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From davidv@sco.COM Sat Dec 2 09:57:42 1989
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From: davidv@sco.COM (David Vangerov)
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Subject: Super Collection of Practical Jokes (part 4 of 4)
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Odd that no-one mentioned the fun to be had with all the new and
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wonderful phone features available now. None of the below are truly
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destructive. Adjust gender as appropriate (women's lib be damned, I'm not
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going to type his/her, s/he every time). Switching these on/off from time
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to time can drive people nuts trying to figure out what is going on.
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1) If call forwarding is available at your company, forward the
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victims calls to an "appropriate" number (Highly moral people get
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dial-a-sex, bosses get dial-a-joke, boring people get time/weather,
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flamboyant ones get dial-a-prayer, etc). Victim may go days without
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figuring it out. Spouse may get interested in what's going o at office as
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well. Forwarding to a VP makes for interesting reactions as well.
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2) Variation on above is to get an answering machine, record an
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imitation of victim's with outragous comments (busy right now with X-rated
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move sound track going in background, inviting all callers out on dates,
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denouncing whatever private beliefs they have, etc). Forward calls OR
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splice into phone line so only happens on occasion.
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3) If someone is silly enough to put call waiting onto a line used
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for modems, call it EVERY time they use it. Vicitm will complain to phone
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compnay about "line noise".
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4) Reprogram all their speed calling to dial-a-sex, etc numbers
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(as appropriate for victim). Love to watch the face of someone who thinks
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he is calling his wife and a sexy girl comes on the line demanding a credit
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card so she can "talk dirty" to him...
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5) If victim is out of office for an extend period (week+), answer
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his phone and say "Oh, Mark doesn't work here anymore. I think that the
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company caught him stealing equipment/supplies/money; using drugs; sleeping
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on the job; sexually harrassing the boss; etc."
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6) If the phone system depends on * or # pound keys, reverse them.
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Most confusing. Even better, rewire 0-9 as well! Interchange only 2 keys
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for continuing wrong numbers.
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7) Replace answering tape messages with something "more exiting".
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Effects records make good backgrounds. Barmaids and dancers will often
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help you out on this one as well.
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8) Call victim's answering machine. Leave what sounds to be an
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important message and, 3 digits into the phone number, end the message.
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9) If the company tracks every phone call, have everyone in the
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office make long distance calls from the victims phone whenever victim
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leaves the room. You need a spotter to keep from getting caught at this
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one. 900 numbers that charge 0.50 per call are good for this.
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10) One of my favorites works best in large office buildings:
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Stay late one night. Go through the building and forward EVERY phone to
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victim's line. Be sure to do yours also to avoid being suspected.
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11) If victim keeps phone numbers online and you have write access
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to database, scramble the numbers (Be sure not to mess with medical or other
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emergency numbers. You can't play as many pranks on dead/maimed victims).
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12) Turn off bell on victims phone. On AT&T phones this requires
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a bit of disassembly to implement but may be corrected by just adjusting
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the volume (there is a stop to keep bell from going off but lifting a lever
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permits the dial to rotate past the stop. Rotate back and no-one can tell
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that it was done. This is a design feature of the phones).
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This is a good one for school or business.
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It's probably been used in movies and TV.
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It was used at this site, to the embarassment
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of one of our department heads.
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While he was chairing a rather boring department
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meeting, the Manager (referred heretofore as Mr. Pid)
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Wanted to emphasize a point using the conference room
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blackboard.
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Several meetings had been recently held in the same
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room, and the last had used the pull-down projector
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screen, which was now covering much of the blackboard.
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With chalk in hand, Mr. Pid gave the screen a little
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tug, and released it, sending it straight up and out
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of reach.
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The entire department almost immediately broke into
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uncontrollable laughter.
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Mr. Pid was at first surprised, thinking the group to
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be amused by the action of the screen.
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When he turned around to start writing, we were told
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he turned the most lovely shade of beet red, as
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taped to the blackboard was a luscious and smiling
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Playboy centerfold.
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To this day, the identity of the perpetrator is unknown.
