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FracFreakSun Dec 7 14:33:52 PST 1997



Hiding behind anonymity blows.
Picture this: After a grinding day at work (you heard the whispers: "...maybe
someone should tell him that he might try getting something done for a
change... he's been playing with that fractal generator for weeks now!", but
you don't care), you come home and have to beat the livin SHIT out of your
wife because there's NO FUCKIN FOOD on the table. You think to yourself that
more and more people are getting out of line as you fire up the old 386.
Thank god for fractals. 640x480 interlaced. Oh well, at least it's color.
After four hours of creating fractals, you inadvertently make one that
resembles Pete Townshend's nose. Gotta read Who stuff...gotta have Whostuff i
need it bad oh baby look at the COLORS stuffit i need who stuff now. So you
check out The Who Mailing List, and the first thing you see is some ASSHOLE
babbling about The KINKS! You rip tufts of hair out and scream, THESE PEOPLE
MUST BE CORRECTED!!!

Put yourself in this man's shoes. Life is hell. Thank god for fractals.