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20th Anniversary of RMS's Original GNU Post
An anonymous reader writes "Sep 27, 2003 is the 20th anniversary of Stallman's original Usenet post describing his vision of GNU. Good time for reflecting over GNU's successes and failures, about how it has changed our world."
first post :)
Twenty years ago, a couple of my kids did not exist.
Times change.
Any technology distinguishable from magic is insufficiently advanced.
I am 28 (29 in June)
I am 5'4" 128 lbs red hair green eyes.
I like to put myself in desperate situation & pee my pants.
Today, I went to a clinic for tests for diabetes I know I don't have it but my Doctor thought I might because I can't control my bladder well (I can but like to pee my pants).
They told me not to drink after midnight but I drank 6 very big glasses of water. They told me not to pee (Who am I to argue)
I arrived early & they had me wait for a half hour. I was supposed to pee in a bottle, but I acted very figity & said can I please go to the bathroom. The said not until I drank some stuff & waited a half an hour. I bounced in my chair (I really had to go bad). I begged & pleaded with them to let me go to the bathroom but they said no because it would ruin my test.
Finally they called my name. When I stood up I lost all control & peed in my pants. I was wearing light blue jeans. I started to cry & said look what you made me do. They lady said sorry but we couldn't let you go before the test. I said how am I supposed to get home since I don't have a car & came on the bus. I said that I would have to transfer 3 times & it would be too embarrassing to so home like this. They said I could take a cab. I said that would cost over $15 which I didn't have. They said that they would pay, but when the cab driver saw my jeans he said no way you're getting in my cab. I cried some more & created quite a scene.
Eventually, the lady said that she'd have to drive me home in the clinic's car. She said that I have to wait about one hour. I said that would be uncomfortable but agreed. This clinic only does blood test so thet have no gowns. The hour was up & my jeans were still drenched. The lady drove me home. She was very sorry & said that this happens about once every 2 months, but that one woman did it three times before she finally made it through her appointment. She told me to come back tomorrow to try & take the test again, but I am going to go for the record & drink even more water tonight. Maybe I will wear my thin white pants with blue panties tomorrow. The other woman only had 3 accidents. I can beat that.
Today, I went back to the clinic for another attempt at the diabetes test.
Again I was told not to eat or drink anything after midnight & not to pee.
Again I had six big glasses of water in the morning.
I arrived at the clinic early so I could play my game.
I sat and waited for a while. The I started to act desperate (who was acting?) I went up to the receptionist & asked her if I could use the bathroom. She said I know the rules & that I could not, and she asked me if my predicament was as bad as the last time.
I said that it was. She apologized & said the only thing that she could do was bump me to an earlier appointment & would that help.
I said that I thought it might.
I went back to my seat & was very figity. I was bouncing up & down & crossing & uncrossing my legs.
Finally it was my turn to take the test. They called my name & I stood up.
Again I lost total control. The six glasses of water & whatever I drank last night exited me hurriedly. Again I started to cry.
I was wearing the thin white pants i spoke about earlier & my blue panties.
There was so much pee that my pants were virtually transparent, as well as my panties (My pubic hair was clearly visible)
Evenly with all the pee my jeans & shoes could hold, I am sure that we mopped up about a litre/quart.
The receptionist already knew that I could not leave, because I would have to catch 3 different buses to get home & the taxi driver wouldn't let me in his cab the las time.
She offered to drive me home again on her lunch 2 hours away. So I had to sit in my wet pants for all the waiting room to see. There was a lady in the waiting room who had her children with her. Her l
This is true & happenned last week. It was my lucky day. Thursiday I won two tickets from FM-96 to see the Titanic (The James Cameron Film). The tickets were for Friday night.
I hadn't been out for a long time (with my son being sick) I was looking foward to a night out. I was just going to use one of the tickets, since I had no one to go with. But then I found out that he movie doesn't end until 10 past midnight, after the final bus would leave the theatre.
I was doomed to a night in. I mentioned it to my coffe pal, Mr. Kelsey. He drives me to the hospital to see my son & drives me around to pay my bills. (We met last year after I stepped off my porch to get my newspaper & the door blew shut. I was dressed only in panties & t-shirt- will send that tale in soon.) He offered to drop me off & pick me back up.