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Several years ago at our site I had an argument with a
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co-worker about the use of menu screens. I argued that
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they are fine for a while, but that soon become tedious
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and that direct verb commands were preferable. His
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argument was that menus were the ultimate in user-
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friendliness, and that he would always prefer them.
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A few days later I heard him holler from his office.
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Seems he started up the local editor, which gave him
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a menu selection to
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a)insert
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b)modify
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c)delete a character
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It was talked about for some time.
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*********
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One of my favorites is to go into somebody's room and turn EVERYTHING upside
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down. This was done to the cook at a summer camp I worked at (she was a lousy
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cook; this was revenge for hamburger in white sauce for breakfast). We invertedeverything in the kitchen; the stove, the refrigerator (both previously
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disconnected) and everything in the refrigerator; everything on the shelves and which (i.e., top, bottom, middle) shelf it was on. Best of all, there was a
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table in the middle of the room with large JARS of ketchup, mustard, etc.; the
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tops of all of these were hidden and they were inverted (place waxed paper over
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mouth of jar, invert, remove paper) and the table rested on top. We also
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inverted several posters on the walls.
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Of course, the cook wasn't very happy about this; after she'd gotten it cleaned
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up she demanded that whever did it apologize and wash dishes for a week. If
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nobody claimed responsibility, she said, she would quit.
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We cheered.
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*********
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On the other hand:
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one day some friends of mine and I were going to 7-11. There were several
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parking spaces open along the wall of the store. We were in two cars: a 14
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year old chevy wagon and an 10 year old dodge dart. As the first car was
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about to pull in to the lot, a brand new cadillac pulled in from another
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entrance and PARALELL parked accross 3 perpendicular spaces. Needless to
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say we were not amused, and quickly retaliated. Before the driver (a man
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in his 60's) could open the door, my friend and I (in the wagon) drove up and
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paralell parked alongside him 6 inches from his door. The other car pulled
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up so that he couldn't pull up past us. This left him hemmed in by brick
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walls on two sides and cars on two sides. Of course, he could have slammed
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his way out, but since his car had just cost 10 times the combined values of
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our cars, he didn't try it. We left both cars parked there (with doors
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locked, brakes set, etc.) while we picked up some party supplies and left him
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there fuming.
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*********
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Forget about phenothaline, coat the inside of the cup with Nitrogen tri-
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iodide, when it dries, don't move the cup! When the owner attempts to do
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anyhting with the cup, even breathe on it, it will probably exsplode!
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Don't use to much or the mug will shatter very viontley!
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*********
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There was a computer operator at a certain college (I don't know where),
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who had been fired for something (I don't know what). He acquired one of the
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ten platter disk packs that the university was using on its mainframe computer
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system, and took it home. He disassembled the pack and replaced the disk
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platters with phonograph records. He then sneaked back into the computer
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center one night, placed his new pack on the shelves, and wrote a script that
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would prompt the operator to mount the pack. Later, when the new operator
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came in to do his job, he saw the message to mount the pack, so he did so.
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Being new, he didn't know how heavy the disk packs actually were so he didn't
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suspect anything, until he powered up the drive. The phono records literally
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exploded inside the drive and sent the spindle straight through the drive door.
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*********
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One time a group of friends were working on an assignment for
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their artificial intelligence class. It was the first machine
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problem, it was due that day, and they hadn't started it yet.
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Their task was to implement an expression analyzer - nothing
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fancy, just a conversational calculator.
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Their teacher had said many times in class that a program exhibits
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"artificial intelligence" if you cannot distinguish it's reponses
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>from those of a human being. They were asking me to help them do
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it the other way around. They would type in the expressions and I
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would use a calculator to simulate their homework problem and
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type back the answers.
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The first few problems were easy ones. Their teacher remarked
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that their program seemed to be one of the slowest ones (I am
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not notorious for my speed with a calculator). The last expression
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was some really long thing involving lots of parentheses and
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somewhere along the way I made a mistake and so their "program"
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got the wrong answer.
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You would think the gig would be up, but, being fast on his feet,
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one of my friends typed in TRY AGAIN. So, I did, and this time
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typed the correct number. Not to be outdone, my other friend said
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"We still have a few bugs yet. We haven't taught it about long
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division."
