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Question #60

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(Answer-27 Oct 1997)

The question was:

> Oh, Almighty Oracle, whose feet are fungus-free and whose
> breath smells of elderberries...
> 
> Why is Babylon 5 so much better than Star Trek: Voyager?
     

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} Whoa there, pardner.  Before we ask "why," we better be sure of our
} facts (and, just for fun, I'm going to throw in "Dr. Who" to boot):
} 
} CAPTAIN:
} Babylon 5: Capt. Scarecrow
} Voyager:   Capt. Columbo
} Dr. Who:   Various
} Winner:    Voyager
} Comment:   Actually a tossup, but Kate is much more easy on the eyes.
} 
} SHIP:
} Babylon 5: Giant space station
} Voyager:   Speedy little starship
} Dr. Who:   Phone booth
} Winner:    Voyager
} Comment:   Like "DS9," the characters spend more time OFF the station
}            than on it.
} 
} MAJOR PLOT THEME:
} Babylon 5: "Government is evil."
} Voyager:   "Get off my ship."
} Dr. Who:   "No matter where I go, trouble."
} Winner:    Babylon 5
} Comment:   While it is nice to see Kate running around in a tank top,
}            it gets tiring after a while.  Besides, Babylon 5 is the
}            most realistic.
} 
} BEST ENEMY:
} Bablyon 5: Shadows
} Voyager:   Borg
} Dr. Who:   Daleks
} Winner:    Babylon 5/Dr. Who (tie)
} Comment:   In all of the Star Treks, the enemy was always America's
}            enemy du jour:  Roddenbery had little imagination (or a
}            great sense of irony).  The Klingons were Russians (gruff,
}            aggressive, but fun on an odd level), the Romulans were
}            Chinese (devious, manipulative), the Cardassians were Iraqi
}            (totalitarian, brutal), and the Borg were Microsoft
}            ("Resistance is useless.  You will be assimilated").
} 
} SPECIAL EFFECTS:
} Voyager:   Models, matte painting
} Babylon 5: CGI
} Dr. Who:   Latex, Papier-mache
} Winner:    Voyager
} Comment:   The Oracle *hates* Gouraud shading.
} 
} SEX:
} Voyager:   Lots
} Babylon 5: Lots
} Dr. Who:   None
} Winner:    Voyager/Babylon 5 (tie)
} Comment:   Considering how perverted the British can be at times, this
}            is surprising.  There wasn't even innuendo.
} 
} POSSIBLE NEW EPISODES:
} Voyager:   Yes
} Babylon 5: Only on TBS
} Dr. Who:   No (the BBC is twisted scum)
} Winner:    Voyager
} Comment:   Considering how loyal TBS is to its series, I don't give B5
}            much longer.  (The Oracle is still furious with TBS for
}            canceling "Swat Kats.")
} 
} And the winner is... "Dr. Who."
} Reason:    The least pretentious of all the series.  A simple,
}            easy-to-follow plot that doesn't require hiring Frontline
}            to analyze (unlike Babylon 5) and doesn't require deus ex
}            machina particles to seal plot holes (unlike Voyager), but
}            still thoroughly entertaining for everybody.  If you don't
}            like the story, laugh at the special effects.
}
} You owe the Oracle Tom Baker's autograph.
     

Question #61

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(Question-28 Oct 1997)

The question was:

> They call them the "Seven W's": Who, What, Where, Which, When, Why, and How.
> 
> Shouldn't that be Whow?
     

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} All depends on who's saying it, sweetie.
     

Question #62

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(Answer-12 Nov 1997)

The question was:

> Oracle, better than a crushed kneewcap, whose nose smells like roses (but
> does not actually smell roses) - tell me...why ar ebell clams so damn hard
> to cook?
     

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} The Ar Ebell clam-- or more popularly, "desert clam"-- is a marvel of
} evolution.  Found only in the Ar Ebell desert, this unique mollusk has
} developed a thick membrane that traps moisture within but allows oxygen
} and waste to pass through, allowing it to reduce its metabolism until
} moisture is abundant.
} 
} The secret to cooking Ar Ebell clams is to remove that membrane.  Most
} people just tear it off (and destroy the clam in the process), but the
} real secret is to soak it in lemon juice overnight.  The next morning
} the membrane will just fall off.
} 
} You owe the Oracle a tundra lobster (with garlic butter).
     

