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Thanks to some ambiguous typography on the posters, only after people had taken their seats and the lights had dimmed would they realise they were about to sit through a 3-hour musical about ethernet cabling.
A related project - RS232 Interface Lead
http://www.youtube....watch?v=CDlj0jBtYmQ
not available in the shops [Loris, Nov 07 2013]
halfbakery: the musical
halfbakery_3a_20the_20musical
thumbwax, Jul 04 2002 [8th of 7, Nov 08 2013]
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Scene 1: "Hey have you heard about this new Cat6
stuff? (singing) Iiiiiiiits traaansmission,
performance, is
simply, enormous its insertion loss is lower making
cat5 that much slower, better signal, to noise, is a
feature it enjoooooooyyyyyys... oh it's Cat6 cabling
for me!" |
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"In other news, 'CAT5: The Musical' set a Broadway
record for quickest closing musical shuttering its
doors about halfway through the first song." |
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This must be implemented immediately. |
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I think I'm going to pass this one up and go see H41R
instead. A viral campaign I saw advertised it... |
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<chorus>
"White and orange - Orange!
White and green - Blue!
White and blue - Green!
White and brown - Brown!"
</chorus> |
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Will the sequel be CAT6, or fibre channel ... ? |
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The sequel is of course, Schrödinger's Cats: The
musical you have to see to believe! |
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//Will the sequel be CAT6, or fibre channel ...// |
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5e,6,7. It'll go on and on... |
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This seems to possibly have been inspired by one of my annos.... |
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But where will it all end ? After enduring "Silverlight Express", Annie get your GNU" and "RAIDers of the lost Archive", surely the market would saturate ... |
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// Halfbakery: The Musical! // |
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You're a trifle behind the curve with that one, [Ray] ... |
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[xandram] Yes, that's right - I knew it was from
someone's annotation but couldn't remember
whose. The idea came from you writing "CATS" in
capitals. Anyway, feel free to bask in the reflected
glory of my buns (not a euphemism). |
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I thought maybe it would be about a big hurricane, but I like your idea better |
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No, you're thinking of the one about the big
earthquake: "Mercali on 34th Street" |
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[hippo] I came back to give you a big bun and a thanks for using my capital letters as an inspiration. [+] (I had to leave the hb quickly at that time I was writing as I was under surveillance from the boss) haha
...truly a gem! |
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Riverdunce.... an idiot comes on stage and dances in a shallow river, stamping up and down and splashing dirty brown water in every direction. |
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Yeah I remember that one. Too bad the best songs
were scrubbed. |
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...the audience sat through the 80's-style breakdance number "Crosstalk", but started to beat down the locked auditorium doors during the rousing love ballad "802.11b/g"... |
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"Wherever I lay my ^, that's my ~"
"127.0.0.1 127.0.0.1 on the range, where the port and
the tcp play."
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Bound to be a hit on Broadbandway, in The Big Apple ... |
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Just wait until the inter-mission. |
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Solar power computer in need of a reboot? |
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Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan |
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Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember
The time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again |
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Every street lamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street lamps gutters
And soon it will be morning |
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Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin |
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Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning |
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Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with my memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun |
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Next up: Terminator: Coaxial. |
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One of the most beautiful posts to ever appear on the HB. |
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