Surfin the net From: tlc@chroma.med.miami.edu (Terri Cutherell) So I think I'm in the clear the boss is no where in sight I logon to the web and start to surf and then my hair stands up with fright the footsteps coming down the hall are quickening in pace there is no time to exit no way to save my face so I press the power button and relax just a bit there is no way he can tell exactly what I hit I act all surprised don't know why my machine died "simply unpredictable these computers are!" I cried "So we'll get you a new one a computer that won't crash" he exclaims Do you think he'll wonder when the new one acts the same? (now I'll get back to work) =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= I shot a query into the 'net. I haven't got an answer yet, But seven people gave me hell And said I ought to learn to spell; A posted message called me rotten For ignoring mail I'd never gotten; An angry message asked me, Please Don't send such drivel overseas; A lawyer sent me private mail And swore he'd slap my a** in jail -- I'd mentioned Un*x in my gem And failed to add the T and M; One netter thought it was a hoax: "Hereafter, post to net dot jokes!"; And called my grammar vile And criticized my writing style. Each day I scan each Subject line In hopes the topic will be mine; I shot a query into the 'net. I haven't got an answer yet ... with thanks to Steve Greenfield =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=