X-NEWS: spcvxb alt.folklore.computers: 23607 Relay-Version: VMS News - V6.0-3 14/03/90 VAX/VMS V5.4; site spcvxb.spc.edu Path: spcvxb.spc.edu!rutgers!cs.utexas.edu!uunet!mcsun!Germany.EU.net!ira.uka.de!uka!iras4!hanssgen Newsgroups: alt.folklore.computers,de.talk.jokes Subject: Computer Song Collection 1.2e [part 3/7] Message-ID: From: hanssgen@iras4.ira.uka.de (Stefan Haenssgen) Date: 16 May 92 15:42:12 GMT Followup-To: alt.folklore.computers Organization: University of Karlsruhe, FRG Keywords: computer song parody NNTP-Posting-Host: iras4.ira.uka.de Lines: 1011 >>> BEGIN PART 3 <<< for a simple problem, and wished you hadn't.......... Song : It was on a Monday morning The DEC man came to call, My system wouldn't boot There was no prompt at all He pulled out all my SPC's To try a new backplane And I had to get the hardware guys to put them back again Oh it all makes work for field service men to do! It was on a Tuesday morning The hardware man came round He soldered and he fiddled And he said 'Look what I've found' 'Your ECOs are years behind' 'But I'll put it all to rights' Then he shorted out the power supply and out went all the lights Oh it all makes work for field service men to do! It was on a Wednesday morning The power supply came 'It's newer and it's better' 'But it works just the same' He could not fit the unit without stripping half the rack then he dropped my boot HDA so He called Peripherals back Oh it all makes work for field service men to do! It was on a Thursday morning The HDA came along with a blocklist and a cable and a list of what goes wrong He put it into my drive It took no time at all But I had to get the software guys to come and re-install Oh it all makes work for field service men to do It was on a Friday morning That Software made a start With BACKUP and SYSGEN He configured every part Every track and every sector But I found when he was gone He had overwritten the boot track and I couldn't turn it on On saturday and Sunday They do no work at all So It was on a Monday morning that the DEC man came to call @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : The Disks of UNIX Original : Sound of Silence Group : Simon and Garfunkel Author : ? Malcolm Dickinson Intro : Song : The Disks of UNIX ================= Submitted by Malcolm Dickinson Sung to the Tune of "Sounds of Silence" by Simon and Garfunkel Hello comix my old friend. I've come to program you again. because a student softly creeping, guessed my password while I was sleeping. And the programs with just remnants in my brain, don't remain, upon the disks... of UNIX. In flick'ring lights I type along. Load my program, what was wrong? Letters haloed by my squinting, at the program that I was lint-ing. For my eyes were blurred by the flash of the cathode beam, term'nal screen, and all the C... on UNIX. And in the fuzzy light I saw 10,000 hackers, maybe more: Hackers staring without blinking, hackers typing without thinking. Hackers writing code that programs never shared. (No one dared, disturb the disks... of UNIX.) "Fools," said I, "you do not know. Kludges make the d.u. grow. Comment functions that I might read them. Update man-files 'cause I might need them." But my words like unread printout fell, (Oh well...) An echo, On the disks... of UNIX. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Don't Call From Home Original : The Man's Too Strong Group : Dire Straits Author : Jonathon Luning Intro : Song : Don't Call From Home ==================== by Jonathon Luning Sung to the Tune of "The Man's Too Strong" by Dire Straits I'm just an ageing hacker-boy And in the days I used to play And I've called the tune To many a system's ruin. Now they say I am a real criminal And I'm hiding away. Just one more terminal session. I have simplified robbery With my PCs. I have called in the money And it's now overseas. I have re-written bank accounts With thousands on my books; Made up identities Without changing my looks. And I can still hear the touch-tones And the clicks on the phone. Don't call too long. Don't call from home. Well I've cracked IBM And I've cracked NSA And I've cracked every network In the whole USA. I have called out on Sprint And from any payphone; Billed to people I never have known. And I can still hear the touch-tones And the clicks on the phone. Don't call too long. Don't call from home. Well the sun comes in my office And they all did hear him say "You're really too much for us, You're worth more than we can pay. You may still hear from Burroughs But I ask you now today: Won't you please work with us At the good old CIA?" Now I run all surveillance From LA to Kremlin's dome. Don't call too long. Don't call from home. