HDTenEightyP/NetNews huggingface dataset:
From: mzraly@ra.cs.umb.edu (Michael S. Zraly)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Re: gobbledygook
Date: 20 Aug 92 09:00:20 GMT
Distribution: alt.peeves
Organization: UMass/Boston Dept. of Math & CS

larry@peak.psl.nmsu.edu (Evil Engineer doin' it the Cowboy Way) writes:
>
>	[...]
>
> "ABSTRACT
>
>	[...]							We
>  do not claim that the combinator approach is definitely the right one
>  to adopt, because of some problems.  Nevertheless, combinators need to
>  be borne in mind, 

What a selling point!  We have no confidence in our approach, but you
should spend some time thinking about it.  If they don't work why should
they be "borne in mind", any more so than phlogiston theory or trickle
down theory? (ObFlameBait)

It's like asking someone for a data and saying, "I know I'm covered in
the excrement of my l<razy l<ats right now, and ferret shit to boot, but
at least consider it, please?  Willya, huh huh huh?  No?  NO?  Well will
you at least think about me?"

Peeve: I'll be reading more and more stuff written in that wonderfully
eloquent style as I continue my path toward a career in evil technology.

!Peeve: I'll be damned before I write anything that way!  What's that,
Mr Robertson, I'm already damned?  Uh-oh...

Disclaimer: I can not pass technical judgment on this abstract or its
material -- yet.  Just talking about the style...

-- Mike (the other one)

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From: booter@Autodesk.COM (Elaine Richards)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Re: A pain in the neck
Keywords: Neck, pains therein
Date: 17 Aug 92 19:13:39 GMT
Organization: Autodesk, Inc., Sausalito, CA

In article <1992Aug17.102230.11302@sco.COM> charless@sco.COM (charles stross) writes:
>It's just that whenever I turn my head to the right, or swallow, I
>get a dull pain in my left ear, running all the way down to my
>throat. (Maybe inflammation in my left eustachian tube?) It is,
>quite literally, a pain in the neck.
>

Peeve: Bad things happening to one's ear. Once, I had to go to the
emergency room to have the medic extract a bug from my ear. That
was pretty grotesque. In August, my allergies make my ears plug
up. (Some kind of histamine reaction.)

>evening I was getting so pissed off that I stomped out the door,
>wandered over to the far side of town, and wandered back again
>munching on a half-charred kebab stuffed with bits of dead sheep 
>drenched in chilli sauce.

That will clear your sinuses, for sure. I don't know about the ears.

I nominate you the Peevetown Holistic Chili Practitioner for your
intelligent approach to your ailment.


>I think if this goes on I am going to have to get a cat.


Do they taste good smothered in a chili sauce?

ER
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From: charless@sco.COM (charles stross)
Subject: Re: <None>
Organization: The Somewhat Contagious Operation, Inc.
Date: Tue, 11 Aug 1992 09:57:23 GMT


In article <1992Aug10.152130.28481@aber.ac.uk> dpl@aber.ac.uk (David Philip Langstaff) writes:
>In article <1992Aug8.163428.12485@bbxrbk> russ@bbxrbk (Russ Kepler) writes:
>>In article <1992Aug8.114357.4255@email.tuwien.ac.at> alex@vmars.tuwien.ac.at (Alexander Vrchoticky) writes:
>>>geoffm@purplehaze.Corp.Sun.COM (Geoff Miller) writes:
>>>
>>>>[...] I saw a sign for a business called KY Auto Repair. I shit you not.
>>>
>>>similarly, who'd have thought that `rubbermaid' is a brand-name for
>>>tupperwaresque plastic containers?
>>
>>OK, if we're going to follow this path: Trojan Batteries.  I used to
>>see signs for these all along the highways in the west USA, and always
>>had to chuckle.
>>
>Driving past Eastleigh airport in Hampshire, a large wharehouse reveals
>itself to be the property of "Onan Generators".
>
>Now what's all this seed doing on the floor ?
>

In the fine city of Bradford there is a company that proudly
proclaims on a hoarding that faces the road, "LUBICO -- leaders
in lubricants". The side-splitter in this is that the road in
question is named after that famous scion of Yorkshire, the 
artist David Hockney (whose personal habits you are welcome 
to guess at).

