I don’t get women. They all want guys with a sense of humor. Still, they can’t take a joke!
This is an unfinished draft for a book I wrote back in 1999 on the topic of motion control. Over the next couple of days I will publish the next three parts, just as it was written and with lots of gaps in the text (I told you it was unfinished).
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This is an unfinished draft for a book I wrote back in 1999 on the topic of motion control. Over the next couple of days I will publish it in four parts, just as it was written and with lots of gaps in the text (I told you it was unfinished). Following is the original introduction to the book.
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I don’t know where this world is headed. But I swear I just saw a webadd reading: “Earn money while you work”.
Geeks. No wonder we invent things, we have fantasty, we need to have fantasy.
“Dear starlog. Today, the janitor double booked the hall for the local LUG and sorority by accident. Guess who was most disappointed?”
Ok, maybe only really geeky dykes gets that one. A highly underrepresented minority.
I can not remember names.
I just don’t do names. I can’t even keep track of my own middle names. I carry an ID-card as percussion — just so people will know who I am.
Because I’m that terrible at remembering names, I usually don’t even try to make the effort. So me and my friends use to play this look-a-like-game at parties: “Paris Hilton warning six-o-clock!”
But you should never, ever, ever tell somebody who you think they look alike. Because a split second before you tell her, you realize your constantly horny brain have compared her with some valspeak quadropod. Then two possible things can happen: a) She thinks you’re a perv. b) She’s flattered — but now you have to explain whom you just compared her with.