Quote #561
It was a dark and stormy night; the electronic missive's profligate packets
wormed their wandering ways through the taut, transparent cables of the
Internet's infrastructure, sped by swift, silent Solaris servers between
bevies of brawny binaries - gap-toothed GIF's and jolly JPEG's - only to
perish pitifully at the hands of the callous, capable kill-filter that
protected the penultimate portal of Pauline's precious PC.
-- Don Radlauer's entry to the 2001 annual Bulwer-Lytton contest
It was a dark and stormy night; the electronic missive's profligate packets
wormed their wandering ways through the taut, transparent cables of the
Internet's infrastructure, sped by swift, silent Solaris servers between
bevies of brawny binaries - gap-toothed GIF's and jolly JPEG's - only to
perish pitifully at the hands of the callous, capable kill-filter that
protected the penultimate portal of Pauline's precious PC.
-- Don Radlauer's entry to the 2001 annual Bulwer-Lytton contest
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