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Internet: darsys@Pro-Entropy.cts.com ("Real" Name: Eric A. Seiden)
Dear All,
Well we have it more-or-less officially now from Graham Nice! He indicated that things were pretty tense and depressed down at Aztec West and that a lot of people might be looking to jump ship ...
The word is that from here on, words like:
Q. How many SGS-Thomson executives does it take to change a light bulb?
A. (from an ST spokesperson): ``Light-bulbs? Light-bulbs?? I think we
might have done light-bulbs once upon a time, but I think they got
banned along with INMOS, occam and the transputer. Our customers
don't want to know about light-bulbs - it's not on their tick-list!''
... or:
Q. What's the difference between SGS-Thomson and the German Democratic
Republic (DDR) in early 1992?
A The DDR had much better foresight.
Anyone else want to have a go?
Still cheerful despite the world,
Finally, a song for my generation! I apologize in advance; this is what happens after too many fruit punch Snapples at night. :)
In the day of sysop nerds I was a flunkie
Jolt in my brains and body feeling chunky
With the plastic mouse balls spray paint the Commodore
System install with the hard drive on the floor
Kill the process and put it in /dev/null
Email flaming with the user hitting D-control
Shell's called Reno and it's written in C
Got a couple of xterms, keys set to repeat
Root came sayin' I'm insane to complain
About an online wedding and a stain on my screen
Don't believe everything that you make(1)
You get a cracker from Europe and a login that's fake
So write your code in Perl in the dark
Saving all your hacks for working at a tech park
Yo - punch it
So - dumping core
I'm a user, baby, so why don't you kill(1) me?
(Double dense floppy)
So - dumping core
I'm a user, baby, so why don't you kill(1) me?
Forces of evil in a MUD/MOO nightmare
Ban all the members in a phony #chat channel 'cause
One's got a handle and the other's got a .plan
One online spammed the other and ran
With the FTP and the insane print job
The daytime crap of the alt.test slob
He hung himself with a call to ping
Twenty milliseconds and it's spitting out another string
RTFM if you can't relate
Trade the Sun for a car and the Web for a date
And MIME is a nifty hack for mailing to a newbie
That's choking on my MPEGs
So - dumping core
I'm a user, baby, so why don't you kill(1) me?
(Get crazy with the caps lock)
So - dumping core
I'm a user, baby, so why don't you kill(1) me?
(Drive-by BIFF post)
...
Yo, bring it on down
...
I'm a hacker, I'm a winner
Program's gonna work, I can feel it
So - dumping core
I'm a user, baby, so why don't you kill(1) me?
(I can't retrieve you)
So - dumping core
I'm a user, baby, so why don't you kill(1) me?
(NULL)
So - dumping core
I'm a user, baby, so why don't you kill(1) me?
(Sprecken sie DOS, eh, baby)
So - dumping core
I'm a user, baby, so why don't you kill(1) me?
(Know what I'm typin'?)
--
Kevin Hughes * kevinh@eit.com
Enterprise Integration Technologies Webmaster (http://www.eit.com/)
Hypermedia Industrial Designer * Duty now for the future!
This was recently posted to my 'humor' conference on BIX and is reposted here with the author's permission.
When we finally got home from the monthly Rambling Writers Conference (this time in Djemaa-el-Fna), we found Fractal Manor's main hall shoulder deep in brand-new state-of-the-art totally free computer hardware and software for me to check out. Drat. I'll never get around to most of it, of course, and probably will end up dumpstering 90% or more. What I really need to properly handle all of the wonderful things companies send me absolutely free to review and enjoy with no obligation whatsoever on my part, is a trash compactor.
I thought I'd start by reconfiguring my main computer, the Hyena 986SXDXMCMXCIV. Right now the sectors on the hard disk run clockwise, but I heard a rumor that you can squeeze 0.2% more throughput by running them counterclockwise. It's worth the effort. Recommended.
I slid the shrink-wrap off version 7.126 of DiskMember Gold (I know, you thought I'd never upgrade from version 4.79, especially after all my bad-mouthing of versions 5.33 and 6.02, but what can I say? Only a Corinthian drinks kevis in a Veronese cantola.) and fired it up. No joy. I reread the documentation to no avail, then scanned the whole manual in, OCRed it, spell- checked the file and uploaded it to BIX with a question mark appended.
While I waited for a response, I tried the software out on the TriskaDeck 1313. This is the machine Bill Gibson uses when we collaborate. It loaded fine and ran fine, but it seems to have automatically moved every hard disk sector to a random location and erased all the File Allocation Tables. Luckily I had backed up the entire hard disk to a CD-ROM with the new BitByter 7000 CD-ROM Mastering Deck (only $40,000 and worth every penny. Recommended.) so in only 6 more hours I was back where I started.
While the disk was humming, I checked BIX with the Niebelungen Valkyrie we keep in a corner for when Sandy Solzhenitsyn is here writing. No answers yet.
On the chance that he might have some insight, I buzzed Bill Gates. He mumbled something about it probably being a hardware problem before excusing himself. That seemed plausible.
I called Jan Toady, president of Hyena, who indicated that a helicopter of ground-assault technical assistants was hovering near Fractal Manor 24 hours a day and that all I had to do was give the word and they'd parachute in. (Based on my own experience, I think Hyena offers the best service in the business, and not just because I mention their products every month in my column which millions of avid computer buyers read either. I bet you'd get the same service I do. Recommended.) I chuckled and said I'd try to puzzle it out a little more myself. He said okay and then talked me into accepting a free laptop with holographic display and telepathic mouse. A nice guy.
