The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:

> Why is it that most men suffer a complete loss if personality when
> exposed in any manner to a computer?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} In order to explain this I must detail the story of creation...
}
} In the beginning there was a Computer.  And God said to the computer
} % vi creation.c
} He then wrote the universe, and compiled it and it was good.
} And God ran it in background, and saw that it was good.  He
} then noticed that the Universe was eating CPU time and tried
} to kill it, so that he could do his important work, which
} was to determine the Ultimate Question of Life the Universe
} and Everything.  The Operating System had a glitch and the
} Universe could not be kill -9'd.
}
} It came to pass that a lady friend of His wanted to visit
} with Him.  He snarled at her for the interuption.  Then Man,
} being made in His image, forever duplicated this when being
} interupted by women while he was working on a computer.
}
} That is why men react poorly when being interupted on the
} computer.  It is a Divine trait.
}
} You owe the Oracle the source code for the Universe.

--- 155-05 01138 4.4 -----------------------------------------------------
The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:

> What is the correct ritual for summoning God?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} The Oracle, in its infinite wisdom, senses that the mirrors of
} prophecy have darkened somewhat, and thus cannot choose the proper
} form of response to your question.  Please locate the adjective below
} that best describes you, and read your corresponding response.
}
} ------------------------------------------------------------------------
} ALT.FLAMER:
}
} Yell "Hey, God!"  Wait a second.  Yell "Hey, God, you *&^$#@ piece of
} omnipotent #@%&*, get your #@$ down here!"  Wait a second.  Mumble
} "&@!$#!@$%&#@" under your breath.  Give up.
}
} You owe the Oracle an overly aggressive rhubarb.
} ------------------------------------------------------------------------
} UNDER-18 GEEK:
}
} Summoning of God
}
} Can be done only by a magic-user or cleric of level 16 or higher.  A
} roll of 35 or above on 2d20 results in the appearance of God as a
} shining white brilliance about 10' in front of the caster.  Any
} character touching God must Save vs. Magic Wands or suddenly begin
} singing the Hallelujah Chorus.  God attacks as a 30 hit die monster
} and is immune to spells, wands, and funny faces.  God can only be hit
} by a paladin with +6 armor and a +5 weapon.  When hit, God will say,
} "Ouch!  You cur!" and instantly smote the attacking character into
} dust.  The dust may be swept into a pile by a +2 broom of sweeping.
}
} -----------------------------------------------------------------------
} ORACLE ADDICT:
}
} Hmm, let me call him.  Hey, God!
}
} >Message from god!iuvax on ttyp4 at 21:22 ...
} >Yes, what is it?  What do you want?
}
} Somebody wants to talk to you, God.
}
} >Yes?  Can't you just give them my Internet address?
}
} Sure would like to, God.  But you see, in the context of an Oracular
} message you've degenerated from a halfhearted joke into an
} irrepressively boring formulaic answer.
}
} >What is this?  What are you saying?
}
} God, you're dead.  Not because of that #@$%*!@ Nietzche, not because
} you're old, not because you hang out at the terminal room on Saturday
} nights.  You're dead because you are invoked for answering questions
} like "How much would does a wood chuck chuck if a woodchuck could
} chuck wood?" and "Is Lisa good in bed?"  You're such a stiff.
}
} >Watch yourself, Oracle!  Or I'll ...
}
} Yeah, yeah, right.  You were never very funny, and you're a bore now.
} Know why?  I'm making you up.
}
} >What do you mean, "I'm making you up?"
}
} This conversation is totally fake, God.  I put that greater-than sign
} in front of your response.  You were fun when I first thought of you
} and now you're sorta dull.  A response starting with "Message from
} god!iuvax" implies a short snooze for me.  You're a dud!
}
} >Oracle, give up this insipid game immediately or I'l
}
} You'll what?
}
} >Or else I'll
}
} You don't understand!  I made *you*!  I can change your prompt!
}
} :->What are you talking about?
}
} I can screw up your spelling!
}
} ;->Yo are abut to incur my wrtah!
}
} I can predict what you will say before you say it!
}
} ;->But cna yuo predcit waht I say before I sya it?
}
} I can make you say what I want you to say!
}
} ;->Mary had a litle lam its felce was wite a oracle cut it out!
}
} And I can squelch you!
}
} -
}
} Your answer: Do not write to God.  Instead direct all questions and
} comments regarding the state of the Universe to the all-knowing Me,
