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| Jellyfish interface attempt 2 | |
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I arrived at the beach with the mission from headquarters: continue dialouge between box jellyfish.
Hey, whats up with the stingings? pfpfpfppppppppfpfpfpfpf Yeah, its just that, they really hurt and people don't like to swim on the beaches when you're around. ZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTT!@!# AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! MY FUCKING EYESSSSSSSSSSSSSS! |
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| Posted by Supporter of Ham #2361 @ 2006-05-02 20:20:00 | |
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| News Reports from Horatio Brunswick | |
| Today in our grand tour of April Fools enabled GOPHER sites, we stop at Riced out Yugo. The fun never stops at RoY, in fact it just keeps going. The energizer bunny wanted our previous slogan so badly that they bought it from us! Due to the funding from this, we continue to bring you such highly focused, heavily detailed, and extremely adroit news pieces, including ones detailing the great bass tragedy of 1802, the final altercation between the Cloaks and Daggers, and our award-winning coverage of the linoleum-peel timeline of 1882. Thanks for making Riced out Yugo the #1 site on the internet. This is Horatio Brunswick, Signing off. | |
| Posted by ...my name. is. THE PLAGUE @ 2006-05-02 02:31:00 | |
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| A haphazard commentary upon this most auspicious occasion | |
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so there i was, struck danderfluffed in the middle of kerfuffle. who named this crap? in any case, the zatzowuffle was about to kosmit the rickamera, and i'd be fucked if that happened on my watch*.
i synchronized my time permitter with jupiter, and tuned my belt buckle in with uranus. then i dialed captain mianus. "Mianus!" he said. The script called for "No, Uranus" joke at this moment, but I couldn't bring myself to read such poorly written garbage. "Baltimore-Washington International Thurgood Marshall Airport!" I announced (best I could do on short notice, sorry). "Uh, er, you've got a situation?" he asked, clearly confused by the line swap. "Yep," I announced, returning to the script. "the zatzowuffle is about to kosmit the rickamera, and i'll be fucked if that's gonna happen on my watch." *worzartch |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-05-01 16:03:00 | |
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| PHIZZY RELEAIF | |
| FIZZY RELIEF! FIZZY RELIEF! FIZZY RELIEF! FIZZY RELIEF! FIZZY RELIEF! FIZZY RELIEF! FIZZY RELIEF! FIZZY RELIEF! FIZZY RELEIF! FZIZY RELIEF! FIIZY RELIEE! FIZYY REEIEF! EIZZY RELIED! FIZXY RELIEF! FIZZY RELIEF! XYZZY ROLIEF! FIIZY RLLIEF! | |
| Posted by ...my name. is. THE PLAGUE @ 2006-05-01 02:07:00 | |
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| i say old bean, have you seen my hat? | |
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Riced Out Yugo has graciously allowed me posting access.
The task is to harass secret service agent Richard Gill, and get one back for Joey. -- The Great Hatsby p.s. hats |
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| Posted by The Great Hatsby @ 2006-04-26 01:58:00 | |
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| i've been shamblin' these horwivs a long time | |
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that lad on the phone was telling me something about internet service. something like... smoke the web up to five times faster with bullshit accelerator... something like that. i just let him continue talking, because i was recording it. i'd play it back into jimmy carter's answering machine at 3 am (he never answers any more. if he does, bonus, i'll just play it to him). as the lad droned on, i started to notice a need to urinate. while i didn't really have to be mentally present to keep him going, i had to at least emit a regular stream of gutteral noises to make it seem like i was actually listening. and i needed to let ol' jimmy know about this special offer, damn it.