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(Of course their teacher didn't buy any of this, but he was so
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amused he gave them an extra week to work on the problem.)
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*********
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Everyone's heard about filling the victim's room with balloons, right?
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(balloons are great, especially if the victim is your SO and you come by
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later, acting innocently, and suggest...well, you get the idea.)
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Unfortunately, inflated balloons are bulky to carry, and it can take a
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dangerously long time to inflate them in the victims room. There is a
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solution. (I've actually done this, it really *does* work, even if it
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sounds ridiculous) Go out and get 2 or 3 styrofoam beer coolers. Inflate
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the balloons in the privacy of your own room. Fill the beer coolers
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with liquid nitrogen. (at 77 K it can liquify air) Stuff all 2 thousand
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or so inflated balloons into the beer coolers. (don't worry, they will fit,
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liquified air occupies *very* little space) You may need a refill or 3 of
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liquid nitrogen. Get a friend or 3 to help carry the coolers to the victims
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room. Make sure there isn't any paper or other water-damagable stuff on
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the floor. Strain out the majority of the LN2 and dump the inflated balloons
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onto the floor. Close the door. (if there is a window or transom, it's
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great fun to watch the balloons reinflate to fill the room)
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*********
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During my freshman year at OSU, Some of the guys in my floor
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"discovered" this (on about the second day 8-). The doors in the
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"Tower" dorms have a lever shaped door handle, but the pennies still
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work if the person has locked their door (for instance, to sleep). I
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discovered that if you flip the flashplate for the door over, and
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re-install it, then the pennies only place pressure on the door handle
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latch, not the deadbolt. You should have seen the look on Chucks face
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when I opened the door in the morning after he pennied it in...
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As a parting gift to the dorm staff, we turned our bathroom into a
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pool/sauna, but that's another story...
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*********
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I had a UNIX practical joke pulled on me that was absolutely
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insidious: the perpetrator simply changed my .profile to
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include a stty call to change my wake-up character from a
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newline to a space. The effect was that if I typed a command
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in correctly everything worked, but if I 'kill'ed the line
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or tried to delete characters, only the last parameter would
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be deleted. He had me going for WEEKS trying to figure out
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what was wrong with the system...
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*********
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the dept administrator is somewhat of an msdos jock, and one day, he changed
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my adviser's rainbow prompt to be something like:
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fatal disk error
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so everytime the return was pressed, this was displayed... now seeing that
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we have been having various hardware and software problems, one after the
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other with the little trash machine rainbow, my adviser was very upset...
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when he realized that it was a joke, he thought that maybe i had done it...
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(i don't know why, because i don't normally do this type of thing).
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once we had sorted out what had happened, we set up the administrator's
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account of the vax to behave in a similar, but more frustrating way...
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i am a bit worried about this, though, because he rarely uses the vax...
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it has been about two months, and still no screaming... (just redefine
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some symbols in his login.com... important ones, like:
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$ dir*ectory :== type
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$ type :== directory
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$ show :== logout
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*********
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An OSU Architecture prof (I'll call him Dr. Jones) had a habit of telling his
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students to "Go take a flying leap" when they gave dumb answers. One student
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decided to take the prof to task; the class was taught in a second floor room
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so the student practiced jumping out the window (with the help of an
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assistant who would catch his arms as he jumped). The two got this down to
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an art, and one day provoked the "flying leap" comment from Dr. Jones. The
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student said, "Okay, if you say so," turned around, and leapt out the
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window. His partner (who was supposed to grab him but say, "oh God, I missed
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him !") *did* miss, and the jumper fell and broke his ankle.
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No, this is not a cut on stupid practical jokes. The humor follows:
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As a result of this episode, the department chairman had to file an
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accident report. One line of the form requires the DC to outline
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"What actions will be taken to prevent future recurrences of this accident ?"
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The Department Chief answered, "In the future, all of Dr. Jones's courses
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will be taught in the basement."
