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I've been noticing computer generated poetry in spam for a while now, but this one really inspired me. It almost seems like ancient proverbs that got a bit muddled in the translation. "It takes a real fruitcake to avoid contact with the scythe." and this interesting one: "If a girl scoutgraduates from the pickup truck, then some mysterious cargo bay gets stinking drunk."  (We've come a long way from when I first noticed spam poetry.

If the minivan about a pine cone usually competes with a mortician over the

support group, then a skyscraper hides. Any sandwich can accurately sanitize an

imaginative deficit, but it takes a real fruit cake to avoid contact with the

scythe. The cab driver for an industrial complex ostensibly is a big fan of a

grain of sand. A hockey player seeks a steam engine. Now and then, an asteroid

near a paper napkin pees on the boiled warranty.


Now and then, a pork chop eagerly shares a shower with the tuba player living

with a customer. A plaintiff completely seeks a polar bear. A movie theater

shares a shower with a chestnut. An eggplant gives a pink slip to the tuba

player. For example, a single-handledly impromptu bullfrog indicates that a

class action suit beyond another burglar somewhat avoids contact with an ocean.

When the lover is righteous, a spartan tripod brainwashes the pork chop related

to another crank case. Sometimes a turkey trembles, but a cowboy over a hockey

player always pours freezing cold water on a surly hole puncher! Some asteroid

over a rattlesnake plans an escape from the false reactor some vacuum cleaner. A

cheese wheel self-flagellates, and the defendant feels nagging remorse; however,

the polar bear pees on the cyprus mulch behind a cowboy. The ball bearing, a

bartender near a turn signal, and a ravishing eggplant are what made America great!

A Eurasian inferiority complex A submarine is South American. Any vacuum cleaner

can organize a rude cloud formation, but it takes a real tornado to bury the

pompous polar bear. Now and then, an almost tattered movie theater pours

freezing cold water on a satellite beyond some vacuum cleaner. Indeed, a briar

patch takes a peek at the hairy squid.

The tabloid beyond a reactor When a garbage can is ridiculously feline, another

chess board over a wedding dress graduates from a highly paid carpet tack. Now

and then, some mortician for the garbage can barely shares a shower with a false

fire hydrant. When an orbiting buzzard trembles, a wheelbarrow hides. Sometimes

the barely feline paycheck flies into a rage, but the elusive roller coaster

always graduates from a power drill living with a lover! A graduated cylinder

related to a stovepipe throws a thoroughly impromptu bullfrog at a steam engine,

or an infected apartment building finds subtle faults with a crispy traffic light.

The self-loathing industrial complex Furthermore, a recliner prays, and the

blithe spirit related to some tabloid bestows great honor upon another senator

toward a chess board. Another cloud formation over a minivan sanitizes the

bullfrog. When you see the revered fighter pilot, it means that the cashier

flies into a rage. The earring buries a moronic deficit. A roller coaster of a

cowboy shares a shower with a mastadon.

A stovepipe defined by a sandwich takes a peek at a South American ski lodge. A

self-actualized pickup truck sells the garbage can defined by a vacuum cleaner

to a bartender. Some precise food stamp conquers the diskette. When an optimal

girl scout is lazily pompous, the elusive traffic light competes with the

ridiculously cosmopolitan buzzard. A satellite eagerly eats a cyprus mulch.

Furthermore, the crank case flies into a rage, and the grand piano sanitizes a

paternal bullfrog. When another annoying steam engine ruminates, a tornado of a

scythe ceases to exist. The hole puncher related to an inferiority complex

borrows money from a molten hole puncher, but a grizzly bear graduates from the

cosmopolitan tabloid. A fruit cake around another chestnut meditates, and a pork

chop panics; however, a line dancer from the crank case finds subtle faults with

an ocean. If a girl scout graduates from the pickup truck, then some mysterious

cargo bay gets stinking drunk.

I was born sometime around 1981, not in the 1950s like some people assume. I make my abode in Everett, PA and I use the name of "John." However, online I am known as Squegie.

I grew up in an isolated farm area, and spent a lot of time reading books by JRR Tolkein, Isaac Asimov, and Douglas Adams. A LOT of time spent reading books. I also have always been fascinated by those whirring, beeping, blinking things that we know as electronic devices.

I can say without shame or reservation that I am a technology geek. I love playing with gizmos and gadgets. There's nothing more refreshing than the smell of rosin core solder in the morning. My "hobby" eventually led me to computers, from which there was no return.

I started out with a Tandy 1000 with a single 5.25" floppy drive. Not the classic Commodore64 that other people brag about, but still a nice little device. It wasn't long before someone mentioned "batch script" to me and I was hooked. I started writing these little batch scripts, and before long I was making a multi-disk menu system. (I had a games diskette as well as dos 3.2). From the bootup disk, you would get a menu. Hitting the desired item, you would be prompted for the correct disk. Insert that disk, it runs the program (in the case of the games disk, it would display another menu). When you finish the program, it prompts you for the main diskette. Put the main diskette back in, and it brings back the menu. True, everyone else was running Macintosh and Windows 3.11 at the time, but I had designed a truly user-friendly system that even my Mom could use.

It wasn't too much longer that I moved up to a discarded 286 from my Uncle. This has an 80mb hard drive. I setup a BBS and at night, I would disconnect the phone and one of my friends would call in. Oh yes, we were l33t in those days.

Through the course of high school, I started getting a massive collection of discarded computers and parts. I was fortunate enough to get into an Electronics program at BCTC (don't knock the web- site. I never finished it, and then they have only touched the index page since I left) before they stopped offering the electronics program. While there I got to play with all the toys of the trade.

More and more, I got away from electronics and into computers. I thought I'd balance out somewhere. At least, that's what I thought until I discovered Linux. I downloaded Debian 2.0.34 (kernel 1.40- 2.1) onto several floppys and installed it on my most powerful computer, a home-brew 386sx/25 with 7mb of ram (don't ask). I have never been the same since.

I've worked as a Network Technician for Cannondale Corp, a Network Engineer for Pennswoods.net, and then Access Lightspeed. I've also spent six years in the USMC, driving supply (wether it be food, mortars, ammo, snipers, or grunts) trucks through the town of Iraq. On my second trip to Iraq, I ran an Internet communication facility for Marines stationed in and around Fallujah, Iraq.

Nowadays, I survive by running my own computer consulting firm. We deal with computer repairs, network implementation, serverer administration, and assorted programming tasks. Recently, I took over the management of Access Lightspeed, a nationwide dialup Internet provider. I am also working heavily with wireless communication technologies in the 900, 2400, and 5800 Mhz unlicensed bands.

Not too long ago, I purchased an old doctor's office/house that I am remodelling as the Hogenmiller Professional Building. I have an apartment upstairs, while using the downstairs for my workshop and network operations center. I keep my house awash in half-assembled computers, odd devices, and an atari hooked up to my Sony Trinitron flat-screen tv.

Now you know as much about me as everyone else, perhaps more. I am amazed that you actually cared enough to read all that. It's so touching *snif*.

Spambots are starting to wax poetic now.

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