Maybe they're all part of some vast, globe-spanning multinational?


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From: dac@prolix.pub.uu.oz.au (Andrew Clayton)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Re: peeve o' the day
Date: 19 Aug 92 13:09:47 GMT
 <1b854259.ARN2372@prolix.pub.uu.oz.au> <1992Aug18.220902.27029@igor.tamri.com>
Reply-To: munnari!labtam!eyrie!prolix!dac
Followup-To: alt.peeves
Organization: More like Dis~, really.

In article <1992Aug18.220902.27029@igor.tamri.com>, Don Baldwin writes:

> In article <1b854259.ARN2372@prolix.pub.uu.oz.au>
> munnari!labtam!eyrie!prolix!dac writes:
> >Peeve: Code reviews.
> 
> Yeah, I hate it when someone points out that I've done something stupid
> when programming, too.  It means I have no excuse for doing it again.

Code reviews serve a useful purpose; it is when people use them
as avenues for nit-picking [indentation and variable naming being
the worst cases] that I get irritated.  Every single occurrence
of the variable 'junk' has to be commented as 'just a junk
variable'?  Sheesh.  Then there are those who believe that
obscure is good.  When coding in _C_ I believe that making
programs readable is essential - otherwise no other poor bastard
can understand what anyone else is doing.

Standards are great. Nit picking is fucked-in-the-head. n.b. that
the person doing the nit picking is invariably someone who
doesn't ever create production code.

Peeve: Loonies invited in to code reviews. Loonies who don't know
what a 'while' loop is, or what a 'case' statement does. Loonies
who are more concerned over the name of the program, rather than
if the fucking thing works according to spec or not!

Peeve: Never ending changes/additions to specifications!

Peeve: Being hassled to fix up finished code that has been
gazumped with a radical spec change after the project is
virtually completed.

Peeve: Computers.

> >   int junk; // This variable holds the contents of pi to four
> >             // billion decimal places, and is overwritten at whim.
> >
> >He wasn't impressed.
> 
> While such a declaration is "cute" when you do it in school, it loses
> it's charm when people are paying you to do work.

Don, you have all the charm, grace, and humour potential of mashed avocado.

Dac
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From: hillman@carina.unm.edu (Dan Hillman)
Subject: Re: !Peeve of the century
Date: Tue, 18 Aug 92 02:14:02 GMT
Organization: Holy Order of Quadra 950 Lust

In article <17487@autodesk.COM> booter@Autodesk.COM (Elaine Richards) writes:
>
>No, he divorced me. And if you want a beer next time you run into me,
>you'll drop this thread. :-)

"Ooooh, does this mean you're *available*?" he asked, eyebrow raised in
a impudent manner.

Actually the possibilities (not merely with Booter, in general) of a Peeves
Dating Game bring a smile to my sardonic features. Imagine a game, sort
of like *Studs*, but without the lizard host dude, in which two dudes (or
babes) have each gone on a date with three babes (or dudes). The three post
peeves about the date (insert <heh> you own rude comments here), and each 
dude or babe has to identify the originator of the peeves, and they win an 
all-expense-paid trip to Albuquerque or Newark or Margate or some equally
exciting and romantic city if the're correct more often than the other.

d "...and then we went parking and she left the turn indicator on..." h

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From: cochran@spam.rtp.dg.com (A. Jing Hippy)
Subject: Re: Packaging and stuff
Date: Thu, 13 Aug 92 02:51:31 GMT
Organization: A Suffusion of Yellow

nesdoly@dvinci.USask.Ca (Mark Nesdoly) writes: 
| cochran@spam.rtp.dg.com (A. Jing Hippy) writes:
| 
| 
| >2) The age old question:  Why do hot dogs come in packages of 10, but
| >   hot dog buns come in packages of 8?  You gotta buy 5 packages of buns
| >   and 4 packages of hot dogs to make that come out right.
| Up here in the frigid north, hot dogs *and* hot dog buns come in packages
| of 12.

