Date: Tue, 15 Dec 92 10:55:42 PST Reply-To: Message-ID: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain From: cocot@osc.versant.com (Captain COCOT) To: surfpunk@osc.versant.com (SURFPUNK Technical Journal) Subject: [surfpunk-0013] ADMIN: and happy holidays Keywords: surfpunk, Mark Leyner, Christmas, Quik, Barbie, 2600 I'm going to slow down the SURFPUNK Technical Journal mailing list for the holidays. I've got a few things that have been piling up, and will try do dispense them in the next 24 hours. It may be kinda quiet after that until the new year. Someone asked about having DIGEST format instead of discrete SURFPUNK mailings. Three thoughts on that: 1. Most people's mailers summarize, save, delete, and otherwise manage real messages better than DIGESTs. 2. That'll work better with MIME encapsulation of the individual messages, which should be an option, for those whose software can handle it (or have the abilility to compile and use software that can handle it -- some places like the WELL do not allow you to build your own stuff easily). 3. I'll try and send SURFPUNKS in daily bursts, so you don't get biffed and interrupted thoughout the day. That'll take my changing my software, which won't happen until January. And I'm shifting my title to Captain. Since this is an adventure, not a research project, it seems more appropriate, as well as more alliterate. [ "And remember, he's not a real doctor -- 'I have a Master's Degree! In Science!' " -- doctor science ] Oh, and some ask "what is a COCOT?" Customer Owned Coin Operated Telephone. The ones that charge inordinate prices, have lousy electronics, and make it as difficult as possible to get in touch with operators, long distance companies of your choice, and voicemail & beepers via touch tones. The second most maddening technology in america (after shoulder straps that grab you by the neck if you open the front left door). And the absolute ELITE among pay phones: you do things their way, by their rules, at their prices, or not at all! /* The latest issue of 2600 describes ways for COCOT Robin Hoods to get revenge ... but as with any other phreaking information, if you're not a reasonably accomplished phreak yourself, you should check it out with someone who is, to learn the real risks -- especially if it's widely-published and old information, like this is ...*/ Happy Holiday Hacking! Captain Cocot p.s. I'm planning on attending the WELL office party in SoMa (SF) this friday night. It's open; write me for directions. ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ [ this comes via and ] Do you know the commercial where the heavily mustached old woman in a black shroud drinks strawberry Nestle' Quik and turns into a buxom bombshell in pasties and G-string, and she squats down for a second in a mud puddle, and when she gets up, her buttocks are covered with leeches, and Jesus appears holding a Barbie, and two beams of sparkling particles shoot from the eyes of the Barbie and vaporize the leeches, and the Bombshell gets on her motorcycle, and pink florets of exhaust spurt from the tailpipe spelling out the words BE ALL THAT YOU CAN BE? Try watching that on drugs. It's un-fucking-believable. - Mark Leyner ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ The SURFPUNK Technical Journal is a dangerous multinational hacker zine originating near BARRNET in the fashionable western arm of the northern California matrix. Quantum Californians appear in one of two states, spin surf or spin punk. Undetected, we are both, or might be neither. ________________________________________________________________________ Send postings to , subscription requests to . MIME encouraged. Xanalogical archive access soon. O come, O come, GodWithUs! ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________