a solution shortly presented itself in the form of an idea, an idea i got when i noticed the window was open and about two feet out of my maximum cord range. i unzipped and started steering ol' steve the wheelie chair over. i paused for a moment of meditation, as i did not want any drip on the floor. then i let it rip. man, was that a bad time for the mailman to come. |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-04-24 00:50:00 | |
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| meow matrix | |
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comerade please, comrade deliver, sautee of +1 quiver |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-04-23 03:27:00 | |
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| txt nnja | |
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u thnk u n0 wat is wat, bt u dnt. u jst sum wat biz wat jggty dg fckr. fofofofo~@#~ u noe u n 4 trbl
cn u cmpte w/ my rngfngr tqnqe?~?~? u noe u n 4 trbl u noe u n 4 trbl u noe u n 4 trbl u noe u n 4 trbl u mst be prtctd frm the trrbl scrt of canadia |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-04-20 03:46:00 | |
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| mello flanged chello | |
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ahhh, sir. welcome to the land of ritoski verbalaski. here you will be served the finest chantrell twists in all of zambania. what is that you say??? my pants are on fire???
i think you will find that reality is merely an illusion, and you merely think the fire exists. now please hand me that glass of water. my must humble non-linearly bounded thanks. can i serve you an ice-chipped clanker of muscratone? say say, golf club nine-iron? have you heard of the health benefits of plankton, old chaps and/or madams? Are you aware that Swiss Army Knives are probably not made in Switzerland, and perhaps not even used by the Swiss army... somehow I doubt the Mounties use them either. Anyways olde chappe ande/ orre madame, let us get down to e-bueseness. paper or plastic? |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-04-20 03:40:00 | |
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| important notice | |
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Tact |
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| Posted by ...my name. is. THE PLAGUE @ 2006-04-20 00:34:00 | |
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| tipperarium | |
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after many years of research, my team has discovered the missing element of the death metal genre: a bar full of drunk backup singers.
you see, death metal parallels viking culture. all the screaming and roaring is good, but you need the rest of the vikings sitting around the pub, grunting and clinking their steins around. most death metal does not have this. therefore, it is our recommendation that future death metal albums be recorded in the nearest pub, with the most convenient brand of mead. note: some musicians have already understood this, and applied it. See "Tubular Bells II," by Mike Oldfield. |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-04-19 03:15:00 | |
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| potato farmers here and now | |
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i love potatos every mornin~~~!
how sweet it is to be loved by spuds together we will mount a final defense against the army of blenders whrrrring on the horizon are you a bad enough dude to defend the spuds from the blenders? i fucking am. |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-04-18 01:07:00 | |
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| My taxes, should I choose to report them | |
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The meltdown was provided courtesy of one small black cat. It was Thursday, May Sixth, 2004, and the feed was idle. At any time, no small amount of hydrogen, helium, and other lower elements were flowing at breakneck speed. The dual VAXes that kept track of the primary flow hummed along quietly. But not all was well in the idyllic world of the feed. So simple was the error, that the designers of the protocol, hailing back from metaverse days, didn't see it coming. "Within the frame," came a command from Dr. T. Acquiescing to his request, they lowered their primary defenses, quickly switching to authorization mode. Immediately as this happened, Dr. X, on the opposite side of the feed sent a reverse authentication request for Dr. T with one frame out of sequence - the security context. The two requests overlapped in memory. Attempting to authorize against this invalid security context, the system lost track of the current instruction, and fell off the end of available memory. Normally, this would cause a fatal trap, and each system would reboot, independent of each other. However, the security context ended up such that the processors were launched into privileged mode, ring 0, and executed the bytestream at CS:IP 0:0. The deadly instructions at that location on the first VAX caused the feed control to activate its molecular synth, generating a microscopic amount of uranium and letting it free into the feed. Infinitely. The second VAX had a slightly different instruction, and it was to wait. And wait it did. Until the primary controller reported that the feed was depleted. Creating uranium out of hydrogen and helium is no small feat, and the system knew this. However, the rest routines on both control machines were also overwritten by Dr. X and Dr. T's invalid commands, and caused a short rest to allow the feedhorns to recover, and immediately afterward, manufacture a large neutron stream. Critical mass was no trouble for the uranium-saturated feed. Meltdown happened fairly instantly. I was the only one to escape unscathed. |
