Help me…I’m hooked!

Is there a 12 step, support group, or such?
For those of us folks who chat on line too much?
If there was a group, I would like it just fine,
Except that it prob’bly would be here online!

Are there therapists here? I think I saw some.
Its got me, its got me, its power is AWESOME!
It’s my new computer, I’ve had it one week,
Now I look in the mirror and I see a real “geek.”

Or maybe a geekess, but I see the signs.
Please help me, please help me, please get me offline!
Or better, please Email a burger and fries,
‘Cause I’m staying ONLINE, at least ’til I die!

Windows 2000

The following are new Windows messages that are under consideration for the planned Windows 2000:
1. Enter any 11-digit prime number to continue.

2. Press any key to continue or any other key to quit.

3. Press any key except… no, No, NO, NOT THAT ONE!

4. Bad command or file name! Go stand in the corner.

5. This will end your Windows session. Do you want to play another game?

6. Windows message: “Error saving file! Format drive now? (Y/Y)”

7. This is a message from God Gates: “Rebooting the world. Please log off.”

8. To “shut down” your system, type “WIN”

9. BREAKFAST.SYS halted… Cereal port not responding.

10. COFFEE.SYS missing… Insert cup in cup holder and press any key.

11. File not found. Should I fake it? (Y/N)

12. Runtime Error 6D at 417A:32CF: Incompetent User.

13. Error reading FAT record: Try the SKINNY one? (Y/N)

14. WinErr 16547: LPT1 not found. Use backup. (PENCIL & PAPER.SYS)

15. User Error: Replace user.

16. Windows VirusScan 1.0 – “Windows found: Remove it? (Y/N)”

17. Your hard drive has been scanned and all stolen software titles have been deleted. The police are on the way.

Star Wars Update Changes

Top Ten Changes to the new Star Wars update

#10 Tie fighters replaced with black UN helicopters lead by Buotros Buotros Vader.

#9 Sand People replaced by Michigan Militia members (and still walk single file to hide their numbers).

#8 Kahn turns out to be Captain Kirk’s father (whoops, that’s from the Top Ten new Star Trek movie changes).

#7 Chewbacca now giggles when you tickle his tummy.

#6 If you look closely, storm troopers now have Microsoft employee badges.

#5 Original Jawas: Killed by Storm Troopers for having R2 and C3P0. New Jawas: Killed for pitching yet another lame JAVA product “concept”.

#4 Obi Wan’s name changed to OS/2 Kenobi. Uncle Owen now constantly says “I think he died X years ago” where X changes between 10 years before to 10 years in the future. Storm troopers now don’t kill Uncle Owen but instead appoint him head of the Imperial press.

#3 Amiga users upset because the new computers in the Death Star are PC’s when they could have been replaced with a single Amiga 1000 with 512K of ram and still run “tons faster and do real multitasking unlike those PEE-CEEs”

#2 The Canteen now has real rock stars in it. They look as they normally do but still manage to look more alien than the original aliens in there.

#1 Death Star’s old slogan: “Fear this battle station”
Death Star’s NEW slogan: “Where do you want to go today?”

High Tech Terms

Dilberted
To be exploited and oppressed by your boss. Derived from the
experiences of Dilbert, the geek-in-hell comic strip character.
“I’ve been dilberted again. The old man revised the specs for
the fourth time this week.”

Link Rot
The process by which links on a web page became obsolete as the
sites they’re connected to change location or die.

Chip Jewelry
Euphemism for old computers destined to be scrapped or turned
into decorative ornaments. “I paid three grand for that Mac SE,
and now it’s nothing but chip jewelry.”

Crapplet
A badly written or profoundly useless Java applet. “I just
wasted 30 minutes downloading this stinkin’ crapplet!”

Plug-and-Play
A new hire who doesn’t need any training. “The new guy, John, is
great. He’s totally plug-and-play.”

World Wide Wait
The real meaning of WWW.

CGI Joe
A hard-core CGI script programmer with all the social skills and
charisma of a plastic action figure.

Dorito Syndrome
Feelings of emptiness and dissatisfaction triggered by addictive
substances that lack nutritional content. “I just spent six
hours surfing the Web, and now I’ve got a bad case of Dorito
Syndrome.”

