He hacked and he and programmed, then he turned with a jerk. Then placing his finger on top of that mess, and then giving a nod, software for the GS! He leaped to his sleigh as it rose from the ground, up into the sky, and when he turned 'round I heard him exclaim, 'ere he flew out of sight, "Apple II Forever, and to all a good night!" [Marty Knight is an AFL on America Online.] UUCP: crash!pro-harvest!edward ProLine: edward@pro-harvest ARPA: crash!pro-harvest!edward@nosc.mil CIS: 73220.1624@compuserve.com INET: edward@pro-harvest.cts.com America Online: EdwardF4 BITNET: edward%pro-harvest.cts.com@nosc.mil GEnie: E.FLODEN