Re: for all the email addicts

Rohit Khare (
Fri, 19 Apr 96 16:37:32 -0400

laura mitic wrote on 15:54:27 Fri, 19 Apr 1996:

> I'd never seen this one before...

Now, normally I'd make a snide comment, but this one is genuinely new as of
this past week, and I've been watching its dissemination pattern.

1) A guy at a meeting monday got it in his corp. email and told the joke in
person to several people.

2) I got the mail through w3c the day I got back

3) I got the mail through someone's personal mailing list

4) I got the mail through a friend (Laura) a day later

5) I'm expecting any minute to see someone post it again to a list and watch
the cascade happen again. And by the way, that's exactly what I'm doing right
now! :-)

It seems like there was a meme release centered on Digital that then vectored
through the DEC and MIT communities to the world. But that's a local


Begin forwarded message:

Date: Fri, 19 Apr 1996 15:54:27 -0500 (EST)
From: laura mitic <>
Subject: for all the email addicts
Cc: gale wichmann <>, seung patrum
<>, reed <>, leslie scolnick
<>, mickey harrison
<>, charlene stern
<>, elaine zimmerman <>, scott
mitic <>, lynda and sig mitic <>, rohit
khare <>, julie morris <>

Here's some friday afternoon humor for everyone. I'd never seen this one have to read this ALL THE WAY TO THE END...enjoy!

---------- Forwarded message ----------

There was this male engineer, on a cruise ship in the Caribbean for the
first time. It was wonderful, the experience of his life. He was being
waited on hand an foot. But, it did not last. A Hurricane came up
unexpectedly. The ship went down almost instantly.

The man found himself, he knew not how, swept up on the shore of an
island. There was nothing else anywhere to be seen. No person, no supplies,
nothing. The man looked around. There were some bananas and coconuts, but
that was it. He was desperate, and forlorn, but decided to make the best of
it. He decided that he had to make the best of it.

So for the next four months he ate bananas, drank coconut juice and
mostly looked to the sea mightily for a ship to come to his rescue. One
day, as he was lying on the beech stroking his beard and looking for a ship,
he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye. Could it be true, was it
a ship? No, from around the corner of the island came this rowboat. In it
was the most gorgeous woman he had eer seen, or at least seen in 4 months.
She was tall, tanned, and her blond hair flowing in the seabreeze gave
her an almost ethereal being. She spotted him also as he was waving and
yelling and screaming to get her attention. She rowed her boat towards

In disbelief, he asked, "where did you come from, how did you get here"?

She said, "I rowed from the other side of the island.. I landed on this
island when my cruise ship sank"

"Amazing", he said, "I didn't know anyone else had survived. How many
of you are there? Where, did you get the rowboat? You must have been
really lucky to have a rowboat wash-up with you?"

"It is only me", she said, "and the rowboat didn't wash up, nothing
else did.

"Well then", said the man, how did you get the rowboat?" I made the
rowboat out of raw material that I found on the island, replied the woman.
The oars were whittled from Gum tree branches, I wove the bottom from
Palm branches, and the sides and stern came from a Eucalyptus tree".

"But, but, asked the man, what about tools and hardware, how did you do

"Oh, no problem, replied the woman, on the south side of the island
there is a very unusual strata of alluvial rock exposed. I found that If I
fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into forgeable
ductile iron. I used that for tools, and used the tools to make the
hardware. But, enough of that, she said. Where do you live?" At this man
was forced to confess that he had been sleeping on the beach.

"Well, let's row over to my place, she said." So they both got into the
rowboat and left for her side of island.

The woman easily rowed them around to a wharf that led to the approach
to her place. She tied up the rowboat with a beautifully woven hemp rope.
They walked up a stone walk and around a Palm tree, there stood an
exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white. "It's not much, she said,
but I call it home. Sit down please, would you like to have a drink?"

"No, said the man, one more coconut juice and I will puke."

"It won't be coconut juice, the woman replied, I have a still, how about
a Pina Colada do?

Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepted, and they sat
down on her couch to talk.

After a while, and they had exchanged their stories, the woman asked,
"Tell me, have you always had a beard?" No, the man replied, I was clean
shaven all of my life, and even on the cruise ship". "Well if you would
like to shave, there is a mans razor upstairs in the cabinet in the

So, the man, no longer questioning anything, went upstairs to the
bathroom. There in the cabinet was a razor made from a bone handle, two
shells honed to a hollow ground edge were fastened on to its end inside
of a
swivel mechanism. The man shaved, showered and went back down stairs..
"You look great, said the woman, I think I will go up and slip into
something more comfortable." So she did.And, the man continued to sip his
Pina Colada. After a short time, the woman returned wearing fig leafs
strategically positioned and smelling faintly of gardenia.

"Tell me, she asked, we have both been out here for a very long time
with no companionship." You know what I mean. Have you been lonely, is
there anything that you really miss? Something that all men and woman
need.Something that it would be really nice to have right now.

"Yes there is, the man replied, as he moved closer to the woman while
fixing a winsome gaze upon her, tell me: "Do you happen to have an
Internet connection?"