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*********
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Last year I had a job teaching an officeful of secretaries to use their
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IBM XT. Well, for April Fools Day, I inserted a Pascal program at the
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beginning of the AUTOEXEC.BAT file (runs on startup). The program
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essentially said "Hello, Department of Defense Missile Network..." and
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gave instructions which led to "Missiles Launched", and "congratulations,
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you have just launched World War III. Say goodbye to everything you
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love." I slowed down the printing to match 300 baud, so it looked quite
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threatening. After the "say good-bye message", I had it tell the user
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to hit RETURN, after which the program said APRIL FOOL and went on to
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the normal programs.
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The results were interesting. The people who were comfortable with the
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computer loved it. The real computerphobe registered only that this wasn't
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her database program, and (as usual) demanded key-by-key instruction,
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ignoring the prefectly good instructions on the screen. No-one really
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was startled, they didn't have the background.
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*********
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Get a thin sheet of lead, cut out the outline of a reclining nude
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(trace from a magazine if you wish), tape it onto an inside wall of
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your suitcase. If you're really artsy, glue or sew on a cover sheet,
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such that the deception is non-obvious when the people check it.
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Other shapes, or messages (taped onto cardboard) work too. Don't
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do something that suggests a hijack attempt.
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*********
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A few months ago I was flying down to L.A. from San Francisco with
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a friend. He had stayed up too late the night before and promptly fell
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fast asleep as soon as we were airborne. The airline magazines soon
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paled, so I looked around for some way to entertain myself until we
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reached L.A.
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I went up the steward and asked if I could borrow one of the oxygen masks
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that they use in their little speech just before take-off. He looked
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puzzled and said that they didn't work and were just for demonstration.
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I said I didn't care, and much to my surprise, he gave it to me.
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I took it back to my seat, put it on, and strung the hose to the
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up just above my head. Then I reached down and shook my friend
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furiously. As he groggily woke up, I yelled,
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"Quick, put on your mask, we're falling fast!"
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The look on his face was pretty classic!
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Interestingly enough, he didn't fall back asleep on the plane.
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*********
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This is a simple, harmless, and hilarious practical joke, that has claimed me
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as a victim. The setting is a pool hall, bar, or anyplace else with a pool
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(billiards) table. Place any ball at one end of the table and give your victim
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the cue ball. Challenge the victim to focus on the cue ball while walking
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around the pool table three times. At the end of the third time, the victim
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is to place the cue ball on the table, take a cue stick and hit the cue ball so
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that it stikes the ball at the other end of the table. This is very difficult
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to do; not because of a loss of coordination from walking and staring at the
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ball, but because while the victim is concentrating on the ball, you lick your
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finger and wipe chalk off the end of the cue stick. The victim will miscue
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almost every time. It gets funnier, because if the victim is like me, he/she
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will be determined and try it again.
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*********
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Speaking of fun practical jokes with a car, I have a couple of
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interesting ones.
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1) Give the victims car an oil change, to 70 wieght oil. This should
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work very well in places where it gets cold because when it is cold
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enough, the oil should more resemble a brick the oil, and the car should
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be unable to crank. I wonder how long it would take even a good
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mechanic to figure out what has been done.
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2) A Classic. Stones in the hubcaps. If done correctly, the driver
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will hear something rattling in the hupcaps and check to see if it is
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the wheel nuts, finding nothing, they will continue , only to hear the
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sound again.
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3) When expressway driving becomes boring. This trick is been done with
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a radar detector and a very fast (looking) car. While driving on the
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expressway, look for a fast car that looks like it may not have a radar
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detector. Accelerate hard to about 70 and see if the other car follows.
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If it does, bring your car up as fast as you feel safe and pretend to be
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racing him. This should get the other car's driver to start going very
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fast. Continue this "race" until you come on a turn or hill. After
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going through the turn, hit your brakes hard and bring the car to
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exactly 55.00 mph. The effect is to make every one on the road start
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doing 55.00 because they assume that if you are going that fast, youmust
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have a radar detector, and it must have just gone off. (I hope I don't
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need to mention the illigalities with this joke, and the need for a
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radar detector.)