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Don't Have a Conniption Original : Walk Like an Egyptian Group : Bangles Author : Brent C.J. Britton Intro : Song : Don't Have a Conniption ======================= by Brent C.J. Britton Sung to the tune of "Walk Like an Egyptian" by the Bangles All the system ops in this place, They monitor me, just for fun. If I logon here, (ohwayoh) They force me off 'fore my profile runs. 'Cause I have a reputation For doing things which I shouldn't be, Like running CHATS, (ohwayoh) And bootlegging Lotus-123. So you see, when they yell at me, I say, (wayohwayoh, wayohwayoh) "Don't have a conniption..." Found how to change all my privs; I didn't know that I broke a rule. I forced the op, (ohwayoh) I dropped the link, then I purged the spool. All the sys ops, so sick of me, They don't let my databases run. I broke CP, (ohwayoh) They had a big fat connip-tion. When they NOLOG my account, I say (wayohwayoh, wayohwayoh) "Don't have a conniption..." They've hated me since I stored Inside the real PSW. We crashed hard you know, (ohwayoh) I guess I forgot a bit or two. If you want to find software cops, They're hanging out in the software shops. They kick your pants, (ohwayoh) And give the boot to your VMBLOCK. I ran my Turing Machine; Another one was assembl'in. And it crunched all night, (ohwayoh) The system op had connip'tions. To software cops in the software shops, I say (wayohwayoh, wayohwayoh) "Don't have a conniption..." "Don't have a conniption." @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Emacs Wizard Original : Pinball Wizard Group : The Who Author : ? Intro : Complete with formatting and all :-) Song : \documentstyle[twocolumn,12pt]{article} \begin{document} \begin{verse} Ever since I was a young boy\\ I've played with each O.S.\\ From Unix down to Kronos \\ I've crashed them I confess\\ But I ain't seen nothing like him\\ Not even in VMS\\ That set-mark and bind kid\\ Sure strokes a mean Emacs. He sits there never blinking\\ Becomes part of the machine\\ Controls with either pinkie\\ A virtual typing stream\\ He optimizes keystrokes\\ Swamps your Microvax\\ That set-mark and bind kid\\ Sure strokes a mean Emacs. He's an Emacs wizard \\ Without a binding list\\ An Emacs wizard \\ s' got such a calloused wrist. How do you think he does it? I don't know!\\ What makes him so good? \newpage He ain't got no distractions\\ He refuses warning bells\\ He heeds no cursor flashing\\ Plays by sense of smell\\ He never needs to undo\\ Knows all of Stallman's hacks\\ That set-mark and bind kid\\ Sure strokes a mean Emacs. I thought I was \\ The keyboard-macro kid\\ But I just handed\\ My Emacs crown to him. Even my usual bindings\\ He prefixed all my best\\ His disciples feed him Coke\\ And he just does the rest\\ He's got super-meta-fingers\\ Never hits the cracks\\ That set-mark and bind kid\\ Sure strokes a mean Emacs. \end{verse} \end{document} @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Every Cycle is Sacred Original : Every Sperm is Sacred Group : Monty Python (Meaning of Life) Author : Tony Duell Intro : Song : There are Suns in this world, there are Apples, There are Sequents and Goulds and then, There are those who clone I B M, BUT I've never been one of them. For I'm an 11/45 and have been since the day I was made And the one thing they say about PDP's is They'll run no matter what they said, You don't have to be in a six-footer, You don't have to have a 9-slot backplane You don't have to have Memory Management, You're booted the moment DCLO came, For Every Cycle is Sacred, Every Cycle is Great, If a cycle gets wasted, DEC gets quite irate! {Repeat} Let the others waste them, On floating-point multiply DEC shall make them pay for Each add able to be skipped by. Every cycle is wanted Every cycle is good Every cycle is needed In your neighbourhood Intel, Sun and Zilog Branch their's just anywhere DEC loves those who write Their Microcode with more care Every cycle is useful Every cycle is fine DEC saves everybody's Time and Time and Time. Other systems waste theirs while fetching o'er t'backplane DEC shall strike them down for each cycle thats run in vain Every cycle is sacred, Every cycle is great, If a cycle gets wasted, DEC GETS QUITE IRATE!!! @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Fork()ing on a