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The man found himself swept up on the shore of an island. There was nothing else anywhere to be seen. No person, no supplies, nothing. The man looked around. There were some bananas and coconuts, but that was it. He was desperate, and forlorn, but decided to make the best of it. So for the next four months he ate bananas, drank coconut juice and mostly looked to the sea mightily for a ship to come to his rescue.
One day, from around the corner of the island came a rowboat. In it was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, or at least seen in four months. She was tall, tanned, and her blond hair flowing in the sea breeze gave her an almost ethereal quality. She rowed her boat towards him.
In disbelief, he asked, "Where did you come from? How did you get here"?
She said, "I rowed from the other side of the island. I landed on this
island when my cruise ship sank."
"Amazing", he said, "I didn't know anyone else had survived. How many of
you are there? You must have been really lucky to have a rowboat wash-up
with you."
"It is only me", she said, "and the rowboat didn't wash up, nothing else
did."
"Well then", said the man, "how did you get the rowboat?"
"I made the rowboat out of raw material that I found on the island," replied
the woman. "The oars were whittled from Gum tree branches, I wove the bottom
from Palm branches, and the sides and stern came from a Eucalyptus tree."
"But, but," asked the man, "what about tools and hardware, how did you do
that?"
"Oh, no problem," replied the woman, "on the south side of the island there
is a very unusual strata of alluvial rock exposed. I found that if I fired
it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into forgeable ductile
iron. I used that for tools, and used the tools to make the hardware. But,
enough of that, where do you live?"
At last the man was forced to confess that he had been sleeping on the beach.
"Well, let's row over to my place", she said. So they both got into the
rowboat and left for her side of island.
The woman easily rowed them around to a wharf that led to the approach to her place. She tied up the rowboat with a beautifully woven hemp rope. They walked up a stone walk and around a Palm tree, there stood an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white.
"It's not much," she said, "but I call it home. Would you like to have a
drink?"
"No," said the man, "one more coconut juice and I will puke."
"It won't be coconut juice," the woman replied. "I have a still, how about
a Pina Colada?" Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepted,
and they sat down on her couch to talk.
After a while, and they had exchanged their stories, the woman asked, "Tell
me, have you always had a beard?"
"No", the man replied, "I was clean shaven all of my life, and even on the
cruise ship".
"Well, if you would like to shave, there is a man's razor upstairs in the
cabinet in the bathroom."
The man, no longer questioning anything, went upstairs to the bath room. There in the cabinet was a razor made from a bone handle, two shells honed to a hollow ground edge were fastened on to its end inside of a swivel mechanism. The man shaved, showered and went back down stairs.
"You look great," said the woman. "I think I will go up and slip into something more comfortable." After a short time, she returned wearing fig leafs strategically positioned and smelling faintly of gardenia.
"Tell me," she asked, "we have both been out here for a very long time with no companionship. You know what I mean. Have you been lonely, is there anything that you really miss? Something that all men and woman need. Something that it would be really nice to have right now."
"Yes there is," the man replied, as he moved closer to the woman while fixing a winsome gaze upon her, "You mean you actually figured out some way to make an Internet connection?"
Being a hacker is kind of being a supermodel. Eventually you grow up and move on.
You know you are an Internet Junkie when...
When asked to your address, your answer begins with http://
Instead of calling you to dinner, your spouse sends e-mail.
You chat with your fingers, not your mouth.
You use Netscape 4.72, and you check every week whether
version 4.73 was released.
You know the difference between Java and Javascript.
Most of your friends have an @ in their names.
In order to watch CNN you move to www.cnn.com
On your business card the e-mail appears before the phone
number.
You find yourself typing "com" after every period when
using a word processor.com
You check your mail. It says "no new messages." So you
check it again.
You can perfectly imitate the sound pattern of your modem
connecting to your ISP.
You can think of nineteen keystroke symbols that are far
more clever than :-).
You are told about a new program, and you are disappointed
to find that it is a TV program.
Not only do you check your email more often than your
paper mail, but you remember your network address faster than your postal one.
You wake up at 3 a.m. to go to the bathroom and stop to
check your e-mail on the way back to bed.
Customer: "Can you copy the Internet for me on this diskette?"
Ten ways to realize your Internet connection is a little slow
Top 10 Signs that You've Overdosed on The World Wide Web
Top 7 ways the Internet could get worse
"MAKE MONEY FAST" posts protected by 1st amendment.
Sun internet servers replaced with pentiums.
Dan Quayle appointed head of "bandwidth expansion tiger team".
Free netcom account with purchase of big mac.
Gameboy web browsers.
Two words: "Microsoft Network"
Rigorous user screening process abolished by America On-Line.
You Might Be an ISP if...
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How many Web jokers does it take to change a light bulb?
1,623. One to tell the original joke, the rest to give
some minor variation of it!
How many internet mail list subscribers does it take to change a light
bulb?
1,392:
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