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- Article 1538 of eunet.jokes:
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- From: ji@corto.inria.fr (John Ioannidis - Altair)
- Newsgroups: eunet.jokes
- Subject: 'twas the night before VAXmas
- Message-ID: <1207@inria.UUCP>
- Date: 12 Dec 88 10:10:35 GMT
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- Reply-To: ji@corto.UUCP (John Ioannidis - Altair)
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- [[ I think that's a better title than the original. Reposted from
- rec.humor.funny. Enjoy! /ji ]]
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- "The Worm Before Christmas"
- by Clement C. Morris
-
- (a.k.a. David Bradley, Betty Cheng, Hal Render,
- Greg Rogers, and Dan LaLiberte)
-
- Twas the night before finals, and all through the lab
- Not a student was sleeping, not even McNabb.
- Their projects were finished, completed with care
- In hopes that the grades would be easy (and fair).
-
- The students were wired with caffeine in their veins
- While visions of quals nearly drove them insane.
- With piles of books and a brand new highlighter,
- I had just settled down for another all nighter ---
-
- When out from our gateways arose such a clatter,
- I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter;
- Away to the console I flew like a flash,
- And logged in as root to fend off a crash.
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- The windows displayed on my brand new Sun-3,
- Gave oodles of info --- some in 3-D.
- When, what to my burning red eyes should appear
- But dozens of "nobody" jobs. Oh dear!
-
- With a blitzkrieg invasion, so virulent and firm,
- I knew in a moment, it was Morris's Worm!
- More rapid than eagles his processes came,
- And they forked and exec'ed and they copied by name:
-
- "Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
- On Comet! On Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!
- To the sites in .rhosts and host.equiv
- Now, dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
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- And then in a twinkling, I heard on the phone,
- The complaints of the users. (Thought I was alone!)
- "The load is too high!" "I can't read my files!"
- "I can't send my mail over miles and miles!"
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- I unplugged the net, and was turning around,
- When the worm-ridden system went down with a bound.
- I fretted. I frittered. I sweated. I wept.
- Then finally I core dumped the worm in /tmp.
-
- It was smart and pervasive, a right jolly old stealth,
- And I laughed, when I saw it, in spite of myself.
- A look at the dump of that invasive thread
- Soon gave me to know we had nothing to dread.
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- The next day was slow with no network connections,
- For we wanted no more of those pesky infections.
- But in spite of the news and the noise and the clatter,
- Soon all became normal, as if naught were the matter.
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- Then later that month while all were away,
- A virus came calling and then went away.
- The system then told us, when we logged in one night:
- "Happy Christmas to all! (You guys aren't so bright.)"
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- [ Note: The machines dasher.cs.uiuc.edu,
- dancer.cs.uiuc.ed, prancer.cs.uiuc.edu, etc. have
- been renamed deer1, deer2, deer3, etc. so as not
- to confuse the already burdened students who use
- those machines. We regret that this poem reflects
- the older naming scheme and hope it does not confuse
- the network adminstrator at your site. -Ed.]
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