So, would it be cheaper for me to buy them from you and have them shipped
here?

| >5) What sadist invented the glue that they use on that first sheet of
| >   toilet paper?  Why does it have to be so hard to start the roll?
| >   And doncha just love it when the glue bleeds through the first few
| >   sheets so that the first 1/2" or so is useless?
| SortofrelatedbathroomPeeve:  Why do women insist upon putting those fuzzy
|        seat covers on toilets?  These devices from hell make it hard for
|        men to piss, since one has to hold the seat of the toilet up, while
|        relieving yourself in a doubled-over position (It's especially
|        bad for me, since I'm 6'3").  

Spouse just put padded seats on both toilets in our house.  Sit on them
now, and the go "Pshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh................"  And then they
do it again when you stand up.  Not to mention sticking to your thighs.

| 'NutherPeeve:  Women who complain about men leaving the seat on the toilet 
|                up.  Is it so hard to turn around and look to see if the 
|                seat is down?  

I've never understood the big deal.  Being a good, southern gentleman, I
don't mind holding doors for ladies, holding their chairs, holding their
coats for them, whatever *they* like (and I've found that that's very
important), but what's the big deal about toilet lids?  *I* have to check
them every time I use one, so I just don't think about it in terms of being
considerate.

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From: geoffm@purplehaze.Corp.Sun.COM (Geoff Miller)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Re: Drivers From Hell
Followup-To: alt.peeves
Date: 12 Aug 1992 21:20:20 GMT
Organization: Sun Microsystems, Menlo Park, Ca.
NNTP-Posting-Host: purplehaze.corp.sun.com



In article <1992Aug12.180059.26338@email.tuwien.ac.at> 
alex@vmars.tuwien.ac.at (Alexander Vrchoticky) writes:

>ah, harleys ... the vienna section of "hell's angels" resides
>fairly near to my apartment. plus my bedroom window goes out
>on the street. musically speaking, both the length of the attack
>curve, as well as the maximum amplitude of the signal are fairly impressive.


I agree.  Don't get me wrong, I like the sounds Harleys make.  But then,
I like the sounds Rolls Royce Merlins make, too, and I wouldn't be all
that enthusiastc about my house being buzzed by P-51s and Spitfires
while I was trying to sleep.  The problem with Harleys is not how they
sound, but the fact that they're so damn loud.  And the guys who ride
them always seem to go out of their way to wind them up to 9000 RPM
when they accelerate away from a green light.  I can hear them clear
across town.

One interesting byproduct of the motorcycle helmet law that went into
effect in California this year is that one sees Hells Angels wearing
helmets now.  Somehow, it doesn't look quite right, sort of like a
samurai wearing a ballerina's tutu.  ("Is that your tutu, Desmond?")


Geoff


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From: allane@earth.gas.unsw.OZ.AU.gas.unsw.OZ.AU (Allan Evans)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Was: Re: Drivers From Hell
Summary: HOG
Date: 14 Aug 92 04:56:31 GMT
Organization: University of New South Wales

geoffm@purplehaze.Corp.Sun.COM (Geoff Miller) bemoans:
> 
> !Peeve: Street motorcycles with two-cycle engines seem to be getting
> mercifully scarce.  Those are the most obnoxious, although Harley-Davidsons
> are a close second.

Excuuuuuuuuuuse me, sire, but Harley Davidsons are not obnoxious. Harley 
Davidsons make the one true sound that only God Itself could surpass. 

Besides, the most common excuse for BDI-induced collisions with 
motorcycles is: "Ah... but I didn't see you...". The OneTrueSound of
Harley could perhaps be used for a little aural stimulation:

    BDI: But you were invisible... You must have been going REEEELLY fast...
    Me:  Probably... however LISTEN CAREFULLY TO THIS...
   