I also got Mike Spindler, Lou Gerstner and Ross Perot on a conference call, but except for a few offers on tractor trailers full of new equipment they couldn't help me.
My wife Svetlana (whose reading program can teach anyone with a $3000 computer how to read, and which is now available for PC-compatibles, Apples, Macintoshes and the Cray XMP for only $49.95 plus shipping and sales tax where applicable, have your MasterCard or VISA card ready and call 1-800-555-1212, operators standing by 24 hours a day) stuck her head in to say Hi.
That gave me the idea to try calling my sons for help. Number one son Bud is now Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, but when I called him he was busy in the War Room with the Secretary of Defense and some darn nerve gas missile crisis. It's always something with those civilians. Second son Robbie was in the middle of performing emergency brain surgery on the President, but promised to get back to me when he had a breather. Chip was arguing a landmark civil rights case before the Supreme Court when he answered my beeper message, but he seemed to think it was hardware. That would confirm Bill Gates's idea, if you'll recall. It could be true. On the other hand, it could be false. On the gripping hand, it could be some combination of hardware and non-hardware. A tough call, any way you looked at it.
I must have caught youngest son Ernie in an aerobics class in his college dorm room, because he seemed to be having trouble breathing when I called, and I could hear a husky female voice in the background saying, "Don't stop." He only said, "Check the plug, Dad" and hung up. His comment started me thinking.
The Hyena has this long black wire sticking out the back that terminates in a plug-like connector. The plug has two parallel flat metal prongs, and a third round prong about half an inch below the midpoint of a line segment joining the two flat metal prongs, if you follow me. A little searching behind the desk where Jack Updike likes to work when he visits revealed an outlet in the wall with a corresponding arrangement of holes. It seemed too good to be true. I tried inserting the plug in the outlet. No joy. A quick call to Steve Hawking suggested that it was a space symmetry problem, and I rotated the plug 180 degrees and tried again. It slid home perfectly.
Well, I'm about out of room here now. Next month I hope to get to this big red switch located on the side of the Hyena. Close study of the manuals suggests that it is somehow related to the functioning of the plug in the outlet. I'll have the whole story for you in the next column, along with a report on the Jet- Setting Pen-Wielders Seminar in Montevideo.
This month's favorite game is still Checkers. There is something both deceptively simple and enticingly complex about this game that I have yet to master. Highly recommended.
The book of the month is Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, on CD-ROM with clips from Hercules Meets Godzilla. It's like being there.
Continent of the month is Australia. Give it a look.
Copyright (C) 1993, 1994 by Edmund X. DeJesus and Computer FunHouse. All rights reserved. Contains no user-serviceable parts.
What makes this virus so terrifying is that it is passed on by the very people it infects. This virus has already caused massive network bandwidth clogging and eaten up millions of megabytes of disk space.
This new mutating virus can infect machines of any type, running any operating system. It can be passed through Email, News or even bulletin boards. The only requirement is that the host machine must be connected to the information superhighway in some way.
Luckily we now have a good means of detecting the virus. It often included in a message with a title like: "New E-mail virus detected" or "Warning: Good Times virus is back". It usually takes the form of an otherwise innocent looking message warning about another virus called Good Times. The reality is that the good times virus is just a red herring and the actual virus is the warning message itself.
This terrifying virus causes people to make multiple copies of the warning message, sending it to every place they can think of. The virus quickly propagates across building, company, country and even world wide networks.
This virus must be stopped. Do not pass the good times warnings along. We must kill these messages wherever we see them.
This notice has been brought to you by SERTZ. We are dedicated to keeping the internet free of these types of viruses. Please pass this notice along by mailing to mail-lists or posting to news groups. We must get the word out.
Note: when sending this warning out title the message Good Times so that people will recognize it.
Rand Whillock
whillock@src.honeywell.com
(with apologies to Tennyson (but he's dead))
From: jeff@purple.com (Jeff Abrahamson)
Subject: The Charge of the Code Brigade
Half a Mb, half a Mb,
Half a Mb farther.
Churning out code, fixing bugs:
The six coders.
"Forward, the Code Brigade,
Aim for the ship date," he said.
Churning out code, fixing bugs:
The six coders."Forward, the Code Brigade!"
Was their a one dismayed?
Well though the coders knew
Some bits were rotten.
Theirs not to feel surprise,
Theirs not to close their eyes,
Theirs but to see sunrise.
Churning out code, fixing bugs:
The six coders.Bugs to right of them,
Bugs to left of them,
Bugs in front of them,
Crashes and freezes!
Stack traces so bizarre,
Pointers to near and far,
Zero dereferenced there,
Heap scrambled, frantic now.
Churning out code, fixing bugs:
The six coders.Compiling and linking this,
Errors, more pizza, 'tis
One week to ship, can't miss.
Investors are anxious, and
Marketing's giddy.
Caffeine is fuel in here,
CPU's screaming near
100 megaherz, fear
Has no place, nor tear.
Nor Walter Middy.
Churning out code, fixing bugs:
The six coders.Bugs to right of them,
Bugs to left of them,
Bugs behind them,
Crashes and freezes!
Errors are fewer now,
Testing says all is going well,
Talking of freezing now:
Code, though, not cursors.
Demos and champagne soon.
Freezing code, no more bugs,
Sleepy coders.When will their stock price fade?
Oh, the IPO they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the app they made!
Honour the Code Brigade,
Noble Six Coders.