Sun Original : Seasons in the Sun Group : Terry Jacks Author : aem@aber.ac.uk (Alec David Muffett) Intro : Here's a little ditty I penned back in 1987 when I was first getting to grips with IP (and killing the machine at the same time). If you don't recognise the words well enough to get the tune, you weren't born... as for pronunciation, pronounce "vi" as "vye" - that way, the song scans properly. No flames, please... The chorus is a wonderful thing to sing in pubs (bars) when you and a group of hackers get together, because it is eminently recog- nisable, but no-one outside your group will have the foggiest idea what you're on about... [fragment] Song : Goodbye my shell, it's hard to "vi", I cannot socket(), even though I try, Everything keeps going wrong... It needs a bind() to carry on, Proc' table's been full for too long. Chorus: We had Joy, We had fun, We were fork()ing on a Sun, but the joy is all gone, 'til the processes are Done [1]. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : FORTRAN Original : Pressure Group : Billy Joel Author : Thomas Koenig Intro : A little song about one of the joys of scientific computation [second revision] Song : FORTRAN You have to learn to pace yourself FORTRAN You're just like everybody else FORTRAN You've only had to write Pascal So far But you will come to the day When the only thing that counts Are megaflops on a Cray And you'll have to deal with FORTRAN You used to call me paranoid FORTRAN But even you can not avoid FORTRAN You swore that ENTRY's a sure road to ruin Now here you are with old code COMMON blocks are misaligned Assigned GOTOs disturb your mind And you cannot handle FORTRAN All grown up and no place to go Pascal, Prolog, What do you know? All your life is a Lisp machine, Linked lists, quicksort, What does it mean? FORTRAN FORTRAN Don't ask me for help You're all alone FORTRAN You'll have to code it On your own FORTRAN I'm sure you'll have some cosmic rationale But here's your program, incomplete, Two weeks late, three times too slow Nothing to do but log on now And write all your code in FORTRAN FORTRAN All your life is Byte Magazine I read it too What does it mean? FORTRAN I'm sure you'll have some cosmic rationale But here you are with old code COMMON blocks are misaligned Assigned GOTOs disturb your mind And you have to code in FORTRAN FORTRAN, FORTRAN One, two, three, four FORTRAN @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : French Horn Concerto (for modem users) Original : French Horn Concerto No 4 for French Horn by Motzart, based on the arrangment and lyrics by... Group : Micheal Flounders and Donald Swan Author : Russell Street (russells@ccu1.aukuni.ac.nz) Info : The original starts: I once had a whim and I had to obey it To by a french horn in a second hand shop I polished it up and I started to play it Inspite of my neighbour who begged me to stop The music was rearranged for a piano, so these lyrics may not fit any orchestral version of the "original". Song : I once had a whim and I had to obey it To by a modem from a second hand shop I made up a cable and I started to use it In spite of my girlfriend who begged me to stop To use my modem, I had to change my sleeping habits I found that I could only get on at night So many boards abound -- to give you a world, a beatuiful world so rich and round Oh the hours I had to spend before I got onto them it in the end But that was yesterday and just to day I looked in the the usual place There was the modem, but the cable itself was missing Where can it have gone? Haven't you -- hasn't anyone seen my cable Where can it have gone? What a blow, know I know I'm unable to read my net news Who wipped that cable? I bet you a quid somebody did. Knowing I had found a news group and wanted to read it Afraid of my talents in talk.bizzare For early today to my utter dismay it had vanished away to the ???? morn I've lost that cable. I know I was using it yesterday I've lost that cable, lost that cable, found that cable -- gorn There's not much else to say -- I had better delay a report (?) I know some party folk whose party jokes pretending to hunt with quart (?) Gone away -- gone away -- was it one of them took it away? Would you kindly return that serial cable -- where is the devil who pinched my cable? I took it to the net.police -- I want that serial cable back I miss my news more and more and more With out that chat I'm feeling sad and so forlorn Oh oh oh oh oh oh.... I found a board and wanted to play use it to display my