From owner-cvs-usrbin Thu Nov 23 12:48:51 1995 Return-Path: owner-cvs-usrbin Received: (from root@localhost) by freefall.freebsd.org (8.6.12/8.6.6) id MAA28091 for cvs-usrbin-outgoing; Thu, 23 Nov 1995 12:48:51 -0800 Received: from time.cdrom.com (time.cdrom.com [192.216.222.226]) by freefall.freebsd.org (8.6.12/8.6.6) with ESMTP id MAA28084 ; Thu, 23 Nov 1995 12:48:47 -0800 Received: from localhost (localhost [127.0.0.1]) by time.cdrom.com (8.6.12/8.6.9) with SMTP id MAA25164; Thu, 23 Nov 1995 12:48:36 -0800 To: "Andrey A. Chernov" cc: CVS-commiters@freefall.freebsd.org, cvs-usrbin@freefall.freebsd.org Subject: Re: cvs commit: src/usr.bin/ncftp .cvsimport.sh cmds.c ftp.c ftprc.c getpass.c main.c ncftp.1 open.c patchlevel.h set.c sys.h tips.c util.c v2_Note In-reply-to: Your message of "Thu, 23 Nov 1995 12:19:58 PST." <199511232019.MAA26690@freefall.freebsd.org> Date: Thu, 23 Nov 1995 12:48:36 -0800 Message-ID: <25161.817159716@time.cdrom.com> From: "Jordan K. Hubbard" Sender: owner-cvs-usrbin@FreeBSD.ORG Precedence: bulk > Merge with current. Back out all trailing spaces changes, they > hits again and again. Good choice. Ack. The white space removal. A day that shall live in infamy. Do you remember where you were? I remember that day well, actually. David and I had just finished eating a "Pizza El Grande" from Tony Sanchez's spanish pizza restaurant and were sitting around going "woog" when, quite coincidently I thought, we heard a report on the radio about a terrorist attack on Boston's water supply. Seems some guy had dumped a railroad car full of valium into the city reservoir in a attempt to get Boston drivers to actually drive like human beings, rather than like xenophobic intergalactic spiders from a culture with a deep, passionate hatred of all 2-legged life forms. As we subsequently know, the attempt failed miserably since just as many pedestrians died in Boston that day, the drivers just managed to feel even less guilty about it. It seems to have had an effect on MIT, however, because everyone over there was evidently asleep when the call came over -hackers from Poul and Rod announcing the proposed white-space removal. David and I must have had our minds on our more immediate pizza-induced well-being and not our future well-being, because we certainly didn't say anything either. And so the deed was done, and we've had cause to wonder "Huh? What the hell happened? Who agreed to this?" ever since. Jordan