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Dr Pepper, please. I was sucked by a CS wormhole into an alternate universe of pain and off-by-one errors.
------------------ "In literature as in love we are astounded by what is chosen by others." Andre Maurois Onii7/Frinkruds and his funky forums macgamer.net
You got it, Darkk. Serves up a DP. Enjoy.
------------------ -Traek Cicion, barkeep extraordinaire "PS: If nothing's working around here, it's because I'm laughing so hard." -Durandal
Hey Darkk, what CS class are you taking? That sound a lot like assembly language programming.
------------------ "That was quick." "Well you know, when you don't do it right it doesn't take as long."
Assembly is either next semester or the one after that. I'm doing sorts :D. Fun with off by one errors.
Oh, and when we do assembly, we will make compilers with it. Joy.
A large rift opens in space-time next to the bar. A large plaster orangutan pops out, followed by several vintage 30's cars and a number of unidentifiable objects.
Round of Dr Pepper, I just got my best record in a magic tourney yet: 3-2. Also, I got my wisdom teeth pulled (all of them) and a growth on my foot sliced off.
Funzies.
Dr. Peppers for all! Lifts a glass high in the air Here's good luck to Darrky's ventures, Darkky's out of his indentures! And another free drink to anyone who catches that reference!
Gee, looks like the Fleet Admiral has had a fun week....
Nods to the barkeep, Cold bottle of Lapin Kulta please.
------------------ Oh, so it is another bug hunt then...
Well, I guess not everyone has good weeks. Although, there was this one time...
yakitty yakkity
Captain Pharris downs his scotch then proceeds to burst in to song, inspired by Cicion, and the Dr. Pepper that is slid down the bar to he and his crew, who burst out in accompaniment:
For I am I Pirate king! (He is, Hurrah for the pirate king) And it is, it is, a glorious thing to be a pirate king!
Now pour the pirate sherry, barkeep, before I start with the rest of the score.
------------------ NEW NAME FOR THE DREADNOUGHT The Hard-Boiled Egg Why? Because she cant be beaten!
(This message has been edited by Captain Pharris (edited 03-15-2003).)
If you can sing the entire piece from Pirates of Penzance I'll give you a cookie. I can't remember its name though... Something about major generals and vegetables.
I am the very model of a modern major general I've information vegetable animal and mineral I know the kings of England and I quote the fights historical from Marathon to Waterloo in order categorical....Inhales deeply I'm very well acquainted to with matters manthematical I understand equations both the simple and quadratical about binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot of news,Pause. Lot of news...hmm, that's a tough one. Aha! Wiiith many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse!
Patrons suddenly assemble into a chorus behind the barkeep, and sing"With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse, with many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse, with many cheerful facts about the square of the hypote-potenuse!"
I am very good at integral and differential calculus I know the scientific names of beings animalculus, in short in matters vegetable animal and mineral I am the very model of a modern major general! "In short in matters vegetable animal and mineral, he is the very model of a modern major general!"
Is that satisfactory, or shall I go through the other two verses? All memory, by the way. I'm currently rehearsing for a production of Pirates at school, as the Sergeant.
Very impressive. But can you do it while tied upside down underwater with a block of high explosives tied to your chest with a 30 second timer and a large sword tied by a thread hanging above you?
Oh yes, and surrounded by ill-tempered sea bass at the same time.
LCA fades into focus from somewhere else. "Er, I can do that..." "...and with sharks too, none of these sea bass thingies..." and fades back out of focus again.
somewhere in the background the sound of a scythe being sharpened may have been heard, and it wouldn't be for the sea bass either...
/me sits down and shuts up before a big cleaver separates heads from shoulders.
SQUEAK!
The Death of Rats spun it's scythe and scuttled off after a mouse that had inadvertently strayed too close to one of the bar's older "hot" Meat Pies, and died of a heart attack.
I'd like to order some Dr. Pepper. Good grief the CS woes.
Shall we drink to scholarly burdens?
Aye. /me drinks way too much DP, goes into a caffiene frenzy.
Spamo dives under the bar to avoid a spinning Darkk, but loses his mug of GreenyBlue.
Drat.