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I manage this Web site and the following Web sites: Leslie (Blakeley) Adkins - my oldest daughter
Lori Ann Blakeley (June 20, 1985 - May 4, 2005) - my middle daughter
Evan Blakeley- my youngest child
Alice's NNTP Server Song on Arlo Guthrie's website
..... and the Director "began to cry, 'cause the Director had come to the realization that this was a typical case of minds from the 1950s trying to deal with the technology of the 1990s, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it,."...
We got a place up here, which I won't name publically,
and among other things,
one of the things they do is take a big newsfeed from the wide world of the Internet and select it, inspect it, detect it, infect it, neglect it, and then inject it into the news directories.
I went down and got my job application papers, and I walked in wearing a suit-and-tie so I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning.
'Cause I wanted to look like the all-politically-correct kid from university, man
I wanted to feel like the all-politically-correct kid from university, man
I wanted to *BE* the all-politically-correct kid from university,
and I walked in and I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all kinds of mean nasty ugly things.
And I walked in and sat down and they gave me a piece of paper, said "Kid, do the oral personality profile test with the shrink in Room 101."
I went up there and said "Shrink, I want to be a productive employee.
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna PRODUCE. PRO-DEWCE!
I wanna work harder than the lowest grunt at Microsoft, I wanna be an efficient user of the NSFnet backbone for our corporate agenda, I wanna PRODUCE!
I don't never wanna read any newsgroups other than those concerning the quarterly reports and company product announcements!
Sure this is a Unix site, but I don't mind the castrated newsfeed and the mail greppers, 'cause it'll all help me to PRODUCE!
I wanna see the stock of this company split ten times over the next year,
I wanna make the Board of Directors so filthy rich, man,
I tell you I wanna PRODUCE, PRODUCE, PRODUCE!,"
and I started jumpin' up and down, yellin' "PRODUCE, PRODUCE, PRODUCE!,"
and the shrink started jumpin' up and down with me
and we was both jumping up and down yelling "PRODUCE, PRODUCE, PRODUCE!,"
and the manager came over, pinned a medal on me,
sent me down the hall, said "you're our boy"
- "Alice's NNTP Server," Written By: Unknown, Sometime in 1993 http://www.arlo.net/lyrics/alices-nntp.shtml