# Default tagline pool, one per line. Blank lines and lines starting
# with # are ignored. Seeded into the Taglines table on first run if
# the table is empty -- sysops can add/remove more from Admin > Taglines.
# All original text, written for ANetBBS.
A 56k modem is a terrible thing to waste.
Carrier detected. Reality optional.
This tagline intentionally left blank. Oh wait.
Please hold, your call is important to no one.
I upgraded my RAM and my expectations simultaneously.
Error 404: Wit not found. Please insert quarter.
Some people are alive only because it's illegal to shoot them.
I put the "pro" in procrastinate.
Ctrl+Alt+Delete: the original reset button for bad decisions.
My other computer is a 486.
Life is short. Compile fast.
I came, I saw, I forgot why I logged on.
Segmentation fault: core dumped, along with my dignity.
Behind every great sysop is an even greater backup strategy.
NULL pointer, infinite possibilities.
This line reserved for future disappointment.
I don't byte, I nibble.
Warning: contents under pressure and low on caffeine.
The only thing constant is change. And modem noise.
Some days you're the terminal, some days you're the null modem.
I asked the Magic 8-Ball for advice. It said "connection timed out."
Sarcasm: my only recognized programming language.
Never trust a computer you can't lift.
This BBS is powered by hopes, dreams, and a suspicious extension cord.
I've got 99 problems and all of them are DNS.
Age and treachery beat youth and a fast modem.
Two wrongs don't make a right, but three lefts do.
I'm not lazy, I'm on standby.
If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0.
My keyboard has a mind of its own; mostly it thinks about typos.
Reality.exe has stopped working.
Void where prohibited. Prohibited nearly everywhere.
Sysop's note: batteries not included, sanity not guaranteed.
I speak fluent sarcasm and broken HTML.
Insert witty remark here. Batteries not included.
Some call it stubbornness. I call it consistency.
This tagline was brought to you by the letter Ctrl.
I'm not arguing, I'm just explaining why I'm right.
There's no place like 127.0.0.1.
I used to have a handle on life, then it broke off.
Yesterday I was a genius. Today my code won't compile.
Give a man a fish and he eats for a day. Teach a man to phish and he goes to prison.
My spirit animal is a dial tone.
I'm on a seafood diet. I see modems and I dial them.
Error: witty comment not found on this line.
A good sysop never reveals the root password.
This line left intentionally hilarious.
I'm not anti-social, I'm pro-selective.
Behind every successful download is a suspicious file name.
Age is just a number. Mine happens to be unlisted.
I run on coffee, sarcasm, and expired warranties.
Some days the algebra wins.
My other terminal is a teletype.
This is not a bug. It's an undocumented feature.
I put the fun in nonfunctional.
Beware of programmers carrying screwdrivers.
Never underestimate the bandwidth of a station wagon full of tapes.
The best things in life are free, or pirated, allegedly.
I'm fluent in two languages: English and profanity.
Common sense isn't common anymore. It's a rare collectible.
My password is the last four digits of my student loan.
There are 10 kinds of people: those who understand binary and those who don't.
I came for the ANSI art, I stayed for the arguments.
This is a signature. It signifies nothing.
My hard drive has more issues than a magazine stand.
Some people graduate with honors. I graduated despite them.
I'm not saying I'm Batman. I'm just saying no one has seen me and Batman online at the same time.
This message will self-destruct in 10 seconds. Or not. We'll see.
Sysop's motto: uptime is a lifestyle, not a metric.
I've been coding so long I dream in syntax errors.
My favorite exercise is jumping to conclusions.
A door game a day keeps reality away.
I'm not procrastinating, I'm doing side quests.
Home is where the WiFi connects automatically. Or the modem, in this case.
This tagline is like my code: it works, don't ask why.
I don't have a short attention span, I just -- ooh, shiny.
This BBS runs on hopes, dreams, and a duct-taped power supply.
Old sysops never die, they just terminate their sessions.
I'm not weird, I'm limited edition.
A byte a day keeps the modem inspector away.
Sysop status: caffeinated and dangerous.
There is no cloud, just someone else's computer with better marketing.
My code doesn't have bugs, it has undocumented side quests.
I've got a black belt in keyboard mashing.
I don't make mistakes, I make undocumented features.
Some people call it insomnia, I call it nightly maintenance.
This tagline was compiled without warnings.
My modem screeches, therefore I am.
I'm not old school, I'm the school they built the other schools from.
Careful, or you'll end up in my next door game as an NPC.
I have a photographic memory but I never developed the film.
Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.
I run this BBS with equal parts caffeine and stubbornness.
This tagline pool grows faster than my to-do list shrinks.
My uptime is longer than my attention span.
Never trust a modem that purrs.
Some days I'm a wizard, other days I'm just really good at googling.
Behind every good BBS is a sysop who forgot to sleep.
A clean terminal is a sign of a wasted evening.
I don't argue, I just explain why I'm correct at length.
Some bugs are features in disguise. Most are just bugs.
I've been called stubborn. I refuse to accept that.
The best backups are the ones you never have to use.
My keyboard shortcuts have shortcuts.
I'm not stalling, I'm buffering.
Some people count sheep. I count uptime.
This line was left blank by a committee. Efficiently.
I once fixed a bug on the first try. I don't remember what year that was.
A good tagline is like a good handshake protocol: brief and reliable.