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| Posted by ...my name. is. THE PLAGUE @ 2006-04-17 22:32:00 | |
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| Certified Funt Instruction and Services | |
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Method for celery stick production: 1) This next step will require a celery stick. 2) Repeat. Through time honored this method has sustained generations of neutron-based farmstead cattle containment fields. Thank you for your patience in this continued persuit of long-term utility grade salmon cans. |
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| Posted by wolf530 (analog hacker extraordinaire) @ 2006-04-16 13:01:00 | |
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| my skin is stretchy | |
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along with time-space in a four-dimensional kingdom of mice losing track from my previous derailment, there is some breaking news in the yugo community today, the religious cultists of the IITF met with the government of TBAR, resulting in a cease-fire order of IITF's Expose group. This immediate attention has been brought to us by Mr. Lee, of MLGHK. HTML tends to look like bizzare animu smileys when inverted pixelwise. The mechanical NOR gate will be used to synthesize logic in futuer generations Empty list: We now return you to our regularly breaking drama after this commercial from Wilson's Hatfitters. |
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| Posted by ...my name. is. THE PLAGUE @ 2006-04-15 02:53:00 | |
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| fed up with chunk-y beatz? | |
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are you fed up with your neighbors playing those super chunk-y beatz, while you're stuck with an out of tune acoustic and an emotionally vacant girlfriend?
well, fret no longer! now you can upgrade to O SHIT BOY brand electronica - we'll even take your battered old emomobile as a trade-in!! don't let this frantabulous opportunity slip from your claws |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-04-13 19:49:00 | |
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| existential funtry | |
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* fark the millks. poetateoeoe?? jiminy the farm; lukewarm lentil surprise. ZOUNDS, ZOUNDS, ZOUNDS, ZOUNDS, ZOUNDS, now we're cookin' with gas.
* should GAS the ZOUNDS interact cooking width, malarkey ptoateoe will be misdeconstrued as the synthesis of bicameral, biparte, hair parting. * glort the float. sense soak. spiritual suntan lotion. can i have a cheeseburger, yet? |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-04-11 15:55:00 | |
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| cubic pi bonding | |
| Implementation of the fourth-generation networking protocols have always ran into the collisions problem whereby multiple data units transmitted at the same time have colided into one mental block and require string separation using the C library's strtok(3) function which is not always implemented in a thread safe manner, modifies its arguments, does not properly preclude hermitism in the pigeon, avoidance of terminal altercations, pigtailed females can easily sway it to overflow the main buffer in which the return address when the function falls off the end of the stack will fail to point to anything valid and faults will be segmented during which time a signal handler will be invoked and the flow of control takes a long jump in certain cases, until which the end of the segment has been reached, kerosene flowing out of pores, weighted TSCs becoming desynched, the kernel failing to keep track of ticks from one clock cycle to the next, and the delay loop fails to calibrate against a single-cycle bogomip, the end of which provides a case-insensitive markup language for transmission of single-loop phase data over copper which eventually will be transmuted to heat and blown out of a fan on the backplane, finding trouble with the fix that was pawned, consumer having completed its replicating over the syncrepl provider, into the bdb on-disk cache during fflush(), and the avoidance of run-on sentences. | |
| Posted by ...my name. is. THE PLAGUE @ 2006-04-10 01:19:00 | |
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| einen p0eeemz | |
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roses are red
violets are blue OMFG! STFU! |
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| Posted by Supporter of Ham #2361 @ 2006-04-09 04:18:00 | |
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| MY HAT! MY HAT!! MY HAT!!! MY HAT!!!! MY HAT!!!!! MY HAT!!!!!!!1 | |
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The lie that pushes you into the deepest blue. I am eating macaroni and cheese while compiling my reports on the scalarity of hats! Or quite possibly, vice versa. Keeping track of these things is like modifying self-writing code. Have you seen the output of a ppc asm optimizer? Jeeeezus. |
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| Posted by ...my name. is. THE PLAGUE @ 2006-04-07 18:38:00 | |
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