What Could Be Wrong?

There are three engineers in a car; an electrical engineer, a chemical engineer and a Microsoft engineer. Suddenly the car just stops by the side of the road, and the three engineers look at each other, wondering what could be wrong.

The electrical engineer suggests stripping down the electronics of the car and trying to trace where a fault might have occurred.

The chemical engineer, not knowing much about cars, suggests that maybe the fuel is becoming emulsified and getting blocked somewhere.

Then, the Microsoft engineer, not knowing much about anything, comes up with a suggestion, “Why don’t we close all the windows, get out, get back in, then open the windows again, and maybe it’ll work!?”

The Ten Commandments of Email

  • Thou shalt include a clear and specific subject line.
  • Thou shalt edit any quoted text down to the minimum thou needest.
  • Thou shalt read thine own message thrice before thou sendest it.
  • Thou shalt ponder how thy recipient might react to thy message.
  • Thou shalt check thy spelling and thy grammar.
  • Thou shalt not curse, flame, spam or USE ALL CAPS.
  • Thou shalt not forward any chain letter.
  • Thou shalt not use e-mail for any illegal or unethical purpose.
  • Thou shalt not rely on the privacy of e-mail, especially from work.
  • When in doubt, save thy message overnight and reread it in the light of the dawn.
  • And, here’s the “Golden Rule” of E-Mail:
    That which thou findest hateful to receive, sendest thou not unto others.

EiEio

Steve Jobs has now designated himself as the “iCEO” of Apple, saying that it shows the importance of the Internet.

If we assume that this makes him the Executive Internet Officer, and if we further assume that Apple is going to continue the terminally cute practice of putting an “i” in front of everything, and if we assume that, like every other high tech company interested in online commerce, they are going to stick an “e” in front, then, does that make him the “eiEIO?”

Do You Need Help?

Hello. Yes, you! You, looking at this screen for hours on end, online. You, bleary-eyed. You, an addict. Have you looked in the mirror lately? Been outside? Know what day of the week it is? Your name was given to us by a spouse or family member who is concerned about your Internet addiction. At Internetaholics Anonymous, we can help. We’re a non-profit society of recovering addicts like yourself that provides support and counseling through weekly meetings designed to help you cope with your problem.

We feature a twelve-step recovery program and in extreme cases, interventions. Although it is our firm belief that you are never “cured,” you most certainly can recover.

We have designed a brief checklist to determine IF you are an addict. Do you:

  1. Have twitches of the hand when you walk by your terminal?
  2. Check e-mail more than five times a day?
  3. Spend more time chatting than eating or sleeping?
  4. Surf aimlessly with no direction, if only to be online?
  5. Leave your name and information at countless sites if only to hope you’ll receive a reply one day from a company you’ll never do business with anyway?
  6. Log on before important personal habits, such as meal preparation, hygiene or bodily functions?
  7. Have red, swollen eyes that hang halfway out of your head?
  8. Spend hours online on a holiday from work, where you’d usually be griping about your carpal tunnel syndrome?
  9. See smoke arising from your computer or cable modem?
  10. All of the above?

If you answered yes to four or more questions, (or chose #10), you have a problem. Please call us at Internetaholics Anonymous at: 1-800-LOGOFFNOWFORSWEETPETESSAKES. We’re here, we’re free, and we’re confidential. The first step to recovery is an admission that you have a problem. Call us today. If you can power off to free up your phone line, that is.

The Password

Many years ago I was acting as the system administrator for a test system in a large publicly held company. Periodically I would receive a call from someone who had not accessed the system recently, forgot their password and locked themselves out trying to logon. I would look up their password and unlock the system for them and they would go on their merry way.

One day I received a call from a young lady who was in just such a predicament. I looked up her password and informed her that it was ‘DOME’ and, just to be playful, told her the price for me being gracious enough to unlock her sign-on was an explanation of the meaning of her password. She became very embarrassed over the phone and pleaded that she could never reveal her secret. I of course replied that I would not give her system access until she did. After negotiating for several minutes she finally acquiesced but made me promise to never reveal her password meaning to any of her colleagues to which I gladly agreed.