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*********
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When my girlfriend and I were in our early teens (the age is important) we used
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to go to the local department store clock department. We would set all the
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clocks that had alarms to go off within minutes of each other a few minutes
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later. From a vantage point behind a rack of clothing we always got a chuckle
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when the alarms started going off and the poor sales clerk was trying to find
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out which ones were going off! (now, having been a sales clerk for a brief
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period during my college days, I don't think that would have been particularly
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funny!)
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*********
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While in grad school, I was an "assistant" in a lab which contained two
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pdp-11/23's running UNIX System 3. Much of my education came from
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jokes played on me by my more knowledgeable friends. I'm sure I
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deserved them; I was into writing multi-player games, and I got a
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kick out of writing special caveats that only I knew about; these
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caveats could give other players invisible handicaps. (Don't ask me
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for the games; they're very terminal dependent and I don't even
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know where they are anymore.) We once wrote a multi-player version
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of Walter Bright's empire from scratch. I added H-bombs (like fighters,
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but when they hit a city it goes neutral, and when they hit a neutral
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city it goes away, etc) Only, the program was rigged so that when
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a certain friend completed an H-bomb, he got this dialogue that ended
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with the H-bomb developers testing the bomb in his own city! It was
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VERY funny.
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[1]
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The lab contained two kinds of terminals; Zenith-something-or-other for
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one pdp and TVI-something-or-other for the other. The console for each
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pdp was some other type (e.g., vt100 or somesuch). I normally logged
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in on a Zenith in a particular spot. One day my first attempt to login
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failed and my second succeeded. I thought nothing of it, and continued.
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Later, I happened to be on the console when I did a ps and noticed a
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program running in the background belonging to one of my friends, B.
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Although it was not uncommon for real work to be done this way (and the
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program had an innocent sounding name), I poked around in B's directory
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to see if I could figure out what it was doing (I was root; what a feeling
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of power!). An ls revealed a very strange directory name; under that
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directory lived some interesting looking programs and files.
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It turned out that B had written one of those password-catching programs,
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and had run it on my favorite terminal, apparently hoping that I'd login
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as root there. The directory name was an escape sequence that caused
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an "up-cursor, carriage-return", so an ls on a Zenith would overwrite
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the funny directory name with the next file/directory. I had done the
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ls on the console (different escape sequences) by pure luck.
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I figured out the file in which B was writing the login name and password,
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and replaced my login and password (yes, his program worked!) with:
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"B is a bad boy". Eventually he came in. I casually asked him about
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the background process, and he had a simple explanation ready. I then
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left him to the "Zenith" room, and went to the adjoining "console" room
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and waited. His reaction was quite rewarding.
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[2]
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B waited almost a year to try again, and this time he was nasty. I was
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working on a huge program, a dbms, for my Master's thesis. I was having
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|
some trouble debugging, and looking at the prospect of spending yet
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|
another semester finishing it. During a particularly frustrating session,
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another friend stopped in to mention that B had done something to my
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..profile; I thanked him and checked it out.
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|
It was a very subtle change; I don't remember how I happened to notice it.
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|
My PATH was set with /usr/bin in front of /bin (default on our system was
|
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/bin in front of /usr/bin). I looked at /usr/bin, and found an executable
|
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|
cc, owned by B. Further exploration revealed that B had written new
|
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|
read() and write() primitives; his cc arranged that the resulting a.out
|
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|
would get the bogus primitives. These primitives read or wrote garbage
|
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|
about 1/6 of the time. Can you imagine debugging a dbms with this handicap?
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|
|
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|
So, how to get back at him? I figured the first step was to pretend I
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|
hadn't discovered his little trick, so I modified my makefile to run
|
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|
/bin/cc directly. After a day or so, B stopped in to ask how I was doing,
|
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|
and I told him everything was going well. He happened to notice my /bin/cc
|
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|
lines, and asked why I did that. I told him I had some simple shell
|
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|
scripts named "cc" scattered about, and didn't want to accidentally pick
|
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|
one up (this was before aliases). He swallowed it.
|
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|
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|
The next day, /usr/bin had an executable make to go with the cc. B's make
|
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|
made a backup copy of the makefile, changed all the /bin/cc's to /usr/bin/cc's,
|
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|
and ran the real make; when the make finished, it moved the original makefile
|
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|
back. I was amazed at the trouble he had gone to -- and got a good lesson
|
|||
|
in shell programming as well!
