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Perl for Crypt::Solitaire

Solitaire CGI

An actual "how to" regarding Solitaire in it's intended pencil and paper format

Also.. just check out Counterpane.com.
It's very very cool... has links to all sorts of Crypto papers and Analyses and gives you the algorithms to not just Solitaire, but also Blowfish, Twofish, and Yarrow PRNG.

Apparently, they updated Hampster Dance and they NAMED the hampsters...

A *decent* compilation of "The State" scripts




The Modern Hero


"Mark: The sounds of squealing tires pierced the downtown core at 3 a.m., as a blue Vega peeled out of the parking lot of the 7-11.
Our hero stumbled out of the doors of that fine franchise to discover that his buddies were driving away. Yeah, they were driving away...and giggling. There would be no ride home tonight--not on this good eve.

"Bastards," he mumbled, and he stepped out of the doors of the 7-11, and jettisoning the butt end of his piroghi up over the roof, he waited...for the satisfying *squish*. And then, he walked to the sidewalk, lit a cigarette, and burped a sickly sweet burp of 7-11 cola.

"Thank God I'm not a diabetic!!" he screamed. And then, he headed north into the alleyway. Halfway through he passed a dumpster, from behind which he heard the sounds of two people locked in struggle; but whether they were fighting or fornicating he knew not, nor did he care!

He wandered further in passing piles of desiccated garbage dating from the 1960's. Past where winos slept like clumps from a broken bag of dolls. And still, our hero went further in. He went further in past 12 pygmy warriors, who watched in amazement as the first white man they ever saw came lopping by.

He went right to the end of that alleyway. He went right to the end. And our hero sat down on a concrete parking slab. He sat down among the muck and the filth. He sat down among the smells and the garbage. And he took out his contact lenses. He had no comforting saline solution to cushion the blow. He owned no contact carrying case! He didn't even have any fingers! He gouged the lenses out of his eyes with his thumbs! And grabbing a handy tin can, he spit in it [spits] until it was filled with mother nature's own preservative. And he dropped the lenses in. And then...with a crack that split the night!! he put on his glasses, and headed north to track down the elusive all-night bus."


Buddy: I'm Canadian

"Scott: Show business is full . . . of actors, singers, dancers, models... And then there's me. Actor. Singer. Dancer. Model. . . Canadian.
I can make the word Canadian sound sexy. Most people think that I'm from the States. . . And even worse, they think that I'm from New York, because I'm so sexy. But New York isn't sexy, it's sleazy. Americans know as much about Canada as straight people do about gays. Americans arrive at the border with skis in July, and straight people think that being gay is just a phase. A very long phase. When I'm overseas, and people mistake me for an American, I'm outraged as when I'm mistaken for straight.

No one wants to know I'm gay. And even less people want to know that I'm Canadian. On my resume, my agent replaced the word gay with blond , and Canadian with outdoorsy . So I replaced outdoorsy with blousy . Which makes me a blousy blond.

I get all the best friend roles. I'm in this new American picture called Millenium. It's a big budget science fiction starring Cherryl Ladd. You know, one day someone thought, "Hey. I want to make a terrible movie in Canada. Everybody else has..." I play the best friend of the timegate operator. He has one line. But he says it directly to me. The movie is full of Canadian actors with one line. It's great. It won't make a dime.

It's a big hoopla down South about some wag burning the flag, oh Jesus. I don't know what all the fuss is about. We burn our flag all the time to keep warm. . . Is it cold in here or is it just me? I seem to be catching a chill.

[whips out a Canadian flag -handkerchief- and sneezes into it]

Oh, Jesus. Oh, that's better. Lucky I didn't blow my Pope's nose.

It all reminds me of the time that Anne Murray and James Baldwin were sharing a smart cocktail at her cottage in Parry Sound. Anne said to James, It must be hard enough being black and gay... Imagine if you were also Canadian, eh?"



DAVES

(this song has been stuck in my head for weeks .... and now I torture you...)

Bruce: [Spoken] Hi, I'm Bruce McCulloch. I'd like to tell you about the Daves I know.
[Singing: ]
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know

David Hoffman
He works in my dad's store
He's worked here for 12 years
He'll probably work here for more

These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know

Dave Gort
I've known since I was six
In grade eight he broke his leg
So we got drunk and sick

These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know

Some of them are Davids
[Dave Gort: But most of us are Daves]
They all have their own hands
But they come from different moms

These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know

Dave Jadiski
Man, this cat can swing
He weighs almost 50 pounds
And he delivers my paper on time

These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know

Dave Capisano
I hardly know him
...
[Bruce stands around, looking vaguely uncomfortable for the rest of the measure]

These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know

[Next two measures sung by the Daves Bruce knows: ] We are the Daves he knows, he knows
We are the Daves he knows
We are the Daves he knows, he knows
We are the Daves he knows

Some of us them are Davids
But most of us are Daves
We all have our own hands
But we come from different moms

These are the Daves I know, I know
[Daves: We are the Daves he knows, he knows]
[All: These are the Daves]

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maddening
Feb. 8th, 2002 09:45 am (UTC)
Oh I finished it almost two weeks ago now.
Then I reread Neuromancer.
::nods::

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