“Well, what does it mean?”, I asked.

She hesitated and then replied, “It’s two words.”

There was pregnant pause. I unlocked her system and simply said, “Have a nice day”.

Where Do Deleted Characters Go?

QUESTION: Where do the characters go when I use my backspace or delete them on my computer?

ANSWER: The characters go to different places, depending on whom you ask:

  • The Catholic Church’s approach to characters: The nice characters go to Heaven, where they are bathed in the light of happiness. The naughty characters are punished for their sins. Naughty characters are those involved in the creation of naughty words, such as “breast,” “sex” and “contraception.”
  • The Buddhist explanation: If a character has lived rightly, and its karma is good, then after it has been deleted it will be reincarnated as a different, higher character. Those funny characters above the numbers on your keyboard will become numbers, numbers will become letters, and lower-case letters will become upper-case.
  • The 20th-century bitter cynical nihilist explanation: Who cares? It doesn’t really matter if they’re on the page, deleted, undeleted, underlined, etc. It’s all the same.
  • The Mac user’s explanation: All the characters written on a PC and then deleted go to straight to PC hell. If you’re using a PC, you can probably see the deleted characters, because you’re in PC hell also.
  • Stephen King’s explanation: Every time you hit the (Del) key you unleash a tiny monster inside the cursor, who tears the poor unsuspecting characters to shreds, drinks their blood, then eats them, bones and all. Hah, hah, hah!
  • Dave Barry’s explanation: The deleted characters are shipped to Battle Creek, Michigan, where they’re made into Pop-Tart filling; this explains why Pop-Tarts are so flammable, while cheap imitations are not flammable. I’m not making this up.
  • IBM’s explanation: The characters are not real. They exist only on the screen when they are needed, as concepts, so to delete them is merely to de-conceptualize them. Get a life.
  • PETA’s (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) explanation: You’ve been DELETING them??? Can’t you hear them SCREAMING??? Why don’t you go CLUB some BABY SEALS while wearing a MINK, you pig!!!!

Which Drive is my Sex Drive?

I had run across the term cyber sex a few times lately, so I decided to try to figure out what it meant. I figured it had something to do with the computer, so I started trying to find the sex drive on mine. I looked everywhere, in all the folders on the My Computer section, the add/uninstall software, install hardware part of the control panel, then I got out all the manuals and went through them. I finally came to the conclusion that my computer is not equipped with one.

So, I decided to go to the computer store and see if I could buy one. I wanted to look intelligent and scholarly, so I wore my math hat. Well, the salesperson in the first store was a rather stern looking woman. I gave her the make and model of my computer and asked her if she had any sex drives in stock. She kinda scowled at me and asked me if I was trying to get smart with her. Figuring she had been impressed with my math hat, I replied that I tried to be smart with everyone. She said, rather rudely I thought, that she couldn’t help me and walked away……huh, must not have had any in stock.

In the second store, I gave the salesperson the make and model of my computer and asked it they had any sex drives in stock. He kind of snickered and asked if I meant a hard drive. I thought about it for a minute and told him yeah, maybe that, but I think I should already have one installed. He started laughing at me – said something about me trying to kill him. You’re killing me! something like that, and walked away. Hmmmm, must be out here too. Must be hard to keep in stock. I wasn’t trying to kill him. I wasn’t even hurting him.

The guy in the third store laughed and asked me if I’d just fallen off the turnip truck. I assured him I’d never been on a turnip truck, but I’d fallen off the manure wagon a few times. He mumbled something about that explaining it. She’s fallen off the wagon, that explains it…. like that and walked away laughing.

The guy in the fourth store said something like boob under his breath and walked away. Wonder why he only noticed one? Anyway I figured they must not carry them in stores….maybe have to order from a catalog or something.

