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New quotes for Tue Nov 28
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Tue Nov 28 01:40:59 1989
Date: Tue, 28 Nov 89 01:41:19 EST
From: root@CHARON.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@BLOOM-BEACON.MIT.EDU
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aelujan (Anthony E. Lujan):
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amgreene (Andrew Marc Greene):
BB: He's got me dead to rights, Doc.
Do you want to shoot me now or wait 'til you get home?
DD: Shoot him now! Shoot him now!
BB: You be quiet. He doesn't have to shoot you now.
DD: Sure he does! Shoot me now!
EF: OK. <boom>
DD: Let's try that again.
BB: OK. Do you want to shoot me now or wait 'til you get home?
DD: Shoot him now, shoot him now.
BB: You be quiet. He doesn't have to shoot you now.
DD: Aha! Pronoun trouble!
It's not, ``He doesn't have to shoot you now,''
it's ``He doesn't have to shoot //me//now.''
Well, I say he //does// have to shoot me now!
So shoot me now! Shoot me now!
EF: <boom>
- Rabbit Seasoning.
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cxy (Se-Wai Lee):
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eichin (Mark W. Eichin):
Where did the name OZ (as in Wizard of OZ, or OZ.AI.MIT.EDU) come from?
The person who came up with the stories originally, telling them to
children, was asked by a child "Where do all these adventures happen?"
he responded "Where did they HAPPEN? WHERE did they Happen?" while
looking around the room for inspiration... "In a land called OZ."
Later, when his wife asked "How did you come up with that name?" he
replied "I saw the filing cabinet... the top drawer was labelled A-N,
the bottom O-Z..."
{from some random New Jersey talk show, sunday, in interminable traffic :-}
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jcbourne (Juliet C Bourne):
"A PIECE OF THE ACTION" [5.0*]
First aired January 12, 1968. Kirk must figure out a way to counteract
the effects of an earlier expedition, which caused a planet's
civilization to pattern itself after the Chicago mobs of the Twenties.
(Complete list of episodes in /mit/jcbourne/StarTrek)
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jik (Jonathan I. Kamens):
"Atlas' HDA" (Part II)
They got this area over in e40 called the watchmaker zone,
where you walk in and get your programming skills inspected, detected,
neglected and selected!
I went down and got my interview one day, and I walked in, sat
down (slept on the third floor of lobby 7 the night before, so I
looked and felt my best when I went in that morning, 'cause I wanted
to look like the best MIT hacker. I wanted to feel like.... I wanted
to BE the best MIT hacker), and I walked in, said down, I was gunned
down, brung down, locked out and all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly
things.
And I walked in, I sat down, and Jane gave me a piece of paper
that said: "Kid, see Geer in the watchmaker zone."
I went there, and I said, "Dan, I wanna hack! I wanna hack!
I wanna see gross code and dereferenced null pointers and overnight
hacking sessions and bugs to fix and write impossible-to-comprehend
code! I wanna feel nine-track tape between my teeth! I mean hack!
Hack! Hack!"
And I started jumpin' up and down on his desk (there was no
room to jump on the floor), yellin' "HACK! HACK! HACK!" and Win
Treese walked in and started jumpin' up and down with me, and we was
both jumpin' up and down, yellin', "HACK! HACK! HACK! HACK!!" and
some watchmaker came over and gave me the watchmaker root password,
sent me into the watchmaker zone, and said, "You're our bug-fixer."
And I didn't feel too good about it.
I proceeded to work as a watchmaker, gettin' more inspections,
rejections, detections, neglections, and all kinds of stuff that they
was doin' to me there, and I was there for two years... three years...
four years... I was there for a long time goin' through all kinds of
mean, nasty, ugly things, and I was just havin' a tough time there,
and they was inspectin', injectin', every single part of my code, and
they was leavin' no function untested.
I proceeded through, until my thesis was almost finished and I
came to see the very last man. I walked in, sat down, after a whole
big thing there. I walked up, and he said, "Kid, we only got one
question: have you ever been in trouble with the Operations Manager?"
And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Atlas' HDA
massacree with full orchestration and five-part harmony and stuff like
that, and other phenomenon.
He stopped me right there, and said, "Kid, did you have to go
meet with Saltzer?" And I proceeded to tell him the story of the
seventeen multi-layered X windows with inverse text and scroll bars
on the side and top of each one...
He stopped me right there and he said, "Stop right there!
Kid, I want you to go over and sit down on that bench that says,
`Hackers who got caught.' NOW, KID!"