My spirit BBS runs entirely on nostalgia and spare parts.
Some doors should stay closed. This one's a door game though, go ahead.
I run on eight-bit dreams and sixteen-bit ambitions.
This tagline has been quality tested by zero people.
Behind this prompt lies infinite possibility, or a typo. Fifty-fifty.
I'm not lost, I'm exploring the file system.
My favorite error message is "it worked on my machine."
Some people collect stamps. I collect deprecated protocols.
This BBS: where the ANSI art is prettier than my life choices.
I don't do mornings, I do "eventually."
A wise sysop once said nothing, because the modem was still connecting.
My patience has a busy signal.
I've read the manual. I just chose violence instead.
There's a fine line between clever and "why did I do that."
Some nights the only thing carrying me is the carrier signal.
I don't fear the dark. I fear the dark mode toggle not working.
My code compiles on the first try about as often as I win the lottery.
This tagline is powered by 100% recycled sarcasm.
A good door game is cheaper than therapy and twice as addictive.
I run this network on hope, duct tape, and a spare null modem cable.
Some people are the light at the end of the tunnel. I am the tunnel.
My favorite pastime is pretending my code is self-documenting.
This BBS was built with love, caffeine, and several strongly worded commits.
I don't have writer's block, I have "the compiler is judging me" block.
Some evenings the modem sings louder than I do.
I speak three languages: English, sarcasm, and error codes.
My other hobby is explaining why my other hobby is broken.
Behind every working script is a dozen that almost worked.
This tagline self-terminated with exit code zero.
I've never met a deadline I couldn't creatively reinterpret.
Some people see the glass half full. I see the modem half connected.
My uptime record is longer than most relationships.
I don't do small talk, I do small packets.
A watched download never finishes.
This line is under construction. So is my life, honestly.
Some bugs you fix. Some bugs you name and adopt.
I run on coffee, cold pizza, and stubborn optimism.
My favorite four-letter word is "PING."
Some people fear public speaking. I fear public debugging.
This tagline was hand-crafted by an artisanal keyboard.
I don't lose arguments, I just concede strategically.
A good BBS never really logs off, it just goes idle.
My inbox has more unread messages than my life has answers.
Some days you're the hammer, some days you're the segfault.
I've never met a rabbit hole I didn't fall into willingly.
This tagline pool is proof that quantity has a quality all its own.
My terminal is 80 columns of pure possibility.
Some nights the stars align. Most nights it's just the modem lights.
I don't get writer's block, I get "let me refactor this comment instead" block.
A good sysop knows when to reboot and when to just wait it out.
My favorite exception is the one I catch just in time.
Some people binge shows. I binge changelogs.
This BBS is proudly powered by spite and spare capacitors.
I don't have a filter, I have a spam folder for my own thoughts.
A door game a night keeps the real world at bay.
My favorite kind of silence is a modem finally connecting.
Some evenings I debate the router. The router always wins.
This tagline has survived three server migrations and one power outage.
I don't rage quit, I strategically log off.
A good backup is worth a thousand panicked phone calls.
My favorite color is 0x00FF00, and yes I had to look that up.
Some people knock on wood. I ping the server.
This line has been optimized for readability and mild amusement.
I don't need luck, I need a working power supply.
A watched modem never dials faster.
My favorite subject in school was recess, closely followed by lunch.
Some nights the only bug I fix is the one in my sleep schedule.
This tagline was assembled from spare parts and leftover sarcasm.
I don't argue with fools, I let them post first.
A good echo area is worth a thousand silent lurkers.
My favorite kind of chaos is the well-documented kind.
Some people dream in color. I dream in hex codes.
This BBS runs on nostalgia, duct tape, and one very tired sysop.
I don't do resolutions, I do rolling updates.
A good tagline pool never repeats itself. This one's still working on it.
My other signature is illegible, so this one has to do.
Some evenings the best conversation is the one with the compiler.
This line was tested in production, which explains a lot.
I don't fear Mondays, I fear Monday's changelog.
A good door game outlives its own server twice over.
My favorite kind of quiet is a fully synced echo area.
Some people count blessings. I count successful pings.
This tagline exists because the pool needed one more entry.
I don't have bad days, I have undocumented ones.
A working modem is worth more than a working excuse.
Some nights the stars are out. Some nights it's just static.
This line was proofread by absolutely no one, and it shows.
I don't need a therapist, I need a faster download speed.
A good sysop keeps calm and reads the log files.
My favorite kind of luck is the kind that compiles.
Some evenings the only carrier detected is the mailman.
This tagline was written under the influence of stale coffee.
I don't do apologies, I do patch notes.
A good BBS never sleeps, it just idles politely.
Some people quote philosophers. I quote error logs.
This line was left here so the pool would look impressively long.
I don't need motivation, I need the modem to stop screeching.
A good echo network is a small miracle held together by SEEN-BY lines.
Some nights the only connection that matters is the null modem.
This tagline is 100% organic, gluten-free, and mildly nonsensical.
I don't collect stamps, I collect uptime records.
A good file area is worth a thousand broken download managers.
Some people believe in ghosts. I believe in phantom carriage returns.
This line was generated the old-fashioned way: by someone typing it.
I don't need a crystal ball, I need a working crystal oscillator.
A good tagline should make you smile, or at least not groan too loudly.