So that’s where I am now. If any of you have some computer skills and could help me locate my sex drive, I would appreciate it, then all I’d have to do is figure out what to do with it.

Crapd

Announcing… An Exciting New Tool
for Data Center Management!

When was the last time you found a bazillion zero length files in /usr/tmp and said to yourself “How did this crap get on my system?”

When was the last time you had to clean fifty megabytes of run-on puns out of a user’s news directory, and said to yourself, “What a load of crap”?

When was the last time you looked at a piece of mail and said to yourself “This is the stupidist crap I’ve ever laid eyes on”?

Well, you’re right, it is crap, and now you can do something about it.

Introducing the new Crap Detector daemon “Crapd”.

Crapd works similar to syslogd in monitoring system error messages, but has the added function of removing offending files and utilities from the system using complex heuristics to determine the file’s “crap quotient”. Sensitivity is settable anywhere from “merely inane” to “gut-wrenching anal explosion” and can be set on a per-user basis.

Files that crapd has decided meets the above criteria are held in /usr/stool for a user-settable period of time, and then flushed to /dev/dump. Anything crapd decides is true stinking diarrhea will be sent directly to /dev/dump with no questions asked.

Crapd is especially useful for cleaning out mail spool directories, as this has been proven to be one of the most prolific accumulators of crap in the history of interactive computing.

There is, of course, a list of exceptions for crap you are required, against your better judgement, to have on the system. However, if Crapd decides the list is full of crap, it will be migrated to /usr/stool.

In scientific lab test, Crapd has been shown to virtually eliminate user distractions, increase system performance by 50% and reduce backup volume by an order of magnitude. Our customers report that capital equipment expenditures have been reduced significantly now that they don’t have to keep disks spun up just to keep the crap warm.

As an added bonus, Crapd will search through your process table and kill off any processes that anyone who could grab their butt with both hands wouldn’t have launched during a billion year drinking binge.

Next year, a stealth option to the crap detector daemon will be available. This option adds a new “virtual crap” feature to your file systems, which causes files that have been flushed by Crapd to appear to still be there.

In carefully controlled lab tests, we have found that users will happily continue to append George W Bush jokes to a file for years without ever realizing that the directory entry has been faked and the file no longer exists.

So, be productive, be pure, get the Crap Detector!

Warning: Be sure to put Usenet News in the exceptions list, or crapd is sure to unlink the news spool directory, shoot nntpd, and set fire to your incoming news link.

Brought to you by Waste Products, Inc.

“If it’s a Waste Product, you’ll know it!”

A Conversation

“Excuse me, sir.”

“Is that you again, Moses?”

“I’m afraid it is, sir.”

“What is it this time, Moses. More computer problems?”

“How did you guess?”

“I don’t have to guess, Moses. Remember?”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot.”

“Tell me what you want, Moses.”

“But you already know. Remember?”

“Moses!”

“Sorry, sir.”

“Well, go ahead, Moses. Spit it out!”

“Well, I have a question, sir. You know those ten things you sent me.”

“You mean the commandments, Moses?”

“That’s it. I was wondering if they were important.”

“What do you mean ‘were important,’ Moses? Of course, they are
important. Otherwise I wouldn’t have sent them to you.”

“Well, sorry, but I lost them. I could say the dog ate them, but of course you would see right through that.”

“What do you mean ‘you lost them’! Are you trying to tell me you didn’t save them, Moses?”

“No, sir. I forgot.”

“Well, my son always saves, Moses.”

“Yeah, I know. You told me that before. I was going to, but I forgot. I did send them to some people before I lost them though.”

“And did you hear back from any of them?”

“You already know I did.”

“What about the one guy who said he never uses ‘shalt not?’ Can he change the words a little bit?”

“Yes, Moses. As long as he doesn’t change the meaning.”

“And what about the guy who thought your stance was a little harsh and recommended calling them the Ten Suggestions or letting people pick one or two to try for a while?”

“Moses, I’ll act like I didn’t hear that.”

“I think that means, ‘no.’ Well, what about the guy who said I was scamming him?”