talents in talk.bizzare But early to day to my utter dismay it had totally vanished away I thought up some stuff and I wanted to send it, but somebody took it away I thought up some stuff and was longing to send it, but somebody took it away My girlfriend is a sleep in her bed. I will soon make her wish I was dead I'll take up nethack instead Whaaa, whaaa @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Friend of the System Original : Friend of the Devil Group : Jerry Garcia & Robert Hunter Author : Larry Stone Intro : Song : Friend of the System ==================== By Larry Stone Submitted by Jeff Brandenburg Sung to the tune of "Friend of the Devil" by Jerry Garcia & Robert Hunter I logged on to the Ed-VAX, left a trail of coffee grounds. Didn't get to sleep that night 'til the morning came around. Chorus: Said I'll run my program but it will take some time; A friend of the System is a friend of mine. If I get done before daylight, I just might write some code tonight. Ran into the System, baby, and it tried to blow me off. Spent the evening learning Pascal but still all it does is scoff! (chorus) I tried to run the editor, but the System caught me there; It took my FORTRAN program and it vanished in the air! (chorus) Got two reasons why I stay awake each night and day; The first one's name I can't pronounce, but he is my TA. The second one's my college Dean, 'cause I'm about to fail! She says if I don't pass C.S. I won't be long at Yale. Got a program in T-Lisp, baby, and one in FORTRAN IV. The first one has a hundred bugs but the other one has more! (chorus) @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Gateway To Heaven Original : Stairway To Heaven Group : Led Zeppelin Author : EileenET Tronolone Intro : I just had to send it in, fellas. I'm sorry. I could not let all that stuff go by and not send it in. Song : Gateway To Heaven There's a lady who knows All the systems and nodes And she's byteing a Gateway to Heaven She telnets there, she knows All the ports have been closed With a nerd she can get Files she came for Woohoohoo Woo Hoo Hoo HooHoo And she's byteing a Gateway to Heaven There's an motd But she wants to be sure Cos she knows sometimes hosts have Two domains In a path by the NIC There's a burdvax that pings Sometimes all of our flames are cross-posted Woohoohoo Woo Hoo Hoo HooHoo And she's byteing a Gateway to Heaven And it's processed by root Unix Labs will reboot NCR will then listen to reason And a prompt will respawn For those yet to logon And the networks will echo much faster Woohoohoo Woo Hoo Hoo HooHoo And she's byteing a Gateway to Heaven If there's a lookup in your netstat don't be .alarmed now it's just a pinging from the link queen Yes there are two routes you can type in but in the long run there's still time to change the net you're on (I hope so!) And as we find stuff to download We ftp and we chmod There was a sysadm we know Who changed the server to her own She had root privs and she used chown She hacked out on the DDN And if you tail her stdin Then you will find what you had lost And get it back with cpio To be a hack and not to scroll... And she's byteing a Gateway to Heaven @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Gateway To Net Ten Original : Stairway To Heaven Group : Led Zeppelin Author : Mark Lottor Intro : Song : GATEWAY TO NET TEN -- Mark Lottor [Original words and music by Jimmy Page and Robert Plant] There's a hacker who's sure all that's coax is fast and he's buying a gateway to net ten. When he gets it he'll know if the ports are all closed with a SYN he can get what he sent for. Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh and he's buying a gateway to net ten. There's an RFC on the wall but he wants to be sure cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. In a note on the page there's a warning that says sometimes all of our code is broken. Don't ya know, it makes me wonder. There's an error I get when I send to the net and my packets are lost and retransmitting. In my logs I have seen loops of mail thru the machine, and the screams of those who are hacking. Oooh, it makes me wonder. And it's whispered that soon if we all fix and tune then the packets will reach their destinations. And a new day will dawn for hosts that stay long and the telnets will echo quite faster. Ohhhhh, it makes me wonder. If there's a bustle in your cisco, don't be alarmed now it's just a quick ping for the NIC machine. Yes there are two paths you can route by, but in the long haul