My sister opened a computer store in Hawaii.

She sells C shells by the seashore.



Q: What does a proud computer call his little son?

A: A microchip off the old block.



Q: What happens if you cross a midget and a computer?

A: You get a short circut.



Picture a robot on a psychiatric couch: Doc, my intelligence may be artificial, but my problems are real.



The goal of Computer Science is to build something that will last at least until we've finished building it.