Networkologists Nightmare

Networkologists Nightmare
by Timothy Haight

Tis the night before Christmas,” I thought with a frown.
I was stuck at the office. The network was down.
The routers were hung in the closet. All crashed.
Their tables had holes in their data. All trashed.

Remote distribution, it seems, just for fun,
Had erased DLLs Windows needed to run
On 84 desktops way down in accounting.
I sat stunned at my desk, my blood pressure mounting.

When all of a sudden there arose such a clatter,
I saw that a server had something the matter.
There was smoke coming out of the main hard disk drive.
“No problem,” I thought. “I’m set up with RAID 5.

But I found out the system I thought was unstoppable
Had disk drives that turned out completely unswappable!
“No problem,” I thought. “I’ve tape backup to thank.”
And then I discovered my backups were blank.

The UPS burped, and its lights all went out.
I started to scream! I started to shout!
But nobody heard as I vented my rage.
My gurus were all on vacation those days.
And nobody’s tech support answered the phone.
I was nose deep in trouble, completely alone.

When out at reception, I heard a soft knock.
As the hands just touched midnight on my desktop clock…

“What’s your problem?” he asked.
“Never mind, friend, I know.
I checked out your network five hours ago.
I did some proactive analysis, so
I knew that this time bomb was going to blow.”
Who was this guy? Who did he think that he was?
He was dressed in red coveralls, white beard, black gloves.

His eyes had the twinkle of technical genius.
His smile cut down personal distance between us.

He spread out his tools, and went straight to his work.
“Whoever configured this network’s a jerk,”
He said with a :-)> as he quickly rebooted,
Uploaded some software, and smoothly rerouted
The LAN to a WAN that he quickly supplied
With bandwidth at least 20 gigabits wide
That went via wireless, I think, LEO,
To tech support elves waiting at the North Pole.

“Now bridging, now routing, now Ethernet hubs!”
He chanted as each piece of hardware he rubbed.
“Cheer up, my good friend! Lose that mindset so tragic!
Technology often looks just like some magic
To people who don’t understand what we do.
Now a switch, emulation, now middleware glue!
Look at the protocols, check one or two,
Debug a bit, test a bit, presto! We’re through!”

My data was back! Every system checked out!
Tears of joy wet my face as I wandered about.

“How can I thank you? You must be Saint Nick!”
He said, “Really, my friend, it’s not such a great trick,
If you don’t give up hope, focus on what you’re doing,
And read all your issues of Network Computing.”
And I heard him exclaim, as his reindeer were coursing,
“Merry Christmas to all! And consider outsourcing!”

The Three Girls

there were three blondes there was a mirror if you lied to it you would dissapear so an ugly red head went in and said I’m the prettyest girl in the world and dissapeard so the next girl went in and she was a browndie and she said I’m the prettyest girl in the world and dissaspeard so the next girl went in and she was blonde and said I think and dissapeard HA HA HA LOL LMAO

Little Talk On Plane

On a crowded airliner a five-year-old boy is throwing a wild temper tantrum. No matter what his frustrated, embarrassed mother does to try to calm him down, the boy continues to scream furiously and kick the seats around him.Suddenly, from the rear of the plane, an elderly minister slowly walks forward up the aisle. Stopping the flustered mother with an upraised hand, the minister leans down and whispers something into the boy’s ear. Instantly, the boy calms down, gently takes his mother’s hand, and quietly fastens his seat belt.All the other passengers burst into spontaneous applause.As the minister slowly makes his way back to his seat, one of the stewardess takes him by the sleeve. “Excuse me, Reverend,” she ways quietly, “but what magic words did you use on that little boy?”The old man smiles serenely and gently says, “I told him if he didn’t cut that shit out, I’d kick his fucking ass to the moon.”

A minister told his congregation, “Next week…

A minister told his congregation, “Next week I plan to preach about the sin of lying. To help you understand my sermon, I want you all to read Mark 17.”The following Sunday, as he prepared to deliver his sermon, the minister asked for a show of hands. He wanted to know how many had read Mark 17. Every hand went up. The minister smiled and said, “Mark has only sixteen chapters. I will now proceed with my sermon on the sin of lying.”

Currency Exchange

A Japanese guy is at Los Angeles International Airport, waiting for his flight back home to Japan. While he’s waiting, he goes to the currency exchange counter to change his remaining dollars.
He counts his money at the counter. “Wait a minute,” he says to the clerk, “When I came here I got more dollars for my yen. What’s going on here?”

“Fluctuations.” says the clerk.

The Japanese man stiffens. “Well! Fluck you Americans, too!”

The preacher buys a parrot

A preacher is buying a parrot.”Are you sure it doesn’t scream, yell, or swear?” asked the preacher.”Oh absolutely. It’s a religious parrot,” the storekeeper assures him.”Do you see those strings on his legs? When you pull the right one, he recites the lord’s prayer, and when you pull on the left he recites the 23rd Psalm.””Wonderful!” says the preacher, “but what happens if you pull both strings?””I fall off my perch, you stupid fool!” screeched the parrot.

Father Wouldn’t Like It

A clergyman, walking down a country lane, sees a young farmer struggling to load hay back onto a cart after it had fallen off.
“You look hot, my son,” said the cleric. “Why don’t you rest a moment, and I’ll give you a hand.”

“No thanks,” said the young man. “My father wouldn’t like it.”

“Don’t be silly,” the minister said. “Everyone is entitled to a break. Come and have a drink of water.”

Again the young man protested that his father would be upset. Losing his patience, the clergyman said, “Your father must be a real slave driver. Tell me where I can find him and I’ll give him a piece of my mind!”

“Well,” replied the young farmer, “he’s under the load of hay.”