Question #63

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(Answer-07 Jan 1998)

The question was:

> Oracle, most wise, before whom BC3K is fun to play, I come
> before you as a humble supplicant with the following
> question:
> 
>    Derek Smart has *tons* of friends. People are
>    constantly talking about him on c.s.i.p.g.strategy.
>    What do I need to do to become as popular as
>    he is?
> 
> I humbly await your reply,
> Hymie
     

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} It's all in a name.  Listen:  "Derek Smart."  Crisp.  Clean.  Highly
} Anglo-Saxon.  der-ECH smarTTT.  Just listen to those consonants.
} 
} Compare that to "Hymie."  Nasal.  Feminine.  Easily mocked.  hi-MEE.  
} Brings to mind the poor kid always beaten up on the playground.
} 
} Change your name to "Dirk Vicious."  dirKK vish-ohSSSS.  Guaranteed
} results.
     

Question #64

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(Question-07 Jan 1998)

The question was:

> How many licks does it take to get to the center of a woodchuck?
     

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} Well, let's see. First off, I'd zot you today for the lack of even a
} rudimentary grovel, but I'm still bummed out by the death of Sonny Bono (he
} represented the promise that even small weird-looking guys could get it on
} with sexy long-legged chicks), so I'll overlook it just this once and
} proceed directly to the matter at heart.
} 
} A typical bottle of Woodchuck cider is 16oz, so the center of a Woodchuck
} would be 8oz.  I'm not sure why you're licking it rather than drinking it
} like a normal person, but experiemental research done at the prestigious
} Oracle Labs determined that the average lick can carry around .08oz (lapping
} does better, but is impolite), so the average person would take 100 licks to
} get to the center of a Woodchuck.  Lisa did it in 53 licks, but she's
} *really* good at licking...
} 
} You owe the Oracle a good recipee for owl and turtle stew.
     

Question #65

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(Question-09 Jan 1998)

The question was:

> Knowing how you feel about woodchucks, I'm curious to know what was your
> opinion of the movie "Groundhog Day"?
     

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} Ever since Groundhog Day came out, it's become somewhat of a mini-cult
} movie. As a result, they always play it at repertory theatres every
} February 2. Year after year, they just play it over and over, year after
} year, they always play it, it just keeps playing over and over and over
} again...
} 
} You owe the Oracle a way of removing Andie McDowell from any movie she's
} been in.
     

Question #66

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(Question-12 Jan 1998)

The question was:

> } You owe the Oracle a really mindboggling question about the art of Odd
> } Nerdrum, the famous Norwegian painter.
> 
> OK,
> 
> How did the art of Odd Nerdrum, the famous Norwegian painter, affect the
> evolution of modern deconstructionalism?
     

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} Nerdrum wasn't a deconstructionalist, he was an
} antiecclesiodisetablishmentarianist.  The
} antiecclesiodisetablishmentarianist movement had very little impact on
} modern (or pre- or post-modern, for that matter) deconstructionalism.
} However, Nerdrum's work had a profound impact on the movement in art
} towards neo-antiecclesiodisetablishmentarianism, particularly in the
} field of impressionistic-surreal-neoantiecclesiodisetablishmentarianism.
} Hope this cleared it up for you.
} 
} You owe the Oracle an English word longer than
} antiecclesiodisetablishmentarianistic and a round of Scrabble.
     

Question #67

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(Answer-17 Jan 1998)

The question was:

> Hey Oracleman, riddle me this!
> 
> Expand  (x-a)*(x-b)*(x-c)*...*(x-z)
     