And I walked over to the bench there, and there's... The
hackers-who-got-caught group is where they put you if you may not be
moral enough to hack for a salary after learning to hack for four
years.
There was all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly-lookin' people on the
bench there... there was system crackers, password breakers, Kerberos
bug-finders, sendmail demons, and Robert T. Morris enthusiasts!!
Robert T. Morris enthusiasts sitting right there on the bench next to
me! And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one... the most obsessed RTM
enthusiast of all, was comin' over to me, and he was mean and ugly and
nasty and horrible and all kinds of things, and he sat down next to
me. He said, "Kid, you get a security hole?" I said, "I didn't get
nothin'. I had to delete the binaries."
He said, "What did you have to talk to Jerry about, Kid?" And
I said, "Sending zfwrite messages..." And they all moved away from me
on the bench there, with the Robert T. Morris enthusiast and all kinds
of mean, nasty things, 'til I said, "...to the Manager of Athena
Operations..." And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a
great time on the bench talkin' about system cracking, password
breaking, Kerberos hacking, virus hunting... and all kinds of groovy
things that we was talkin' about on the bench, and everything was
fine.
We was drinkin' coke and eatin' all kinds of junk food, until
the dean came over, had some paper in his hand, helt it up and said:
"KIDS-THIS-BUG-REPORT'S-GOT-FORTY-SEVEN-WORDS-THIRTY-SEVEN-
FILL-IN-BLANKS-FIFTY-EIGHT-ESSAY-QUESTIONS-WE-NEED-TO-KNOW-THE-
DETAILS-OF-THE-BUG-THE-SECURITY-HOLE-THE-HACK-WHATEVER-YOU-DID-AND-
ANYTHING-ELSE-AT-ALL-YOU-GOT-TO-SAY-PERTAINING-TO-THE-BUG-WE-WANT-
TO-KNOW-THE-PROGRAM-NAME-THE-SERVER-IT'S-ON-THE-PATH-TO-IT-THE-
RELEASE-NUMBER-THE-MACHINE-YOU-WERE-RUNNING-IT-ON-AND-EVERYTHING-ELSE..."
And he talked for forty-five minutes and nobody understood a
word that he said. But we had fun rollin' the mice around and lookin'
at xpix.
I filled out the special bug report with the multiple-choice
and essay questions and fill-in-the-blanks, and put everything down
just like it was and everything was fine. And I put down my pencil,
and I turned the bug report form over, and there, written on the back
of the form... centered on back of the form.... away from everything
else on the form... in parentheses, capital letters, back-quoted, in
NewCenturySchlBk, read the following words: "Kid, have you passed
Phase II?"
I went over to the dean. Said, "Mister, you got a lot of
dammed gall to ask me if I've passed Phase II! I mean, I mean, I
mean, that you say, I'm sittin' here on the bench, I mean, I'm sittin'
here on the hackers who got caught bench, 'cause you want to know if
I'm a good enough writer to go out and write computer programs, build
circuits, and work in technical support?"
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he looked at me and said, "Kid, we don't like your kind!
We're gonna send your user-id off to the NCSC in Washington!" And,
friends, somewhere in Washington, enshrined on a logical volume on
dockmaster, is a study in ones and zeroes of my aborted hacking...
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And the only reason I'm singin' you the song now is 'cause you
may know somebody in a similar situation. Or you may be in a similar
situation, and if you're in a situation like that, there's only one
thing you can do:
[ CHORUS ]
You know, if one person, just one person, does it, they may
think he's really dangerous and they won't give him a job.
And if two people do it, in harmony, they may think they're
both hackers who got caught and they won't take either of them.
And if three people do it! Can you imagine three people
walkin' in, singin' a bar of "Atlas' HDA" and walkin' out? They may
think it's a new type of backup!
And can you imagine fifty people a day? I said FIFTY people a
day, walkin' in, singin' a bar of "Atlas' HDA" and walkin' out?
Friends, they may think it's a MOVEMENT, and that's what it is: The
Atlas' HDA ANTI-BREAKAGE MOVEMENT! And all you gotta do to join is to
sing it the next time it comes around on the hard disk.
With feelin'.
You can get to your files all day
on Atlas' HDA
You can get to your files all day
on Atlas' HDA
You'll be sure there's just no risk
If you copy all your files to the local hard disk
YOU can get to your files all day
on Atlas' HDA
(but don't forget to backup fast, on Atlas' HDA!)
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mspencer (Michael D Spencer):
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pkofinas (Peter Kofinas):
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