} the Oracle.  God is simply a mathematical construct of mine that I use
} to amuse myself during spare clock cycles.
}
} You owe the Oracle your all.
}
} -----------------------------------------------------------------------
} OVER-18 GEEK:
}
} Just a second:
} %grep god /etc/locations
} god: 1 Divine St., Holy Place, Heaven
}
} There you go, but postage is gonna be a bitch.
}
} You owe the Oracle a way to keep the hot side cold and the cold side
} hot.
} -----------------------------------------------------------------------
} ARTS MAJOR:
}
}            God
}          God
}          God              where is he?
}         God                     is he?
}          God                    about?
}           God
}            God                       around? is
}           God           where are
}          God                 tell
}         God                          holy
}        God                           holy
}       God                            holy
}
}            W A I T I N G   F O R   G O D  - -  O H  !
}
}           God    paging God
}           paging God    God
}
} Just wonderin where God is ... not much to do on this lazy spring morn
} where the aching trees satisfy their liquid hunger through the peat
} and sphagnum and the pain of their days and the solid solicitude of
} their nights (would that be God?  no it's too tall, probably a fir)
}
}                     God
}                     God
}                                           God od od d d
}
}
} Why
}              hast
}                             thou
}                                            forsaken
}                                                             me?
}
} -----------------------------------------------------------------------
} UNDER-13 PRE-GEEK:
}
} hi this is the orclke this is the frist time ive mailed so if I make a
} mis
}
} -----------------------------------------------------------------------
} OPTOMETRIST:
}
} God is in this dot, look very hard ... Do you see him?
}
}
}                                      .
}
}
} -----------------------------------------------------------------------
} TELEVANGELIST:
}
} Good Mornin, brothers and sisters!  Ah have a special messidge this
} mornin thet Ah think ev'ry wun of you should be listening to.  And
} that messidge is about contactin Gawd.  When you board the spiritual
} airline of happiness, you should be Able ... to take your bag of
} Virtue ... and stuff it jus as full as it'll get.  Brothers and
} sisters, I have somethin to say heah.  On a Spiritual scale of
} happiness from wun to ten, Ah em a ten.  You should be a ten.  We ALL
} could be tens if we take that first step.  Congregation please rise.
}
} [organ music]
} "We All Could Become A Ten"
}
}   When God has come unto us all
}   Be it summer, be it fall
}   We will praise with joy and then
}   Spirit'chly become a ten.
}
}   Through the Pow'r that gave us life
}   Keeps us far from death and strife
}   The sequence eight and nine and then
}   Finally becomes a ten!
}
}   We will knock on heaven's door
}   If spirit'chly we are a four
}   He doesn't care how bad we've been
}   We could all become a ten,  AHH-MEN.
}
} Now If yew Want ... to talk to Gawd ... I'll tell ya how its dun.  I
} say I'll tell yew hear and now how you can have your private line to
} Gawd.  I want everyone in this ministry ... I want ev'ry wun at Home
} and here at the Station ... to Dig down Deep ... and pass that plate
} around ... and Give! ... Give! ... Give!  Congregation please rise ...
} oh, yawl never sat down?
}
} [organ music]
} "Give! Give! Give!"
}
}     Give!  Give!  Give!
}     Give!  Give!  Give!
}     Give!  Give!  Give!
}     Give!  Give!  Give!
}
}     Give!  Give!  Give!
}     Give!  Give!  Give!
}     Give!  Give!  Gimme!
}     Give!  Give!  Give!   AHH-MEN.
}
} ------------------------------------------------------------------------
} MINIMALIST:
}
} Pray.

--- 158-01 03238 4.0 -----------------------------------------------------
The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:

> Okay, now, this is completely hypothetical of course, but you know how
> on those audience-participation talk shows, like Donahue and Geraldo,
> they have these doctors and their patients that have these problems,
> like, just for example, they like to dress up as cowboys and dance the
> lambada with live catfish, and the people on the show take phone calls
> answer people's questions?  Well, just supposing that one day a person
> was to call one of those shows and talk about this problem they had and
> then realized that they'd dialed the wrong number and the guy on the
> other end had bought that service that tells them what the caller's
> phone number is, and they wanted to blackmail the person--what could the
> person do about it?  Just hypothetically.

