What you are about to read is an actual email thread from long ago.
Now sit back and enjoy, "The 3 Little Canoers"


-----Original Message-----
From: RITTINGER, RON [mailto:RON.RITTINGER@lexis-nexis.com]
Sent: Friday, June 18, 1999 3:00 PM
To: 'Henry, Michael R'
Subject: RE: Practice makes perfect.
 

ohhhhhh.  I'm teetering on leaving now.

-----Original Message-----
From: Henry, Michael R [SMTP:michael_henry@reyrey.com]
Sent: Friday, June 18, 1999 3:05 PM
To: RITTINGER, RON
Subject: RE: Practice makes perfect.
 
No!  Stay and amuse me until I get to leave.
 
tell me a story, uncle ron...
 

-----Original Message-----
From: RITTINGER, RON [mailto:RON.RITTINGER@lexis-nexis.com]
Sent: Friday, June 18, 1999 3:37 PM
To: 'Henry, Michael R'
Cc: 'Gale Seaton'
Subject: RE: Practice makes perfect.
 

3:30 ... perhaps ... then I'm gone.



Once upon a time there were 3 little canoers.  

The chubby canoer built his canoe out of old SCO manuals.  
The tall canoer built his canoe from 
JDK newsletters and the third canoer, the one who was an MCSD built his 
canoe from code listings that showed deliberate delays in code 
execution when non MicroSoft web browsers were detected.
 
All was well until one day, the evil Sun Microsystems guru showed up.  
"Run on my platform" demanded the Sun guru !!
 
"Not I" said the canoer whos canoe was of SCO manuals.
"Not I" said the canoer whos canoe was of MicroSoft code listing that 
clearly showed a competitive advantage for requiring his code to run
quickly while on Internet Explorer and to decouple the correlation between IE 
and his code would mean disaster.
"Sure", said the good canoer ... the one whos canoe was of JDK newsletters.

And this made the guru quite happy and he wisely made the good canoer 
ruler for all to see.
 
And so the evil Sun Microsystems guru wasn't so evil after all.  And it 
is said, around silicon valley at least, the Sun guru's heart grew at 
least 3 sizes that day.
 
And the other 2 canoers, with canoes of SCO and MicroSoft, gave into to 
their hot animal lust and fell helplessly into each others warms, 
tangled in long, wet, passionate kisses and wonderful ... ney ... glorious sodomy.
 
The end.