“I think that is spamming, Moses.”

“Oh, yeah. I e-mailed him back and told him I don’t even eat that stuff and I have no idea how you can send it to someone through a computer.”

“And what he did say?”

“You know what he said. He used your name in vain. You don’t think he might have sent me one of those plagues and that’s the reason I lost those ten things, do you?”

“They’re called viruses, Moses.”

“Whatever! This computer stuff is just too much for me. Can we just go back to those stone tablets? It was hard on my back taking them out and reading them each day, but I never lost them.”

“We’ll do it the new way, Moses.”

“I was afraid you would say that, sir.”

“Moses, what did I tell you to do if you messed up?”

“You told me to hold up this rat and stretch it out toward the computer.”

“It’s a mouse, Moses. Mouse! Mouse! And did you do that?”

“No, I decided to try the technical support first. After all, who knows more about this stuff than you, and I really like your hours. By the way, sir, did Noah have two of these mice on the ark?”

“No, Moses.”

“One other thing. Why didn’t you name them frogs instead of mice,
because didn’t you tell me the thing they sit on is a pad?”

“I didn’t name them, Moses. Man did, and you can call yours a beatnik if you want to.”

“Oh, that explains it. Kind of like Adam, huh, sir? I bet some woman told him to call it a mouse. After all, wasn’t it a woman who named one of the computers Apple?”

“Say goodnight, Moses.”

“Wait a minute, sir. I am stretching out the mouse and it seems to be working. Yes, a couple of the ten things have come back.”

“Which ones are they, Moses?”

“Let’s see. ‘Thou shalt not steal from any grave an image’ and ‘Thou shalt not uncover thy neighbor’s wife.'”

“Turn the computer off, Moses. I’m sending you another set of stone tablets. How does ‘Same Day Air’ sound?”

How to Confuse People in the Computer Lab

  • Log on, wait a sec, then get a frightened look on your face and scream “NO!!! They’ve found me!” and bolt.
  • Laugh uncontrollably for about 3 minutes and then suddenly stop and look suspiciously at everyone who looks at you.
  • Type frantically, often stopping to look at the person next to you evilly.
  • Mumble “If it says escape, how come I can’t escape this freaking lab!” just loud enough for those next to you to hear.
  • Press the Help Key (F1) repeatedly, screaming such oddball statements as “Help? You call that help?” and “And just when does the REAL help person arrive?” or “Doesn’t this give me a direct link to the Help Desk?” at your screen as it flips out.
  • Before anyone else is in the lab, connect each computer to a different screen than the one it’s set up with.
  • Reconfigure the keyboards to use different language layouts.
  • Bring a chainsaw, but don’t use it. If anyone asks why you have it, say “Just in case…”
  • Make up commands and ask everyone if they know what they do. (Like Flip.. the diskettes say they are double sided, double density, right? Well, Flip lets you use the other side. And what about Perk… it is supposed to make things go faster and refresh your screen more frequently…)
  • Have a contest to see how far you can throw your mouse ball. Get the rest of the lab to take bets to see who can toss their balls the furthest.
  • Caress your mouse tenderly as you wrap your hand around it. Make kissing noises everytime you have to click one of the buttons.
  • Ask around for a spare disk. Offer $2. Keep asking until someone agrees. Then, pull a disk out of your pants and say, “Oops, I forgot.”
  • Try to stick a Nintendo cartridge into the floppy disc drive, when it doesn’t work, get the supervisor.
  • Assign a musical note to every key (i.e. the Delete key is A Flat, the B key is F sharp, etc.). Whenever you hit a key, hum its note loudly. Write an entire paper this way.
  • Run around asking everyone which key is the “Any” key. Insist it has to be just one certain key.
  • Borrow someone else’s keyboard by reaching over, saying “Excuse me, mind if I borrow this for a sec?”, unplugging the keyboard and taking it.
  • Run into the computer lab, shout “Armageddon is here!” and then calmly sit down and begin to type.