I invited him to stay since I had two tickets. He agrred since he hadn't been to a movie in more than 15 years.
We arrived at the theatre at 7:45 to get good seats, because the movie started at 8:30. We arrived too late to get real good seats. The only two fairly good seats that were together were about samck middle of he theatre. We had to get in past 20 people at least to get to our seats. The place was sold out, not an empty seat in the house.
Because of the amount of people in the theatre, they brought out snacks on a cart, instead of making us go out to the snack-bar.
I got a root-beer and popcorn & settled in for the movie.
Boy was it a long movie. About an hour into the movie, I felt that familiar feeling in my bladder. I knew that I would have to go soon. But the movie was good good & Leonardo is so cute. I figured I would wait until he movie finished.
All the water in the film was making it harder to concentreate & hold it, but I was managing.
About 2 1/2 hours into the film my need grew more urgent, but I did not want to bother anyone by getting up. I had never seen such a filled theatre much less one so quiet. Everyone was respectful of everyone else. I decided to wait.
I was embarrassed when Rose posed naked for Jack to paint her. I mean I was sitting next to Mr. Kelsey. He's like 60 years old. I didn't like it when they tried to frame Jack (Leonardo) with stealing the necklace.
The story was so intriguing that I would not have left my seat no matter what.
My bladder was growing more & more impatient.
Soon, the boat sank, Rose was rescued & the credits came on. Many of the people in our row were the kind that has to watch the credits, so we were stuck for a while. The credits seemed to go on forever, at least 10 minutes. I guess when you make a $300million movie a lot of people are involved.
Finally, the theatre was emptying. I told Mr. Kelsey that I had to go to the bathroom & he said he did too, so off we went.
There was such a line-up. Mr. Kelsey was done, even before I got into the bathroom. He came back to my line & told me he was going outside to warm up the car & not to worry that he would wait.
The line-up was going very very slow. There was more women than me doing the have-to-pee-so-bad dance. I am finally in the bathroom about two in the cue for the stalls, when I can't hold it anymore & the floodgates opened. I tried to wait but I couldn't and I couldn't stop. There was no way that I could save any face. Just as I finished the stall door opened & I went it to survey the damage.
I could hear the other women laughing at me & one woman said why did she go in there if I already peed & if I didn't hurry she might have an accident too. I didn't know what to do. I figured that I should just bite the bullet & face the music so I left the stall.
My jeans were wet to my ankles & there was no way to hide it. To make matters worse I had to go out into the lobby to get out side & there was a lot of men waiting for their wives or girlfirends. I heard a few comments. I had to get outside
You know how coffee goes through you, from one hole to the other. I reached a point on the road where I really had to pee badly, but the visibility was so bad that it might have been dangerous to stop. Not knowing where or when I'd come to the next rest stop in that wild country the pressure harder to bear.
It wouldn't be the first time if I just let go and wet my panties and jeans. But I didn't particularly want to ruin the upholstery. I thought of throwing the rest of the coffee out and peeing into the thermos. But I knew that the way I was built and the way I was sitting in the driver's seat, I wouldn't be able to get the mouth of the thermos down there where I could fill it, without having the contents run out as fast as I squirted it in. And that's IF I could even get my fly open and my panties out of the way, while continuing to steer the car. So I gave up that idea. Oh to be built like a man! (Just kidding. I kind of like my own equipment. :) :) )
The only thing left, except risking my life by pulling over blind on the shoulder, was to pee my pants right where I sat. And I did.
I always carry a box of tissues on my dashboard. So I took half the contents and pushed the wad under my fanny. Then I told my aching bladder to let go. It was a little hard to pay attention to the driving and send the message. We are trained by habit to relax to pee, and that seemed to conflict with the requirements of driving at 50 m.p.h. thorough a blizzard. But I felt like I was bursting, so a tiny bit more effort resulted in my detecting that certain little tickle in my crotch, followed by a very warm wetness, that tells me I have begun to leak.