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

}     "Holy Hofstadter, Oracleman!  That's going to be one wicked
} polynominal!" exclaimed Lisa.
}     "Indeed," I replied, noting that she was already busy scribbling an
} expansion on her notepad, "but the twenty-fourth term is the killer."
}     "Twenty-fourth?" she said, puzzled.  "Um, that would be... (x-x)?"
}     I stared at her until she slapped her head in annoyance.  "Of course!
} It all reduces to zero!  But why would the Puzzler send you something
} so obvious?"
}     "Because its a clue to something more sinister, chum.  That's what we
} have to find out."
} 
}     Normally the Puzzler gives obvious hints about his capers, but this
} one had even my razor-sharp mind boggled.
}     Lisa had all but given up.  She sat in the large armchair in the
} Commissioner's office, fiddling dejectedly with the envelope in which
} the message came.  She stared at it, then sniffed it cautiously.
}     "Smells like chicken," she sighed.
}     Her statement triggered something in the back of my mind.  "What?" I
} asked cautiously.
}     "Oh, this stain on the envelope.  It smells like chicken grease."
}     I practically leaped across the room to snatch the envelope from her
} startled hands.
}     After taking a deep whiff myself, I said, "Not just any kind of fried
} chicken, chum, but *Polly's* Fried Chicken!"
}     The Commissioner marveled at my sensitive nose, but he was still
} missing the connection.  Fortunately, Lisa didn't.
}     "Polly... polynominal!"
}     "Right!" I shouted, glad to be on the track of something.  "And I
} would gamble anything that there's a Polly's Chicken franchise on
} Nominal Avenue.  To the Oraclemobile!"
}     The Commissioner was reaching for the phone book as Lisa and I
} bolted from the room.  "Don't bother checking, Commissioner," she
} called back over her shoulder, "he's always right!"
} 
}     Indeed I was.  We entered the Polly's Chicken on Nominal from the
} roof.  Scaling walls is easy; all you have to do is pretend that
} everyone is looking at you sideways and that you're really walking
} along the ground.
}     The store was deserted.
}     "Perhaps it was a coincidence?" my partner inquired, almost
} apologetically.
}     "With the Puzzler, it's *never* a coincidence," I snarled back.
}     As if on cue, all the lights in the store came on, momentarily
} blinding us.  When our eyes undazzled, we found ourselves facing two
} large guys in bowling shirts, each bearing the embroidered name
} "Herb."
}     Also present was the Puzzler!  "Herbs," he shouted, "get them!"
}     The Herbs were no match for our polished fighting skills, so it
} looked like an easy win... until the Spice Girls suddenly appeared and
} started singing.  We tried to hold out as long as possible, but
} eventually the pain was too much and we had to cover our ears.
} Without the use of our arms, the Herbs (who were wearing earmuffs, I
} noted) quickly beat us into unconsciousness.
} 
}     I awoke first.
}     "Ah, Oracleman!  I see you're awake.  What do you think of my
} seven secret Herbs and Spices?"
}     "I think you're insane," I muttered.
}     We had been manicled to chairs.  In front of me was a computer
} console.  The handcuffs I wore gave me just enough slack to reach the
} keyboard.
}     Lisa moaned to signal her return to consciousness.
}     "I see you're curious about this setup.  The computer in front of
} you will begin to display logic puzzles.  You have thirty seconds to
} solve each one.  If you answer incorrectly or fail to answer at all,
} the crack in the platform below you will open an inch.  When it opens
} wide enough, you and your lovely companion will be dumped directly
} into the deep fat fryer, and you'll quickly become tomorrow's special
} of the day."
}     "You twisted goon!  Leave Lisa out of this!"
}     "Sorry, Oracleman!  I need to keep the both of you busy while I go
} out and commit the Crime of the Century!  Herbs!  Spices!  Pack up,
} we're moving out."
}     He chuckled evilly as the first logic puzzle appeared on the
} screen.  "Enjoy yourself, Oracleman.  Don't think too hard; you'll
} give yourself a headache..."
} 
}     Great Spicy Chicks!  Can Orrie and Lisa escape before they become
} just another Urban Legend?  Find out next week!  Same Oracle time,
} same Oracle channel!
     

Question #68

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(Question-19 Jan 1998)

The question was:

> Ba Wheep Gra Na Wheep Ninny-bong?
     