there's still time to change the protocol. Yowwww, it makes me wonder. Your host is loaded and it will slow in case you don't know, the unix's are asking you to join them. Dear hacker, do you see the overflow, and did you know your gateway is still under development. And as we wind out more coax, and gateways slower than our hosts, There goes a message we all know, it updates routes and wants to show how everything still turns quite slow. And if you listen very hard, the bits will come to you at last. When all are ones and ones are all, to be a rubout and not a null. And he's buying a gateway to net ten... @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : HACKADU Original : Xanadu Group : Samuel Taylor Coleridge Author : Stuart McLure Cracraft Intro : Song : HACKADU In Hackadu did Hackers Few An awesome program-hack command: Where 20, the sacred system, grew Through monitors nobody knew Down during the great demand. Always twice two months to newer release With TTY's and EMACS to bring the peace: And here was software smothered by edit-line effects, Where many a bureaucrat sauntered across the land, And where MSG/TELNET/FTP were ancient as TENEX, Constricting winning spots into the bland. But oh! those abiding Hackers Few were cunning And lept the heights of unimaginable lossage! A savage place; as daemonical and sinning as e'er which plastered a screen with "%DECSYSTEM-20 Not Winning" B'fore users exchausted from the barfage! And from this chaos, with irresistable force, As if this thing were itself the Source, A mighty idea came glistening to Hackers Fewest Amid whose logic the sinning 20 burst Huge fragments of scheduler flung forth like rebounding netmail, Or chaffy words beneath the BLT's flail: And 'mid this stupendous destruction at once and forever It flung up the 20 to permanently sever. Pages and pages of listings the burning grew Through structures and directories in the Coup, Then reached the sources known to few, And slaughtered in tumult the offending mass: And 'mid this tumult Hackers Few heard from afar Ancestral systems declaring war! The shadows of the program-hack Floated strongly on the net; Where was heard the anguished cry of the Sack From which they inferred they'd win, they bet. A true war of Hackers Few against Timesharing, With the ancestors of the 20 battling forth with infinite daring! A 10 with a mighty cpu In this battle the Hackers Few espied: It was a DEC original that knew, That once the Hackers Few irresistibly grew, It would forever be banned to limbo. Could it wreak havoc upon the Few? With its powerful CPU? To such a deep satisfaction the answer is no, That with a slice of their sword through its board, The Hackers Few did clobber its bagbiting cord, To realize the Source, the Idea, the Solution! And all the users who saw this mighty battle raging, And shrieked, Tsk! Tsk! While the 10s' and 20s' flashed screens, their crashing disks! The Few weaved a carnage about this awful outpouring, And closed the 10s' and 20s' eyes, For the Hackers Few had earlier fed upon the lies And now had drunk the milk of Personal Computing. Stuart McLure Cracraft (with apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge) @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : The Hacker Song Original : Put Another Nickel In Group : ? Author : Chesire Catalyst Intro : Song : Put another password in, Bomb it out and try again. Try to get past logging in, We're hacking, hacking, hacking. Try his first wife's maiden name. This is more than just a game. It's real fun, but just the same, It's hacking, hacking, hacking. Sys-call, let's try sys-call. Remember, that great bug from version 3, Of R S X, It's here! Whoopie! Put another sys-call in, Run those passwords out and then, Dial back up, we're logging in. It's hacking, hacking, hacking! @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : The Hacker's Son Original : The Lumberjack's Song Group : Monty Python Author : Dave Touretzky and Don Libes Intro : Song : The Hacker's Song by Dave Touretzky and Don Libes (with no apologies whatsoever to Monty Python) I'm a hacker and I'm okay. I work all night and I sleep all day. I wrote some hacks in APL, each on a single line. They're mutually recursive, and run in n-squared time! (chorus:) Oh, he's a hacker and he's okay. He works all night and he sleeps all day. I'm a hacker and I'm okay. I work all night and I sleep all day. I wrote two hacks in MACRO, with UUOs galore. One plays Nim on the console lights, while the other zeros