The trickle grew to a full stream, and I could feel it run down into the crack of my butt. The warmth spread out over my fanny. I didn't feel wet, because I was sitting on it, but I felt incredibly warm all over my bottom. I let enough escape to relieve the pressure, without emptying completely: I squeezed off the flow out of concern for my car seat. Lifting my butt up to remove the pile of tissues, I felt how wet the seat of my jeans were and I realized that I was soaked in my own piss. And so were the tissues, which had become a bright golden yellow. I threw them on the rubber floor mat and took a few more fresh ones from the box to put between me and the car seat. The seat had obviously taken a hit, but there was no need to let it soak up more pee from my wet jeans.
I was blissful and cozy in my warm, wet isolation, driving alone through the deserted countryside, with the blizzard providing a protective curtain against all intrusions into my private pee world. I slipped a tape cassette of good symphonic-band ragtime into my stereo, and hummed along to such great oldies as "The Smiler," "Creole Belles," and "Circus Time In Dixie." I could even sing along: "My Creole belle, I love her well, Around my heart she has cast a spell. My Creole belle ..."
Another happy memory to put away for my ember days. Such little personal moments are the stuff a good life is made of. Now I suppose some intruder on this board will tell us how sick this all is, BUT I DON'T CARE IN THE LEAST!
Sure enough, I had peed my pants. I didn't even feel it. There was a wet spot from 4 inches above my crotch all the way down to my ankles. There was no way to hide my misfortune, & I had to go pick up my son, since I was the one who took him there. They only release children to the person who brought them in or to the Children's Aid Society. If there is an emergency. This was no emergency, so I had to walk to the far end of the mall to get my son. And walk all the way back to our car. People were laughing at me.
The funny thing was though, that until I peed my pants, I didn't even know I had to go to the bathroom. When I got to the play area, even the little kids were laughing and making comments. "Lady, how come you peed your pants?" "Aren't you an adult?" etc.
When we got back to the car, my dad wouldn't let me in wearing wet jeans. So I had to take them off in the parking lot along with my panties. My husband was no support. There were a great many people in the parking lot, I got laughed at but I also got whistled at. This was my most embarrassing moment in my life.
When school started three weeks ago, something funny came up. We had a pep rally on Friday for the senior class that extended our school day an extra hour and a half. Normally we finish at three o'clock but that day we had to stay until four thirty in the afternoon.
It started off like any other day with our teacher, Ms. Jorgenson drinking her two cups of coffee. That day we had her the entire day as our teacher. After finishing her coffee, she started to teach, and then went outside for more coffee. She filled a thermos with three more cups of coffee and brought it back to class to drink while teaching.
At lunchtime, we were forced to eat inside due to rain, though some of us left in cars to go home or to restaurants, since we are eighteen years old. We noticed that Mrs. Jorgenson, who stayed with us in the classroom, drank three cups of water instead of more coffee with her lunch.
After lunch we studied quietly for an hour. Mrs. Jorgenson, who hadn't left us except to get more coffee in the morning, was crossing and uncrossing her legs a bit. She hadn't gone to the bathroom during lunch.
By three o'clock she looked really desperate as she took us to the gym for the pep rally, which lasted an hour and thirty minutes. I spent most of the time watching the teacher instead of the rally, it was much more interesting.
A district policy is that teachers are not supposed to leave students unattended at any time other than lunch. The extra hour and a half was really killing Ms. Jorgenson. She was still able to hold her piss though, throughout the rally.
When it was over she walked us back to class, and I noticed her discreetly grab at her crotch. She then crossed her legs a bit. As we walked, I caught up with her and started to pass her. I stuck my elbow out so it hit her stomach in such a way that it looked like an accident. She grabbed back at her crotch and pee started squirting out.
Ms. Jorgenson is young, only 25 years old. She was pissing in front of everyone for a full 46 seconds. It was big news on campus. Some of her skirt got wet though most of her pee went through her panties and onto the ground.
She was very upset and started crying. It was funny though it wouldn't have been nice to be in her shoes. Of course this was big news on our campus for quite a while, people found it very amusing. Poor Ms. Jorgenson!