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Aptel 90
Aptel 90
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Author : Iceman(NZ)
BBS
: The Banana Republic BBS
Applied Telecommunications goes to Computing '90
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This document describes Applied Telecommunications' trip to Computing '90
and the various events that occurred there. After the success of our trip last
year (see the file APTEL89.TXT) it was decided to mount an even larger
expedition this year.....and now read on....
The Crew:
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Name:
Position / Company
A.k.a.
SNJ
QZM
SNJ
Hexen Hammer
- / Nibbles and Bytes
Hexen Hammer
SNJ
Turbo Scuzzy
Disk Drive Controller / E.M.Pty The Iceman
Consultant to the BR
The Iceman
SNJ
Cuzzin It/Rastaman Ja
Sysop of the BR
El Prez
Consultant to the BR
Bat bastard
<Censored>
Mack the Knife
Note that those people listed twice later re-registered under another name.
Also, various other people for one reason or another used their real names.
Preamble:
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At 9:30 almost 90% of the staff of Applied Telecommunications appeared as
if by magic in the Computer Lab at Auckland University, ostensibly to attend a
business meeting for a company somehow related to Applied Telecommunications in
an undefinable manner. Many of them had dressed especially for the occasion:
QZM wore a long coat with seemingly bottomless pockets, ideal for storing free
samples of products; the Rastaman wore a stylish black jacket over which he
draped his slightly less stylish "Cuzzin It" hair; and the Iceman (for the
first time in living history) actually wore shoes (however he offset this
slightly by wearing a "Kentucky Fried Chicken" shirt and faded jeans). After a
relatively brief meeting consisting mainly of rude comments about a certain
brand of computer, we distributed ourselves into various cars, and sped off in
the direction of the Epsom Showgrounds, clutching business passes acquired by
various means, blank disks, copying programs, and lists of funny names to use
on the registration form.
Amble:
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Upon arriving at the venue and stowing vast quantities of materiel into the
enormous pockets of QZM's coat, we approached the foyer of the Michael Fowler
centre, only to discover with horror that our business passes were worthless there were stacks of them lying around for anyone to use. Even more mysterious
was the presence of a number of unattended terminals, apparently for
"do-it-yourself" registration. Presumably this was done as a cost-cutting