Under Mouse Arrest
Getting busted for violating an online service’s rule of
conduct. “Sorry I couldn’t get back to you. AOL put me under
mouse arrest.”

Glazing
Corporate-speak for sleeping with your eyes open. A popular
pastime at conferences and early-morning meetings. “Didn’t he
notice that half the room was glazing by the second session?”

404
Someone who’s clueless. From the World Wide Web message “404,
URL Not Found,” meaning that the document you’ve tried to access
can’t be located. “Don’t bother asking him…he’s 404, man.”

Dead Tree Edition
The paper version of a publication available in both paper and
electronic forms, as in: “The dead tree edition of the San
Francisco Chronicle…”

Egosurfing
Scanning the net, databases, print media, or research papers
looking for the mention of your name.

Graybar Land
The place you go while you’re staring at a computer that’s
processing something very slowly (while you watch the gray bar
creep across the screen). “I was in graybar land for what seemed
like hours, thanks to that CAD rendering.”

Open-Collar Workers
People who work at home or telecommute.

Squirt The Bird
To transmit a signal up to a satellite. “Crew and talent are
ready…what time do we squirt the bird?”

Brain Fart
A biproduct of a bloated mind producing information
effortlessly. A burst of useful information. “I know you’re busy
on the Microsoft story, but can you give us a brain fart on the
Mitnik bust?” Variation of old hackerslang that had more
negative connotations.

Keyboard Plaque
The disgusting buildup of dirt and crud found on computer
keyboards. “Are there any other terminals I can use? This one
has a bad case of keyboard plaque.”

Career-Limiting Move (CLM)
Used among microserfs to describe an ill-advised activity.
Trashing your boss while he or she is within earshot is a
serious CLM.

Alpha Geek
The most knowledgeable, technically-proficient person in an
office or work group. “Ask Larry, he’s the alpha geek around
here.”

Adminisphere
The rarified organizational layers beginning just above the rank
and file. Decisions that fall from the adminisphere are often
profoundly inappropriate or irrelevant to the problems they were
designed to solve.

Tourists
People who are taking training classes just to get a vacation
from their jobs. “We had about three serious students in the
class; the rest were tourists.”

Blowing Your Buffer
Losing one’s train of thought. Occurs when the person you are
speaking with won’t let you get a word in edgewise or has just
said something so astonishing that your train gets derailed.
“Damn, I just blew my buffer!”

Gray Matter
Older, experienced business people hired by young
entrepreneurial firms looking to appear more reputable and
established.

Bookmark
To take note of a person for future reference (a metaphor
borrowed from web browsers). “I bookmarked him after seeing his
cool demo at Siggraph.”

Nyetscape
Nickname for AOL’s less-than-full-featured Web browser.

Beepilepsy
The brief seizure people sometimes suffer when their beepers go
off, especially in vibrator mode. Characterized by physical
spasms, goofy facial expressions, and stopping speech in
mid-sentence.

Tell me a Story!

A reporter goes way up into the hills of West Virginia to write an article about the area. He meets an old man in a small town and asks him about any memorable events in his life.

The old man says, “Well, one time my favorite sheep got lost, so me and my neighbors got some moonshine and went looking for it. We looked and looked and finally found the sheep. Then we drank the moonshine and one by one, started shagging the sheep. It was a lot of fun!”

The reporter figured he can’t write an article about that, so he asked the old man to tell him another story.

The old man said, “Well, one time my neighbor’s wife got lost, so me and all the village men got some moonshine and went out looking for her. We looked and looked and finally we found her. Then we drank the moonshine and one by one, started shagging the neighbor’s wife. Now, THAT was a lot of fun!”

The reporter, feeling frustrated, finally told the old man that he couldn’t write articles about those stories and asked him if he had any dramatic or sad memories that he could talk about.

The old man paused a little and with a sad expression on his face said –
“Well, one time I was lost …”

Computer Camp

Dear Mr. Johnson:
Ann Landers wouldn’t print this. I have nowhere else to turn. I have to get the word out. Warn other parents. I must be rambling on. Let me try and explain.

It’s about my son, Billy. He’s always been a good, normal 10 year old boy. Well, last spring we sat down after dinner to select a summer camp for Billy.

We sorted through the camp brochures. There were the usual camps with swimming, canoeing, games, singing by the campfire — you know. There were sports camps and specialty camps for weight reduction, music, military camps and camps that specialized in Tibetan knot tying.

