LCA 3: So just what is this LCA thing anyway?
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_-~So just what is this LCA thing anyway?~-_
-----------------by fLoOd-----------------Well...Hmmm...how should I start? The LCA is just a coupla guys in a little shit of a town who got bored of conventional wisdom, got us a few handy little modem-thingies, and breathed a little too much freshly-popped microwave popcorn air.
So...we got together, listened to a couple funky tunes, traded some worldly wisdom, and compared scars...when the house was struck by a huge bolt of strangely green-looking lightning. Next thing you know, we all began prophesying in tongues and popping things in the microwave at random to see what would happen. To our extreme disappointment, the computer CPU would not fit, and therefore we took it as a sign from God that the computer, unlike the string of polish sausages, box of little cocktail weinies, and baby ostrich that had imploded under the might of the sacred 'Reheat' button, was to be used for a much loftier and more sanitary purpose.
We immediately set to work eating pineapple Now&Laters, researching Bell Security's ESS and Crossbar systems, yelling at African Finger Monkeys, and typing up these phat t-files for your viewing pleasure. It is no small task, either. It took years of toil, endless hours of reading life insurance policy fine print, gallons of coffee, and many failed attempts in our search for the perfect piece of Key Lime Pie. But eventually, we came up with two text files containing information _so_ priceless that we had to just sit back and bask in the warm photon flow being emitted from our screens for a few.
So...I took these files, cleaned them up, edited them, slapped the funky header & footer designs on'em, set a lunch date with the president's wife, and altered my ááS slightly to be our Distribution Site. And boom... here we are, right on your screen. There's the information superhighway for you.
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