    [Careful insertion of Harley exhaust pipe in one BDI's ear canal] 

    Me: Hang on a sec, I'll just turn 'er over....BLAT...*BLAT* *BLAT* 
    *BLAT* ****BBBLLLLAAATTT***** <Ker-plaaaafffffff>

    [BDI neuron scattered about, intermixed with wood and blood]

Ready for the perfect "squick", as seems to be the common threat lately.
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From: charless@sco.COM (charles stross)
Subject: A pain in the neck
Organization: The Somewhat Contagious Operation, Inc.
Date: Mon, 17 Aug 1992 10:22:30 GMT
Summary:  boring, aimless, semi-peeve.
Keywords: Neck, pains therein


It had to happen on Friday, after the doctors' surgery had shut up
shop for the weekend.  No, it's not tasteless. It's not putrid. 
It doesn't ooze slime, and I'm not dying. But:

It's just that whenever I turn my head to the right, or swallow, I
get a dull pain in my left ear, running all the way down to my
throat. (Maybe inflammation in my left eustachian tube?) It is,
quite literally, a pain in the neck.

Saturday I was out drinking with various acquaintances. The 
condition of waking up on a Sunday morning with a bizarre
hybrid of a barely-forestalled hangover and a pain in the neck
is enough to induce existential angst in a stone. And I had 
nothing much to do to take my mind off it, all day. By early
evening I was getting so pissed off that I stomped out the door,
wandered over to the far side of town, and wandered back again
munching on a half-charred kebab stuffed with bits of dead sheep 
drenched in chilli sauce.

!Peeve: I'll bet that lamb felt worse than I did.

I think if this goes on I am going to have to get a cat.


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From: scott@festival.ed.ac.uk (Scott Larnach)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Re: Drivers from Hell
Date: 20 Aug 92 11:10:30 GMT

egpv29@castle.ed.ac.uk (JHenderson) writes:

>=>>Just a question, Scott. What the hell are you blabbering on about?
>=>I suppose you want me to rewrite it in French.
>If you like, but English would be a start.

Congratulations! You win this argument, by dint of supplying a retort
was so stupendously interesting, unexpected, and original, that it's
caused me to forget the entire thread, in the process of fa-ll-ing
as-l-e-e-p at
              the
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From: scooter@hirgon.hw.stratus.com (Scott Jeffrey)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Re: RADIO SHACK FASCISM
Date: 18 Aug 92 13:35:10 GMT
Organization: Stratus Computer, Inc.

In article <ATAYLOR.92Aug17175701@gauss.nmsu.edu>, ataylor@nmsu.edu (Nosy) writes:
> <In article <whitlock.63.0@vaxb.gbus.virginia.edu> whitlock@vaxb.gbus.virginia.edu (Reid E. Whitlock) writes:
> 
> <   Those of you who have recently shopped in a Radio Shack outlet may have 
> <   encounteredthe salesperson requesting, at time of purchase, your last four 
> <   digits of your phone number (or was it SSAN?), and your address and name. 
> <   This is ostensibly "for our records".
> 
> 	A friend...well, not really a friend, more of "some guy
> 	named Sandy I used to know who was rather a jerk" once
> 	told me that Radio Shack salespeople have a QUOTA of
> 	names/addresses that they must meet per month....hence
> 	the pushiness of some who may be, shall we say, a bit
> 	low on the totem pole of Radio ShackDom.

	Crimminy!  What would they rather have, a cash sale or
a name (a _wrong_ name and #, if they use Geoff's solution) in their
bloody database?  Their choice speaks volumes.

> 	Geoff's solution is appropriate to the level of 
> 	intelligence involved, although giving 01sybok's
> 	name and address has a certain charm to it as well.

	Touche'.

ObPeeve:  There's a sign in a [Cambodian] restaurant near my home which reads:

			Luncheon Special
			     $4.99
			    and soup

Now, does this mean that they charge you $4.99 _and_ a bowl of soup 
for the Special?

scooter

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From: rickg@netcom.com (Rick Gordon)
Subject: Re: RADIO SHACK FASCISM
Date: Tue, 18 Aug 92 02:17:22 GMT
Organization: Netcom - SF Bay, Cal Northifornia
Followup-To: alt.peeves

In article <ATAYLOR.92Aug17175701@gauss.nmsu.edu> Nosy writes:

>ObPeeve: I remember when Tandy first bought Radio Shack. A former
>	 ham I knew at that time commented "There goes the
>         neighborhood". How right he was......