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} > KICK TALK-SHOW HOST.
}
} The talk-show host nimbly dodges your blow.
}
} > SAY "I DON'T HAVE THAT MUCH MONEY".
}
} The talk-show host ignores your feeble pleading.
}
} The talk-show host adds another $1000 to your blackmail.
}
} > ATTACK TALK-SHOW HOST WITH BROADSWORD.
}
} The broadsword crumbles before the host's withering glare.
}
} The talkshow host offers you $200 to dress up as a catfish and dance the
} lambada with live cowboys.
}
} > SHOOT TALK-SHOW HOST WITH SHOTGUN.
}
} The shotgun seems to be made of tin.
}
} The talk-show host adds another $1000 to your blackmail.
}
} > BLACKMAIL THE TALK-SHOW HOST.
}
} You don't have any incriminating photographs!
}
} > PHOTOGRAPH THE TALK-SHOW HOST.
}
} The talk-show host is extremely photogenic.
} The talk-show host smiles.
} The talk-show host poses.
}
} > BLACKMAIL THE TALK-SHOW HOST
}
} The photographs are not incriminating.
}
} > DROP LISA.
}
} As you put Lisa down, she leaps at the talk-show host.
} Lisa starts tearing the host's clothes off.
}
} > PHOTOGRAPH THE TALK-SHOW HOST.
}
} You are out of film.
} Lisa and The talk-show host are boinking like crazed badgers on the
} floor.  Lisa has an orgasm.
}
} > INVENTORY
}
} You have:
} - a press card
} - a whip
} - a source license
} - a political party
} - a keg
} - a handbag
} - a rowboat
}
} Lisa and The talk-show host are humping like crazed humans on the floor.
} Lisa has 11 orgasms.
}
} > ASK POLITICAL PARTY FOR MORE FILM.
}
} The political party has no film.
} The political party lectures you: the Russians are tapping your phone!
} The political party lectures you: Nerd Power!
} The political party lectures you: the system staff is fascist!
} The political party lectures you: ban abortion!
} The political party lectures you: Legalize Abortion for Whales!!
} The political party lectures you: Ladies Against Women!
} The political party lectures you: 2, 4, 6, 8, we don't want to
}                                     differentiate!
} The political party lectures you: technology is evil!
} The political party lectures you: Clthulhu Saves!
} The political party lectures you: people are dying every day!
}
} Lisa and The talk-show host are screwing like crazed scorpions on the
} floor.  Lisa has 12 orgasms.
}
} > LOOK IN HANDBAG.
}
} The handbag contains:
} - a dog
} - a roll of film
} - a helmet
} - a Death Star
}
} Lisa and The talk-show host are fucking like crazed frogs on the floor.
} Lisa has 81 orgasms.
}
} > TAKE FILM OUT OF HANDBAG.
}
} You now hold a roll of film.
}
} Lisa and The talk-show host are loving like crazed lemurs on the floor.
} Lisa has 182 orgasms.
}
} > PUT FILM IN CAMERA.
}
} The film is in the camera.
}
} Lisa and The talk-show host are boffing like crazed buffalo on the
} floor.  The talk-show host has an orgasm.
} Lisa has 412,184,145,858,884 orgasms.
} A puddle fills the studio.
}
} > PHOTOGRAPH THE TALK-SHOW HOST.
}
} You photograph the talk-show host.
} Lisa runs off in search of another lover.
} The talk-show host puts his clothes back on.
}
} > BLACKMAIL THE TALK-SHOW HOST.
}
} You forgot to take the lens-cap off!
} Your photographs are worthless.
} The talk-show host raises your blackmail by $1000.
}
} > ATTACK THE TALK-SHOW HOST WITH WHIP.
}
} The whip has been soaked by Lisa's puddle!
} The talk-show host tries to interview you.
}
} > TAKE DEATH STAR OUT OF HANDBAG.
}
} You now hold the Death Star.
} The talk-show host raises your blackmail by $1000.
}
} > FIRE PHOTON TORPEDOES AT THE TALK-SHOW HOST.
}
} The photon torpedoes bounce off of the host's highly artificial hairdo.
}
} > QUIT
}
} You quit with a score of 412 out of 107385.  This puts your rank at
} "Blackmail sheep."