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The Real Anklebyter's guide.
Due to the immense popularity towards the many "real" files, I have
decided to compile a guide which shows what NOT to do to become a
better user. Since I have not been an anklebiter for many a year, I
find it fitting that I should write such a file.
First, for those of you who are not familliar with the term
"anklebiter", I will define it;
ANKLEBITER: One who has not owned a modem for more than 6 months, and
asks annoying questions about how to use it. Anklebiters cannot be
blamed for their actions, because they just dont know any better.
ANKLEBYTER: One who acts immature, and generally retarded on BBS's.
Anklebyters are hated by everyone (exept by other anklebyters, as
anklebyters tend to stick together) Anklebyters must be set straight
or they will eventually poison the minds of anklebiters.
Since we all were anklebiters at one time, I will direct this guide
towards anklebyters, as there seems to be a large flood of them these
days.
HOW TO SPOT AN ANKLEBYTER
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Real anklebyters can be of any age but are usually 12 or 13.
Real anklebyters leave a "Pleeeze send me E-mail!!!" message at
least once a week.
Corollary: Only real anklebyters reply to such messages.
Real sysop's, when spotting real anklebyters, delete them at once.
Real anklebyters think that Half duplex is a small two family house.
Real anklebyters hardly ever run BBS's, exept in rare occasions such
as the case of Lyle Lexier.
Real anklebyters cannot ever be real pirates or real sysops.
Real anklebyters can be true leeches, or unreal system crashers, and
usually are.
When calling BBS's with 20+ message bases, real anklebyters always
complain on the bitch board that there aren't enough.
Corollary: Real sysops don't run BBS's with more than 13 message
bases anyway.
Real anklebyters have at least 5 different pseudo's.
Real anklebyters name themselves after the t.v. shows they watch.
(I.E. Pa Ingalls, Scrappy Doo, Jr. Frisky Frolic)
Corollary: Real anklebyters never miss an episode of STAMPEDE
WRESTLING.
Real anklebyters try to get others to like them by setting up clubs
populated solely by their many pseudo's.
Corollary: Real anklebyters name their anklebyter clubs after them
sound powerful. (I.E. Neo-nazi's, Resistance fighters, Jedi Knights,
9" pricks)
Real anklebyters pronounce "Sysop" SIGH-SOP. (Note: Correct
pronunciation is SIS-OP)
Corollary: Real anklebyters think SIGH-SOP is a new type of barbeque
sauce.
Real anklebyters are always posting messages about what rock groups
they listen to.
Corollary: Real anklebyters listen to Heavy Metal because they think
people will like them if they do.
When a Real anklebyter achieves a measley access level of 2, he
considers himself more socially valuable than an anklebiter with level
1.
Corollary: Real anklebyters are always accusing others of being
anklebyters.
Real anklebyters watch POLICE STORY, and EYE ON HOLLYWOOD, when
everyone else is watching LATE NIGHT WITH DAVID LETTERMAN.
Real anklebyters try to sell games that foolish pirates gave to
them.
Corollary: Poor anklebiters, not knowing any better, buy such games.
Real anklebyters use the family's computer.
Corollary: Anklebyterness is hereditary so any brothers or sisters
they have are usually anklebyters too.
When on backspacing boards, Real anklebyters say "This message will
erase itself" at the end of a message, then proceed to waste
everyone's time by backspacing over the whole message (And knowing
anklebyters, its around 90 lines of irrelevant shit).
When on the local Bitch Board, real anklebyters always complain that
there are never any new messages.
Corollary: The reason there is never any new messages is because
real anklebyters sit by their computer all day signing on to BBS's at
least 4 times a day each. Not enabling any new messages to be posted.
Everytime a Real anklebyter signs onto a BBS, the first thing he
does is call for chat; even if last time he chatted with the sysop,
the sysop booted him off.
Real anklebyters type in upper case.
Corollary: Real anklebyters refer to upper case as "Big letters",
and lower case as "Small letters"
When overhearing a Real Hacker discussing the p/w to some new
system, Real anklebyters use the info and always mess things up for
Real Hackers.
Corollary: Real anklebyters always brag about being hackers, when
their really just dick smackers.
When running a BBS, Real anklebyters always cut in for chat, and
sometimes when people say "I dont want to chat with you" they start to
cry and threaten to delete your User I.D.
Corollary: Only Real anklebyters care if he does it or not.
Real anklebyters use at least 9 exlemation points at the end of
their sentances.
Corollary: Real anklebyters hardly ever make Real sentances anyway.
Real anklebyters randomly pick people out of the user list to send
E-mail to.
Corollary: Only Real anklebyters reply to such messages, unless they
are telling the anklebyter to fuck off.
When reading files like this, and discovering they fit the
description given, Real anklebyters begin to cry.
GEORGE/AKA MR. MODEM MAN: PORTRAIT OF AN ANKLEBYTER
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Hooking up a computer wasn't nearly as hard as George thought it
would be. He simply plugged it in according to the diagram. Soon
George was ready to start gaming! He had leeched a few games from his
pals at school, and one of them told him to get a modem. George
didn't know what a modem was, but because of the cute name, George
asked his parents. Naturally they agreed to buy George the best modem
on the market, the micromodem IIe! after getting the best deal in
town, George and his family came home $400 poorer... but at least they
had a micromodem! The man at the store had been so nice, he gave
George a list of phone numbers he could call with his new modem.
George listened in on the extension after dialing one of the numbers
off of his list. Someone picked up the phone, so George announced
"Hello! I just got a modem, is this a modem num-" George was cut off
by a terrible noise which blared at him through the handset. In
tears, George yelled "That doesn't seem right! Daaaaaad-deeeee!"
George's father rushed in to see what was wrong. George told him the
whole thing...
"Why don't we see if there was any damage done to the computer
Georgie? then if anything went wrong we can get it fixed and have it
back by morning!" his father comforted him. Walking into the bedroom,
which was littered with lego's and G.I. Joe action figures, they
noticed something was happening on the screen.
ENTER U.I.D. OR NEW ==
It said, waiting for a reply. George was over joyed as he reached
up to hug his father. Then he settled down at the keyboard to see if
he could hack into this system.
U.I.D.
George entered, knowing it would work, because he was a hacker. It
didn't work, but George shrugged it off, after all, he was just
starting, it could take 5 or 10 minutes before he got in... Getting a
brilliant idea, George entered
NEW
It worked! He applied for a P/W and soon realized that this wasn't
a private system after all! He laughed in his shrill voice and leaned
over to turn his computer off. It was 8:00 pm, his bedtime, and he
needed rest because by tomorrow he would be validated!
The next day George asked his parents if he could stay home from
school to use his modem. They agreed happily, and once again George
sat down at the computer and dialed that number. This time he did not
fall for that tricky log on procedure, and was on line within seconds!
George browsed through the BBS and decided to leave a message.
From: Mr. Modem Man Date: Tue Feb 16th 1986
HI EVERYONE! I JUST GOT MY MODEM! I WANT TO TRADE SOFTWARES!PLEASE
LEAVE ME E-MAILS!!! I NEED E-MAILS!!! HA HA HA !!! HI MR. SYSOP, ARE
YOU WATCHING ME? HA HA HA!
.S