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ISSN: 1527-814X Wednesday May 24, 2000

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Skulking through past issues

Yesterday's issue mentioned a site about the history of transistor radios.  WebSkulker forgot to give credit to Jr. Skulker Bob Gudgel for telling us about that.

Our 3/7/00 issue featured, which offered free voicemail and speech synthesizer reading of your email over the phone.   WebSkulker often says when listing such a site that the business model of giving things away for free doesn't make sense, and you jr. skulkers should hurry up and take advantage of these sites while they last.  Our prediction is true in this case; mytalk is closing down its phone services on May 31 and its web site on June 30.

Our 11/3/00 issue mentioned three sites that compare long-distance calling plans.  WebSkulker got an email from one of them, saying they had added new features and made other features more user-friendly, so you might want to check out this site again.

Two jr. skulkers sent us information about clones of the service that WebSkulker featured in the 2/10/00 issue.   Both of these are paying referral bonuses, otherwise WebSkulker would suggest that you stick with the original Paypal because this is one of those areas where a monopoly is an advantage, as long as it remains free.  Who wants to have to sign up with three payment services?  Wouldn't it be better if you and all of your friends all belonged to the same system? submitted by a jr. skulker who prefers to be anonymous.
submitted by Jr. Skulker Mob Boss.

Tools for skulking Internet sites

Jr. Skulker Randy Solton suggested this site which has pointers to nine sites for looking up information about web servers and sites.

Skulking in circles

"Welcome to the Roller Coaster DataBase. The rcdb is a comprehensive, searchable database with information and statistics on over 650 roller coasters in North America."  This site is driven by a database that has a lot of information and pictures for the more popular entries and minimal information for the others.  You can browse the database, or search on various criteria.

Should WebSkulker be translated into this?

Jr. Skulker Josh Buchanan told us about The International Society for the Preservation of Jar Jar Binks which teaches you the Gungan Dialect (In Otoh Gunga) Version 1.0.  "Yousa liken de way mesa talkiní? Den take a look at dis!"

This made WebSkulker laugh

Submitted by Jr. Skulker Chris Custer

A guy walks into a bar and sits down. After a few minutes, he starts dialing numbers ... like a telephone ... but on the back of his hand.  He then flips his hand over, and starts talking into the palm of his hand.  The bartender walks over and tells him this is a very tough neighborhood and he doesn't need any trouble from weirdoes here. 

The guy says, "You don't understand. I'm very hi-tech. I had a phone installed in my hand because I was tired of carrying the cellular."  The bartender says "Prove it!", so the guy dials up a number and hands his hand to the bartender. The bartender talks into the hand and carries on a brief conversation. 

"That's incredible", says the bartender, "I would never have believed it!"  "Yeah", said the guy, "I can keep in touch with my broker, my wife, you name it.  By the way, where is the men's room?" 

The bartender directs him to the men's room. The guy goes in, and 5, 10, 20 minutes go by, and he doesn't return.  Fearing the worst, given the violence in the neighborhood, the bartender goes into the men's room. The guy is spread-eagle against the wall.  His pants are pulled down and he has a roll of toilet paper shoved up his butt. 

"What the hell!" said the bartender. "Did the locals rob you? Are you hurt?" 

The guy casually turns around, and says: "No, I'm OK. I'm just waiting for a fax."


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