someone wrote me that Ed Yourdon is Infomagic : LUSENET : TimeBomb 2000 (Y2000) : One Thread

Could this be true? The style and discussions seem very similar. To my untrained eye it is very transparent. I wouldn't put it passed Fast Eddie. Whip up hysteria to move product. I hear the second edition of "BOMB" is going poorly so I think Fast Eddie may be using any means necessary to take advantage of his "Window" of opportunity.

Panic is in Crazy Eddie's financial interest. Think about it. I say get to know your neighbors and stock up for a 1 week loss of services but leave your investments and money alone.

-- Jimmy Bagga Doughnuts (, December 26, 1998


Why would I be posting things anonymously on some other web site, when I've posted so many things on my own web site? You might want to take a look at the latest essay, entitled "Y2K Software Projects: deja vu all over again", located at

As for the second edition of "TimeBomb": the manuscript was put into production at Prentice-Hall in November (at which point I was asked by the publisher to take it off my web site). It will be released on Jan 20, 1999, and you'll probably see it in your favorite bookstore by the beginning of February.


-- Ed Yourdon (, December 27, 1998.

Jimmy, I say to you f*** off.

-- Leo (, December 26, 1998.


ya gotta stop talking to yourself that way jimmy, you're just increasing your own confusion...



-- Arlin H. Adams (, December 26, 1998.

I post this for others.

Go explore and you won't find Ed there. Infomagic just has an e-mail account there and lives somewhere in the Flagstaff, Arizona area.


-- Diane J. Squire (, December 26, 1998.

Oh I don't know JBD - seems to me if you think the recovery would be quick you would pull everything out about the end of October, wait for the panic to reach a peak, and then buy back in at the low. Thats how to make money - not trying to ride out something you can see coming - or do you really think the market won't drop after the middle of next year due to a bad case of nerves?

-- Paul Davis (, December 26, 1998.

Paul I'm not trying to make money, that's Fast Eddie's gig. If I were I would do as you suggest but for the fact that if Crazy Eddie helps cause a panic/shortage/depression only Fast Eddie cleans up.

-- Jimmy Bagga Doughnuts (, December 26, 1998.

Diane you should know better than to mess with JBD.

Here is the infomagic my emailer was referring to also

-- Jimmy Bagga Doughnuts (, December 26, 1998.

"leave your investments and money alone." NOW we know. JBD works in a financial institution and he's worried about losing his job!! And you said you had no personal interest in this matter! Liar!

-- James Bagga Wheat (, December 26, 1998.

My pants are not on fire. I work for a small $200 mil per yr company. I have almost nothing in my 401k and no other investments except my house. I put 2 kids through college so you know this is true and I am broke. Regarding unemployment my philosophy has always been that getting fired is ALWAYS a positive as it presents opportunity. I have found this to be true in my case. If everyone stays calm this y2k crisis will pass with a minimum disruption.

-- Jimmy Bagga Doughnuts (, December 26, 1998.

That about says it all, Jimmy Bag O Bull. If you have nothing to lose, why do you care? Get lost!

-- Anti-Chainsaw (, December 26, 1998.

Jimmy works? I don't think so.

To get a job, you need a minimal amount of intelligence depending on the nature of the job. The best Jimmy could hope to get would be that of a paperweight.

-- Leo (, December 26, 1998.

More like an anchor, I'd say. Obese, disgusting pig.

-- King of Spain (, December 27, 1998.

All of you talk about wasting space in this forum, but I see regulars here cursing out Jimmy, and acting like a bunch of ravaging trolls. Actions speak louder then words. Jimmy's probably some prowler from the financial market, but Jimmy's got a good point. We can reverse the panic through an' educated, informed public. Panic can be reversed through strong community action, as Jimmy says, "getting to know your friends and neighbors." This is the strongest Y2k survival mechanism. Up to this point your logic becomes bizarre.

Mr. Yourdon is working to insure the y2k bomb factor remains a two, reasons for printing a 2nd edition of TIME BOMB. What are you doing for the survival of your community? So far the awareness level is dismal. Publishing a book is extremely expensive with editing, publishing, printing, cover art & design, distribution. Ed has raised Y2k awareness considerably. How have you raised awareness? How are you going to insure it remains a two? What if the iron triangle collapses. Do you think sheeple won't worry about their assets? Sheeple are survivors. (scary thought) They'll liquidate their accounts faster then you can crack an' eight ball.

Jimmy prove to me, how you can justify preparing for a weeks loss of services. The only thing proof positive from you is that a strong community justifies the double damage factor. The domino effect will certainly cause a jump nine points!


-- MC Davey (, December 27, 1998.

Jimmy jimmy jimmy... your posts.... drive me..... to distraction...

You are a vulgar little maggot. Don't you know that you are pathetic? You worthless bag of filth. As they say in Texas, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with the instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer on the lips than be seen with you.

You are a fiend and a sniveling, back-boneless coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum. And I wish you would go away.

You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a putrefaction, a big suck on a sour lemon with a lime twist.

You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in regret for what they had done.

I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformation. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, a ferment, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?

If you aren't an idiot, you made a world-class effort at simulating one. Try to edit your writing of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.

You snail-skulled little twit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs.

You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. Your hand even refuses autoerotism. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.

And what meaning do you expect your delusional self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake?

You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meat slapper.

On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.

I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on the warm side of Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid.

Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of your drivel.

The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things more difficult. If I had known, that this was your case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a handicapped space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you (like passing gas, for instance).

In short, if I traded you for shit, I would lose the container I brought you in. Otherwise, have a good day.

"We've all heard that a million monkeys banging on a million typewriters will eventually reproduce the works of Shakespeare. Now, thanks to the Internet, we know this is not true."

-- Andy (, December 27, 1998.

Gee Ed, I'm glad you didn't take it personally. MC Davey, as a rap star you must be a pretty bright guy so I'm pretty sure you will figure out who the snake oil salesman is. We're looking at a 2 unless Fast Eddies' drones on this board can help him crank it up to a 6 at which point it will become a self fulfilling prophecy until 1/1/00 when all you clowns will let out a collective OOPS!

BTW MC Davey don't worry about Hammer, with all that gold, if I'm wrong he'll be able to finance the relaunching of his carreer.

-- Jimmy Bagga Doughnuts (, December 27, 1998.

False alarm! My emailer just wrote me that Crazy Eddie is not Info. Everybody back on the bus. Next stop Jupiter. It's a 2. Get Over It.

-- Jimmy Bagga Doughnuts (, December 27, 1998.

Jimmy Bag of Dung,

I don't think it's going to be the end of the world either. I do understand where you are coming from though. I was once poor myself with nothing to live for. I understand your frustration being poor and wanting. Try and prepare for a 3 though, if you can scrape the cash together. Best of luck.

-- Anti-Chainsaw (, December 27, 1998.

JBD, just to remind you that the world does not revolve around the New York metro area. For most of us, "Crazy Eddie's" is an obscure reference and Hoboken is that disturbed uncle who used to ride the rail.

MoVe Immediate (protecting the world from obscure billiards and electronic store references)

-- MVI (, December 27, 1998.

Infomagic is actually one Ivan Mingham and has been contributing to c.s.y2k for several years. For instance, his first version of gloom&doom, posted mid 97 is at:

Mingham's Charlotte's Web (version 1.0)

-- a (a@a.a), December 27, 1998.

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