[one day during the summer of 98... josh is writing me in california from his job at swat]

Josh: At the moment, trying to figure out DNS and how to set it up on the new server.. it's all new server stuff. Everything is moved out of the lab already...

chris: are they remodeling the lab?

They're supposed to start on Monday (when I will, of course, not be here). We managed to fit everything into the seminar room with a LOT of room left to spare, actually...

so.. if we were to, say, oh i dunno, want to fit all that equpment into a u-hual, you're saying we'd only need a mid-size? interesting....

Hmm... are you proposing what I think you perhaps are proposing?

oh no, i'd never think of transporting the entire sun lab over to ml... never...

Oh, okay. As long as you aren't hatching a dastardly scheme over there or anything.. (Actually, I wonder what'll happen to all those ELCs when we get the 9 new Ultra 5's and 10's...)

can you say "dead dog cyber cafe"?

That's what I'm talking about. And then we dam the Crum and go off the grid. :)

aaw yeah... man, satelite hookup to the net and we could just throw the whole dorm on wheels and drive it around the country... wait, shit, forget about the whole school thing...

"Get on the Magic ML Bus." It'd be the Electric Koolaid Internet Test. Chris Flood and his Merry Hackers...

;) dude, that's awesome... shit, ya got me giggling like an idiot infront of my boss... ;)

That... is what I do. (Among other things.)


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