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The Greatest E-mail Ever Written

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http://www.cs.rutgers.edu/~watrous/account-closing.html

Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2000 02:03:14 -0500 (EST)
From: Charles McGrew
To: USERNAME@remus.rutgers.edu (Removed for some reason or other)
cc: mcgrew@klinzhai.rutgers.edu
Subject: Re: fall 1999 accounts closing

    JEsus christ! I'm taking 300 level CS classes EVERY
    SEMESTER. I'm a declared CS major. look me up. I shouldn't
    have to go through the trouble of dealing with this kind of
    message at all. put me on the list for perpetual remus account
    renewal. having my account threatened to be closed every
    couple of weeks at a university where I'm paying so much in
    tuition is nothing but pure unadulterated harassment.

... darn it, you've found me out!  OK, I can come clean now -- I was
hired with the express purpose of sending your this kind of mail every
couple of weeks.  It's in my job description.  During my interview,
the only question I was asked was, "Can you perpetually send mail to
anyone named USER  NAME?"  "Yes, I said. Oh, YES!"  "Good," they
said, "you're hired."

   And I was pleased.  Greatly pleased.  For you see, I was raised to
send you such mail.  My daddy would sit me on his knee.  "Son," he
would say, "remember, where you get old enough to type, there will be
a fellow named USER NAME.  He isn't born yet, but he will be.
And you must send him email. Perpetually."  I nodded my head, and
wrote the name "USER NAME" on my little hand in felt-tipped
marker.  It washed off, of course, but that was all right. 

   And my Daddy was pleased.  Greatly pleased.  For you see, his
father had told him too:  "Son, one day you will have a son, and you
must make sure he sends mail to USER NAME."  My Daddy nodded,
because he was big on non-verbal communication.  And My Granddaddy was
pleased as well.  For his father had passes this on to him, and now he
was now off the hook, having fulfilled his obligation for his
existance.  Family legend has it he moved to Ohio and founded Goodyear
Tire and Rubber, but nobody knows for sure.

   And you know, I got to wondering - why?  Why this obsession in my
family with USER NAME?  I asked my relatives all over this land.
They didn't know, but they reminded me that I had a responsibility,
indeed THE responsibility, yea the family legacy, to send USER
NAME email.  It was the albatross around the family's neck, the
thing we always told ourselves caused our spines to be curved and our
acne to be so vivid.  And I, I was the chosen one -- the one to send
the mail.  But that was not the why.  I still had to find the why.

    So I went -- to Scotland, to the land of my forefathers and three
mothers; to search the family crypt back in Aberdeen; the place where
legend had it that the first McGrew had changed his name to avoid
prosecution and founded the line that had led to me and a host of
superfluous other McGrews.  There I found a parchment written in 1523
by Angus "Nobby" McGrew that read, "Herein is put down the reason for
sending email - whatever that may be - to USER NAME.  It is...
It is... arrrrgh."  I took it to the Glasgow archeology and
fishmongering department at the University of the Corner Pub, and
their best guess is that he died while writing it.  So we'll never
know.  But I still have the family legacy to... to.... arrrrgh.

:-)

   ... anyway, I've added you to the csmajor account; you shouldn't
have to worry about it until your graduate.

Charles

A picture is worth a thousand words. Post 102 is worth more.

I’m late to the party, but I think this is the best song. Enjoy!

—Teams Jetrell Fo 1, Jetrell Fo 2, and Jetrell Fo 3

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Well, Charles put a lot of effort into his response- I've never gotten that kind of an attention from the student services center, hahaha

I wish that I could just wish my feelings away...but I can't.  Wishful wishing can only lead to wishes wished for in futile wishfulness, which is not what I wish to wish for. 

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TV's Frink said:

tl;dr

It's definitely worth a read!

A picture is worth a thousand words. Post 102 is worth more.

I’m late to the party, but I think this is the best song. Enjoy!

—Teams Jetrell Fo 1, Jetrell Fo 2, and Jetrell Fo 3

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Perhaps later when I'm not busy reading up on our newly-banned friend.

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DuracellEnergizer said:

ts;dr

to;drabwritf

 

I wish that I could just wish my feelings away...but I can't.  Wishful wishing can only lead to wishes wished for in futile wishfulness, which is not what I wish to wish for. 

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I got a good laugh out of this joke e-mail. It's been around since the early 90s.

Paleoanthropology Division
Smithsonian Institute
207 Pennsylvania Avenue
Washington, DC 20078

Dear Sir:

Thank you for your latest submission to the Institute, labeled "211-D, layer seven, next to the clothesline post. Hominid skull." We have given this specimen a careful and detailed examination, and regret to inform you that we disagree with your theory that it represents "conclusive proof of the presence of Early Man in Charleston County two million years ago." Rather, it appears that what you have found is the head of a Barbie doll, of the variety one of our staff, who has small children, believes to be the "Malibu Barbie". It is evident that you have given a great deal of thought to the analysis of this specimen, and you may be quite certain that those of us who are familiar with your prior work in the field were loath to come to contradiction with your findings. However, we do feel that there are a number of physical attributes of the specimen which might have tipped you off to its modern origin:

  1. The material is molded plastic. Ancient hominid remains are typically fossilized bone.

  2. The cranial capacity of the specimen is approximately 9 cubic centimeters, well below the threshold of even the earliest identified proto-hominids.

  3. The dentition pattern evident on the "skull" is more consistent with the common domesticated dog than it is with the "ravenous man-eating Pliocene clams" you speculate roamed the wetlands during that time. This latter finding is certainly one of the most intriguing hypotheses you have submitted in your history with this institution, but the evidence seems to weigh rather heavily against it. Without going into too much detail, let us say that:

  A. The specimen looks like the head of a Barbie doll that a dog has chewed on.

  B. Clams don't have teeth.

It is with feelings tinged with melancholy that we must deny your request to have the specimen carbon dated. This is partially due to the heavy load our lab must bear in its normal operation, and partly due to carbon dating's notorious inaccuracy in fossils of recent geologic record. To the best of our knowledge, no Barbie dolls were produced prior to 1956 AD, and carbon dating is likely to produce wildly inaccurate results. Sadly, we must also deny your request that we approach the National Science Foundation's Phylogeny Department with the concept of assigning your specimen the scientific name "Australopithecus spiff-arino." Speaking personally, I, for one, fought tenaciously for the acceptance of your proposed taxonomy, but was ultimately voted down because the species name you selected was hyphenated, and didn't really sound like it might be Latin.

However, we gladly accept your generous donation of this fascinating specimen to the museum. While it is undoubtedly not a hominid fossil, it is, nonetheless, yet another riveting example of the great body of work you seem to accumulate here so effortlessly. You should know that our Director has reserved a special shelf in his own office for the display of the specimens you have previously submitted to the Institution, and the entire staff speculates daily on what you will happen upon next in your digs at the site you have discovered in your back yard. We eagerly anticipate your trip to our nation's capital that you proposed in your last letter, and several of us are pressing the Director to pay for it. We are particularly interested in hearing you expand on your theories surrounding the "trans-positating fillifitation of ferrous ions in a structural matrix" that makes the excellent juvenile Tyrannosaurus rex femur you recently discovered take on the deceptive appearance of a rusty 9-mm Sears Craftsman automotive crescent wrench.

Yours in Science,
Harvey Rowe
Curator, Antiquities

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^LOL

I wish that I could just wish my feelings away...but I can't.  Wishful wishing can only lead to wishes wished for in futile wishfulness, which is not what I wish to wish for.