I tried to talk him into Camp Winnepoopoo. It’s where he went last year. Billy would have none of it. Billy pulled a brochure out of his pocket. It was for a COMPUTER CAMP! We should have put our foot down right there, if only we had known. He left three weeks ago.

I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAS HAPPENED. He’s changed. I can’t explain it. See for yourself.

These are some of my little Billy’s letters: ———————————–

Letter # 1 ———- The kids are dorky nerds. The food stinks. The computers are the only good part. We’re learning how to program. Late at night is the best time to program, so they let us stay up. Love, Billy.

Letter # 2 ————- Dear Mom,

Camp is O.K. Last night we had pizza in the middle of the night. We all get to choose what we want to drink. By the way, can you make Szechwan food? I’m getting used to it now. Gotta go, it’s time for the flowchart class. Love, Billy.

P.S. This is written on a word processor. Pretty swell, huh? It’s spell checked too.

Letter # 3 ————- Dear Mom,

Don’t worry. We do regular camp stuff. We told ghost stories by the glow of the green computer screens. It was real neat. I don’t have much of a tan cause we don’t go outside very often. You can’t see the computer screen in the sunlight anyway. That wimp camp I went to last year fed us weird food too. Lay off, Mom. I’m okay, really.

Love, Billy.

Letter # 4 ————- Dear Mom,

I’m fine. I’m sleeping enough. I’m eating enough. This is the best camp ever. We scared the counselor with some phony worm code. It was real funny. He got mad and yelled. Can you send more money? I’ve got to chip in on the phone bill. Did you know that you can talk to people on a computer? Give my regards to Dad.

Love, Billy.

Letter # 5 ————- Dear Mother,

Forget the money for the telephone. We’ve got a way to not pay. Sorry I haven’t written. I’ve been learning a lot. I’m real good at getting onto any computer in the country. It’s really easy! I got into the university’s in less than fifteen minutes. Frederick did it in five, he’s going to show me how. Frederick is my bunk partner. He’s really smart. He says that I shouldn’t call myself Billy anymore. So, I’m not.

Signed, William.

Letter # 6 ————- Dear Mother,

How nice of you to come up on Parents Day. Why’d you get so upset? I haven’t gained that much weight. The glasses aren’t real. Everybody wears them. I was trying to fit in. Believe me, the tape on them is cool. I thought that you’d be proud of my program. After all, I’ve made some money on it. A publisher is sending a check for $30,000. Anyway, I’ve paid for the next six weeks of camp. I won’t be home until late August.

Regards, William.

Letter # 7 ————- Mother,

Stop treating me like a child. True — physically I am only ten years old. It was silly of you to try to kidnap me. Do not try again. Remember, I can make your life miserable (i.e. – the bank, credit bureau, and government computers). I am not kidding. O.K.? I won’t write again and this is your only warning. The emotions of this interpersonal communication drain me.

Sincerely, William.

What can I do, Mr. Johnson? See what I mean? It’s been two weeks since I’ve heard from my little boy. I know that it’s probably too late to save my little Billy. But, if by printing these letters you can save JUST ONE CHILD from a life of programming, please, I beg of you to do so. Thank you very much.

Sally Gates, Concerned Parent

The Night Before Y2K

Twas the night before Y2K
and all through the house
we all were in hiding,
me, my kids, and my spouse.

The firewood piled
floor to ceiling with care
the cupboards all packed
with non-perishables to spare.

The windows were barred
to protect us from looters
our new generator is safe
`cause it has no computers.

We’ve bought lots of gold
should the dollar collapse
and run up those credit cards
right to the max
and just in case
the banks should all crash
we closed our account
and spent all the cash
on dried foods and water
for our Y2K stash.

As the clock ticked toward midnight
we knew we’d soon learn
the doomsayers were right
it would all crash and burn.

Stretched out in my chair
with my gun in my lap
I decided to take a pre-Y2K nap.
I fell fast asleep
and then, without warning
I opened my eyes
and it was new year’s morning!

The lights were still on
the TV worked too
on all the news channels
there was nothing so new.

The only news
that sounded so bad
was the realization
I’d been Y2K-had.
What I thought was survival
was now but a fad.