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By: Gowan McGland
Date: 9/3/98 11:01:59 PM
# Replies: 10
...a search engine for the board?
Search titles and/or message bodies for words or phrases.
So, I can find out how many times Homer has told us how great it is that he doesn't live in Houston.
Or how many times Ror* has posted.
Or how many times Ralf has said he isn't wearing pants.
That way, if there's a post/thread/thought that I want to go back to, I can find it fairly easily.
Whaddayathink?
Response #1
By: Ralf
Date: 9/4/98 7:43:11 AM
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Or, make .zipped archives available so we can crunch the files ourselves.
And today, I'm NOT wearing any pants.
Response #2
By: Cleotis
Date: 9/4/98 2:59:30 PM
This would have come in handy last night as I posted my sewage battle prose. I wanted desperately to append it to JimFang's New-Years Gunpowder Poop post, but dang if I couldn't find it.
Ack!
Response #3
By: rorschach
Date: 9/4/98 9:56:02 PM
now why is it that when *I* suggested that three months ago everybody ignored me?
Response #4
By: sooz
Date: 9/5/98 12:14:34 PM
Did Ror* say something?
Response #5
By: Ralf
Date: 9/5/98 12:51:41 PM
If ya wanna get noticed, stop wearing pants.
Response #6
By: grin
Date: 9/7/98 9:57:24 PM
ok
Response #7
By: Da Sissop
Date: 9/7/98 10:30:04 PM
I remember Grin Without Pants... they had a minor hit in the 80's with "Safety Dance," right?
Search engine is on the agenda.
Response #8
By: Gowan McGland
Date: 9/8/98 1:00:25 AM
mmmm...grin without pants.
uh.
uhm.
nevermind.
Response #9
By: Ralf
Date: 9/8/98 7:51:59 AM
By the way, the REAL origin of the "I'm not wearing any pants" thing is not what some of you may be thinking. It's not a reference to Kentucky Fried Movie, nor is it a reference to the Twit Filter or yore.
In my case, it pre-dates all that.
Back in 1988-1990 I had a REALLY bad boss. Evil incarnate. Her real name's unimportant, but for convenientce we'll call her Alice. Alice Ovalle. Incidently, Jim worked for her too. Get a few beers in him and I'm sure he'll tell you some stories.
ANYWAY, I went thru a phase where my day-job bled into my nighttime dreams, and I had some wicked awful nightmares. One such is as follows:
We're all sitting around a conference table, having a big meeting. Everyone's there: all my coworkers, some big cheeses from Nasa, and a bunch of engineers I know. my evil boss, and HER boss (an evil George Bush clone, no kidding) are sitting together at the head of the table. The meeting goes on for hours. Blah, blah, blah.
Suddenly, I realize I'M NOT WEARING ANY PANTS! How could this be? Under the table, I'm stark naked. But so far... nobody's noticed. I place my notebook strategically in my lap, hoping the meeting finishes soon. My embarrassment and fear is legendary. My heart beats so hard I'm sure others can hear it. Sweat pours down my ribs as I make eye contact with somebody across the table. They frown slightly. Do they know?
In general, everybody looks cool -- nobody's gonna say anything! Yayy. Even if they've guessed, they're not talking about it. Maybe I'll get out of this alive.
Then the meeting breaks up, and everyone stands to leave. I avoid this, remaining seated, studiously writing in my notebook, pretending I just HAVE to finish recording these yummy meeting notes. The last two to leave the table are Alice and her boss, who looks up from his whispered conversation with Alice to say, "oh and by the way, Paulsen, wear some pants next time, or you're fired."
They knew all along, and were just toying with me.
BrrrrrrrrRRRrrrr. That one still gives me the shakes.
Response #10
By: Gowan McGland
Date: 9/9/98 12:21:01 AM
I *love* that. That's SOOOOOOO corporate.
"By the way, next time wear some pants or you're fired."
Beautiful.