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} "Ba Wheep Gra Na Wheep Ninny-bong"! That's what Q told me our contact was
} expecting as the password. We're just going to have to say "Ba Wheep
} Gra Na Wheep Ninny-bong" to every dignitary at this convention until
} we find the one who responds. We've got the heads of most countries
} in the world here, so let's get going. Mr Clinton!
} 
} Yes?
} 
} The name's Bond, James Bond.
} 
} Hello Mr Bond.
} 
} Ba Wheep Gra Na Wheep Ninny-bong.
} 
} I beg your pardon.
} 
} Ba Wheep Gra Na Wheep Ninny-bon.
} 
} I'm sorry. I didn't even inhale, let alone learn any of that British
} junkie slang.
} 
} I see. Sorry for bothering you Mr Clinton.
} 
} That's fine. See you around Mr Bond.
} 
} OK Chaps, it's not Mr Clinton. Mr Blair!
} 
} Hello. Aren't you one of ours?
} 
} Yes Prime Minister. The name's Bond, James Bond. Ba Wheep Gra Na Wheep
} Ninny-bon.
} 
} Hmmm. I don't know what that is, but slip me a million pounds and I'll
} make sure the EEC allows you to write it on the side of racing cars.
} Deal?
} 
} Sorry, Prime Minister. I was talking while I was eating. Look, there's 
} a drug-addled rock star.
} 
} Excuse me, I must go and have my photograph taken with him. Goodbye
} Mr Bond.
} 
} Mr Yeltsin. Mr Yeltsin! The name's Bond, James Bond. Ba Wheep Gra Na
} Wheep Ninny-bon. 
} 
} (silence).
} 
} Mr Yeltsin, Mr Yeltsin! Oh dear, he appears to be dead. He's awfully
} cold to the touch.
} 
} Mr Bond! Our leader is not dead, this is a vicious rumour. He is merely
} suffering from a bad cold.
} 
} Ba Wheep Gra Na Wheep Ninny-bon.
} 
} No, he's not suffering from any of your decadent Western diseases, merely
} a bad cold. Please excuse me while I put our great leader back in the
} freezer.
} 
} OK chaps, chin up and don't give up. Mr Kim!
} 
} Hello.
} 
} The name's Bond, James Bond.
} 
} Hello Mr Bond. Can you spare a dollar or two?
} 
} Ba Wheep Gra Na Wheep Ninny-bon.
} 
} Yes, very good. You see, I wouldn't ask you but Korea's in a bit of
} a tight spot at the moment and I could only afford a one way ticket.
} 
} Sure Mr Kim. Take ten. Look, the North Koreans are over there and
} I'm sure you can sell them enough secrets about your military to
} afford a ticket home.
} 
} [much later]
} 
} Not anyone in the Western world, not Africa, not South America. This
} is more difficult than I thought. Mr Eye al For Eye. Mr Eye al For
} Eye!
} 
} Good evening. You are British, no?
} 
} Yes. The name's Bond, James Bond. Ba Wheep Gra Na Wheep Ninny-bon.
} 
} (pause) You speak Afghani very well Mr Bond. Have you spent time in my
} country? Destabilising the Russians I hope (laughs)
} 
} Mr Eye al For Eye, you are our contact, are you not?
} 
} Contact? I'm sorry Mr Bond, but I don't know what you are talking about.
} 
} But, you understood the password!!
} 
} Well yes, but I can't see what 'You can take your job and stuff it' has
} to do with anything. Have you been to Afghanistan often?
} 
} You owe The Oracle a magazine with 'Contacts' written on the cover.
     

Question #69

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(Question-19 Jan 1998)

The question was:

> Ba Wheep Gra Na Wheep Ninny-bong?
     

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} And ba wheep gra na wheep ninny-bong to you, kind supplicant.  I notice
} that you append your intergalactic greeting with a question mark.  Are
} you asking what it means, perhaps?  Surely you know that the phrase
} is from an old computer game, which claimed it was a message of peace.
} This is, of course, entirely untrue.  The message is actually 
} mathematically proven to be the least provoking phrase in the universe.
} 
} As was recently discovered by your human astronomers, there is a lot
} more space out there than meets the eye.  Given this almost infinite
} space, one can deduce that there is an almost infinite number of stars,
} with an almost infinite number of planets around them.  My bookie says
} that the chance for life is 1 in 9 (Actually the chances are 2 in 9,
} but those NASA bunglers keep sneezing on their rocks.), and since an
} almost infinite number divided by nine is... lessee, carry the 1...
} is an almost infinite number with a remainder of 6,  that makes for
} an almost infinite number of languages.  From this point the
} calculations start to get complicated, with a lot of language theory
} and esperanto thrown in for good measure.  The point being that when
} you're mucking about with a large number of languages, any random
} phrase is likely to be a disgusting insult in some language or another.
} As it turns out, ba wheep gra na wheep ninny-bong is a harmless in all
} languages but one, where it means "may your dear sweet auntie be slowly
} eaten alive by a narg fairy."
} 
} In response to your question, then, no.  You see, my dear sweet auntie
} IS a narg fairy, and she's very hungry.
} 
} You owe the Oracle an essay on how not to insult the Oracle, given that
} he knows an infinite number of languages.  In esperanto.  Or I'll send
} Aunt Viola after you.
} 
} Incarnation's note:  The above answer is fiction.  fick-shun.  As in not
} true.  In the real world, the phrase "ba wheep gra na wheep ninny-bong"
} is much more likely to put you in the hospital than, say, "here's my
} wallet."  You have been warned.  fnord.
     

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