The way I remember it, the neighborhood was headed in a downward spiral
at the point Tandy bought Allied, which up to that point had been a
fairly reliable vendor of Good Stuff.

-- 
Rick Gordon       |  "Loud is good." 
rickg@netcom.com  |    -- Frank Loesser
From: booter@Autodesk.COM (Elaine Richards)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Re: Full moon peeve
Date: 20 Aug 92 20:26:34 GMT
Organization: Autodesk, Inc., Sausalito, CA

In article <1992Aug20.100056.7060@ac.dal.ca> 01sybok@ac.dal.ca writes:
>Peeve: Full moons. When there's a full, moon, I can't get to sleep. It dosen't


It must be the lycanthropy. 

I hate it when that happens.

ER


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From: allane@earth.gas.unsw.OZ.AU.gas.unsw.OZ.AU (Allan Evans)
Subject: Re: Mall of America or whatever it is
Summary: Malls under Glass
Organization: University of New South Wales
Date: Mon, 17 Aug 1992 00:39:20 GMT

booter@Autodesk.COM (Elaine Richards) writes:
> (Joy 'J' Haftel) writes:
> > ...Mall of America...
> 
> Basically, they put a shopping strip like you would find anywhere else
> in the US under glass.
> 
> I don't blame them, really. I would not want to carry packages while
> skating on ice.

The prototype for the Mall of America was built in Edmonton, Alberta,
Canada about ten years ago. It includes an indoor amusement park with
a cooool roller coaster (death toll: 2+ ?), a huge wave pool, a couple
of thousand small stores + several large department chains, a lake with
a ship in it and submarine rides... in summary; a glass and concrete
monstrosity. The same folks built the one in Minnesota, or at least they
were planning to unless they got greedy and the financial backers ended
up building it themselves. 

They built the thing without real plans... in order to get it done 
super quickly they built the shell while they were planning the 
insides. The first main hitch came when they found out that all the
drains at the basement level were higher than the floor. 

I used to be peeved about it. When I came to Sydney, Australia I just
about cacked myself laughing when I saw them advertizing "Trips to 
West Edmonton Mall, Canada" as the first prize in a contest. If you
think about it, WEM makes sense. The place is so fucking cold most
of the year, it is the perfect place for such a monstrosity. Sort of
like Minnesota... only colder.

Peeve: I never did go into the wave pool.

MajorPeeve: The same Iranian Money Launderers built a monstrosity
in downtown Edmonton with even *more* glass, *more* mirrors, etc. They
totally forgot about the concept of sound deadening materials...
What a goddamn hell THAT place is....

Al
not in Edmonton
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From: cochran@spam.rtp.dg.com (A. Jing Hippy)
Subject: Mechanics and their ilk
Date: Tue, 18 Aug 92 14:35:28 GMT
Organization: A Suffusion of Yellow

Just had the radiator on one of my cars repaired.  116 bucks, but that's 
another peeve entirely.

*This* peeve involves picking up my car, and the glorious aromas of stale
grease and cigarette smoke that it magically absorbs after just a few
hours in a garage.

Don't get me wrong, my car has never been fastidiously clean and I'm not
anal-retentive about clearing it out, but at 8:00 last night, my car
*stank*.  I rode home with the windows open in the rain to try to clear it
out some.  Now it smells like old grease, stale cigarette smoke, and mildew.

Yes, I *know* it's a dirty job, but they couldn't have had any need to be
inside of my car for more than a few seconds as they were moving it from
its parking place to the garage and back.  What must the guy have smelled
like to be able to skunkify my car so quickly?

In spite of all of this, I *refuse* to get one of those little plastic 
thingies with the cloyingly sweet smell of pine to hang in the car.  I'd
rather have the stench.

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