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|
|
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|
*********
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|
Joke 1
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|
It all started with a girlfriend's birthday party. Her
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|
boyfriend, who I had known since elementary school, wanted
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|
to give her a suprize party. So he asked me what should we do.
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|
I came up with a plan to kidnap her during dinner. But this
|
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|
wasn't any kidnapping. What we did was to get three people that
|
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|
she didn't know to arrive while we where having dinner. Of course
|
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|
all of these people were speaking a foreign language that she
|
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|
didn't understand. She was bound, gagged and blindfolded. Then
|
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|
while everyone drove to the resturant, she was driven around in
|
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|
a car with three people speaking a foreign language. BTW-she
|
|||
|
new something was up and wasn't scared, because she knew something
|
|||
|
was up.
|
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|
Anyway, they bring her into this very nice resturant. We're all
|
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|
waiting at the table, about 15 of us, and we proceed to start
|
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|
dinner. Her food was in front of her, but she was still bound
|
|||
|
gagged, and blindfolded. After a few moments we untied her, she was
|
|||
|
really embarrassed, because everyone in the place was staring at
|
|||
|
our table, which was in the middle of the room.
|
|||
|
She vowed revenge.
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|||
|
|
|||
|
Joke 2
|
|||
|
She wanted revenge. So I came up with the idea of getting a baby picture
|
|||
|
of my friend, her boyfriend, from his mother, and printing up posters
|
|||
|
of it and putting it up all over campus. Out side of his classes, labs,
|
|||
|
and work. His mother gave me the most adorable picture of him when he
|
|||
|
was a baby with his teddy bear. His features hadn't changed that much
|
|||
|
and the way the picture was set up he looked as though he was in a
|
|||
|
police line up. So we made it into a "Most Wanted" poster, with a
|
|||
|
concise discription, and his name across the top in 40 point type. I
|
|||
|
printed up about 150 posters which we put up all over campus. The next
|
|||
|
day every where he looked and turned there was a poster, even in some
|
|||
|
of the men's rooms around campus. It took him weeks to find all of
|
|||
|
the posters.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Joke 3
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
If you are wondering what all of this is building up to. Here is the
|
|||
|
ultimate joke that was pulled. After several more *practical* jokes
|
|||
|
which I was the ring leader on. My friends realized that at the hub
|
|||
|
of each of the jokes I was the organizer and brains behind the
|
|||
|
opperation. So it was my turn.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
I really liked this one upper division Economics class that I was taking
|
|||
|
that quarter. I was the VP of one of the Econ clubs on campus and everyone
|
|||
|
knew who I was including the professor. Well, one Friday afternoon while
|
|||
|
this class was meeting. One of those warm afternoons where everyone in
|
|||
|
the class is dozing, including the professor. All of a sudden three
|
|||
|
people enter the class in surgical grab, masks, protective gloves, boots,
|
|||
|
green suits, the works and a wheelchair.(I learned later that they had
|
|||
|
*borrowed* all of these items from the medical school.) Anyway, the looked
|
|||
|
like the real thing. They went up to the professor and told him that they
|
|||
|
were looking for me because I had contracted a infectious disease, and
|
|||
|
needed to be removed from class immediately. They handed him a very official
|
|||
|
looking document and started for me with the wheel chair. You could have
|
|||
|
seen the people around me move, them my *friends* wheeled me across the
|
|||
|
length of the campus screaming "out of the way infectious person."
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
When I went back to class the next week, the professor looked at me oddly
|
|||
|
and asked if I was OK to be out. He really believed the whole thing.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
**********
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
and that's it. hope you enjoyed it...
|
|||
|
--
|
|||
|
David <"I really was just a Theater Arts major, honest!"> Vangerov
|
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|
Disclaimer: These are my opinions, all mine!!! Not SCO's, got that?
|
|||
|
Sysmom of the night: keeping the system safe for the everyday user.
|
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|
E-mail: davidv@sco.COM || ...!uunet!sco!davidv || ...!attctc!sco!davidv
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