core! (chorus) I wrote a hack in Snobol, with FORTRAN subroutines, It spits out trashy stories, for ladies' magazines! (chorus) I wrote some hacks in InterLisp, they barely fit in core. The swapper thrashed its guts out, So now it runs no more. (chorus) I wrote a hack in microcode, with a goto on each line, it runs as fast as Superman, but not quite every time! (chorus) I wrote some hacks in Ada, and still can't run them yet, Do you suppose we'll see that day? On it, I wouldn't bet! (chorus) I wrote a hack for UNIX While it was still in vogue. It knows the tricks to pacman, and plays mean games of rogue! (chorus) I wrote some hacks, distributed, across our neat gateway. Each one of its 10 functions kills RIG in a different way! (chorus) I wrote some hacks in Mlisp, to edit files of root. It writes them back no-execute, And now it won't reboot! (chorus) I wrote some hacks to manage jobs with PLITS and IPC. Its very first activity, was firing the faculty! (chorus) I wrote some hacks with P and V to synchronize my life. Now I can't use the bathroom, I'm deadlocked with my wife! (chorus) I wrote a hack (in theory), it may not ever halt. But if it does, just watch out... [Fatal Error: Infinite Page Fault] (chorus) I wrote a hack with hough transforms for our folks at DoD. It'll guide their fancy missiles, to Washington, D.C. I'm a hacker and I'm okay, I work all night and I sleep all day. I'll have a system of my own someday, that'll run my code in a hacked-up way. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : The HACTRN Original : The Raven Group : Edgar Allan Poe Author : Guy L. Steele Jr. Intro : [a bit longish - sth] Notes for those not familar with the terms in this poem: TTY ("titty") = any terminal, not necessarily a teletype (in this case, a CRT); in particular, a terminal associated with and in control of a job tree (see "DDT" below). The terminal may be passed up and down the job tree; at any point in time only one job in the tree may use the tree's TTY. When ^Z is typed on the TTY, the system intervenes, stopping the job which has the TTY, and interrupts that job's superior in the tree, which may then grab the TTY from the inferior job. DDT ("dee dee tee") = HACTRN ("hack-tran") = top level debugging and job controlling procedure, capable of controlling up to eight simultaneous jobs (which may themselves be DDTs!) and performing other miscellaneous functions. HACTRN specifically denotes a DDT at the top of a job tree, while DDT is the more general term. The two terms refer to the same job in the poem, and are thus treated as synonymous. Note that DDT requires its subjobs to have unique names for obvious reasons; hence the concern over seven jobs all named FOO. PEEK = a program similar to the SYSTAT of certain PDP-10 monitor systems of dubious quality. PEEK is actually much more versatile, giving information in any of some dozen modes, such a job status, DECtape status, Arpanet sockets, terminal status, and scheduler variables and statistics. It also has provisions for maintaining a continuously updated display on a CRT, and for line printer usage. TECO ("teeko") = text editor and corrector (that is, the good version of several versions of TECO which are floating around). :KILL ("colon kill") = message typed out by DDT whenever it kills a subjob. Note that subjobs, if running, may request DDT to kill themselves. If the job does not have the TTY when it makes such a request, DDT merely rings the TTY's bell (which on the CRT in the poem above is a particularly obnoxious flavor of "beep"), and prints nothing until you ascend to DDT, and perhaps type J (see below). LOCK = utility program, which interprets the particular command "nKILL" to mean "please bring the time-sharing system down in n minutes" (where it is required that n5). The system will then go down at the prescribed time unless the request is countermanded with a "REVIVE" request. ITS = Incompatible Timesharing System, the good timesharing system for the PDP-10. DSKDMP ("disk dump") = program used to, among other things, bootstrap ITS into a running state. >>> END PART 3 <<< -- ,-----,------,--,--, Stefan Haenssgen, Comp Sci, Uni Karlsruhe, Germany / / / / / Email: haenssgen@ira.uka.de or uk0w@dkauni2.bitnet / ---/-, ,-/ / / IRC: sth Phone: +49/721/593910 Fax: hoo nose / / / / / / Snail: Nuitsstr. 2c, W-7500 Karlsruhe 21, Germany /--- / / / / / / / / / / / / / "Use the SOURCE, Luke!" (Return of the RedEye Nights) '-----' '--' '--'--' "I feel a great disturbance in the SOURCE"