I'm a human, so I can make mistakes. Therefore this post (which represents my view) may be mistaken or contain errors.
Oh, by the way, it may also feature some sarcasm. So take it easy.
That command says that the trophy is still mine.Code:ls -l trophy
But a mere command in your terminal cannot remove the very solid trophy sitting right here beside me.
But this command can.Code:sudo mv trophy koolblue3
Very important thread to read http://ubuntuforums.org/announcement.php?f=331.
...and I'll take that, returning to the scene of the crime with an odd ointment. It smells nice, but the tube is used. I leave that in its place, and once again...
I have a pot 2P in.
...Finished with my duty, I toss it to the seas...
This time, before sinking, there's a rumble beneath the water.
...There was a feeding. Whatever it is is gone. I don't think the trophy went down the right tube. I think it wanted a meal, and got a blockage of the air supply instead. Now it can live, but not dive.
Wounded whale, come back...
...too late. It's gone to sea.
Could be worse. It only means one thing when they go for ground.
I'm all wet. It's cold.
I don't approve of that trophy.
Receives the trophy from Captain Ahab
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The pen maybe be mightier than the sword, but a slap in the face with a keyboard really F^%$ing hurts
takes it and gives it to Moby
"Meddle not with roos; thou art crunchy and grasshopper-like" ※The SABRFL※
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Rescues Moby from it, then tosses it in Ahab's general inadvertantly sinking his ship.
"Shoulda built it out of brick," he says. "Don't they ever learn?"
Rows through the wreckage, making sure Ishmail gets a plank big enough to walk on. Turns... oh... tragedy... another bunch of whale killers sinking with the seas... Is that a fin I see?
>SPLOOOOOOOOOSH<
...No doubt that WAS a fin.
No it's morte like a cloud of RED RED WATER GOO.
I'm swimming right in the middle of it... better get back in my boat. Oh... good think I'm small enough to fit in the LAST PLACE TROPHY, made of steel and finely honed with little oars on the side and most importantly of all, compartments...
Hoist the mizzenmast, tacken my jib, fly the ef yer mamma whaler daddy and I'm off, jibbering like a sardine in a fishbowl, not a can...
They look at me like I'm nuts... they just can't listen fast enough.
Sink or swim sailors!
SINK OR SWIM!!!
Carried away by the winds... the trophy takes on water and sinks like a stone three hours later.
That's OK.
Tahiti is lovely this time of year, and I'm just outside the safety buoy.
Dead ahead: CLUB MED!!!
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(And I thought I was verbose...)
jetsam got the wrong whale - poor Moby! I join Jonah on the journey to Nineveh with the trophy.
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That's amusing, I think to myself. The only thing I forgot to bring was the "Hello My Name Is _______," sticker.
Dressed like an orderly, sittin' in a lounge chair. There's cameras on me, but I already met the guards, and we laughed uproariously for a few hours.
Just under that shady umbrella tree over there, the table is empty.
AH... a vacation at last.
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