Back in the old days, when ASCII Pr0n was teh hot, and the only way to use a graphic browser was to go to the computer lab at a college and look at weather maps with NCSA Mosaic, I had a script in my .cshrc that would run fortune, and pipe the output to my .plan and .sig files. Okay, it’s not writing cron jobs to ncftpget the latest mozilla nightly, untar it, compile it, and launch the browser to Fark so it’s the first thing I see in the morning, (not that there’s anything wrong with that) but it was enough to impress my friends in 1991.
I think the last time I used fortune was over five years ago, but I just discovered this:

[wil@marvin wil]$ /usr/games/fortune -m Wheaton
(cookie)
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"I figured there was this holocaust, right, and the only ones left alive were Donna Reed, Ozzie and Harriet, and the Cleavers."
-- Wil Wheaton explains why everyone in "Star Trek: The Next Generation" is so nice
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Dude. I’m in a Unix fortune. Seriously. \m/
(Thanks to Joe, who e-mailed this information to me, causing Yet Another Epic Geekout&#153 that my wife doesn’t understand.)
More geeky stuff and an honest-to-goodness weblog entry coming up later on . . . but now I’m going to go spend the next several hours in the kitchen making soup . . . from scratch . . . for tonight’s dinner.