Regular Tech Humor?

  • Somebody stealing your wireless? Don't call Dano or Idaho Dano - try this instead.

    Remember the story of Dano in Oakland?

  • @zBrown That's actually pretty darn amusing for those who grok it.

    First thought from the geek in me was; "Well, lamer, wtf didn't you secure your wifi, eh?". Turns out they were not so lame. Not to mention creative. Mea culpa on the knee jerk front. Poachers were lucky to cross paths with Gandalf the Grey. Some wizards embrace the dark arts (but not this one. Toby is everybody's buddy). 🐕 🌻

    P.S.; Recommend you avoid Vegas during such events. Although there have been some damn amusing pranks over the years that sent the MIT prank crew crawling back home with their tails 'twixt their legs... Dunno maybe mitigated considerably in recent times now that they've gone pseudo legit, bagged big buck corporate sponsors, and provided war game targets that offer more fun, challenge, and bragging rights than cracking low hanging fruit proffered by tourists.

    P.P.S.: Uhh... nope... this is not an invitation....

  • Darby Daemon "Satan Worshippers" Running Amok in Texas!

    Recent post I made to the random photo thread jogged my memory about this one. Pretty damned funny. And it really did happen.

    Took me a bit to find it since is quiet ancient history by now. Greg Lehey, a.k.a. "Grog" to the rescue. Excerpt follows:

    From: Rob Kolstad
    Subject: A Great Daemon Story

    Linda Branagan is an expert on daemons. She has a T-shirt that sports
    the daemon in tennis shoes that appears on the cover of the 4.3BSD
    manuals and The Design and Implementation of the 4.3BSD UNIX Operating
    System by S. Leffler, M. McKusick, M. Karels, J. Quarterman,
    Addison-Wesley Publishing Company, Reading, MA 1989.

    She tells the following story about wearing the 4.3BSD daemon T-shirt:

    Last week I walked into a local "home style cookin'
    restaurant/watering hole" in Texas to pick up a take-out order. I
    spoke briefly to the waitress behind the counter, who told me my order
    would be done in a few minutes.

    So, while I was busy gazing at the farm implements hanging on the
    walls, I was approached by two "natives." These guys might just be
    the original Texas rednecks.

    "Pardon us, ma'am. Mind if we ask you a question?"

    Well, people keep telling me that Texans are real friendly, so I

    "Are you a Satanist?"

    Well, at least they didn't ask me if I liked to party.

    "Uh, no, I can't say that I am."

    "Gee, ma'am. Are you sure about that?" they asked.

    I put on my biggest, brightest Dallas Cowboys cheerleader smile and
    said, "No, I'm positive. The closest I've ever come to Satanism is
    watching Geraldo."

    "Hmmm. Interesting. See, we was just wondering why it is you have
    the lord of darkness on your chest there."

    I was this close to slapping one of them and causing a scene--then I
    stopped and noticed the shirt I happened to be wearing that day. Sure
    enough, it had a picture of a small, devilish-looking creature that
    has for some time now been associated with a certain operating system.
    In this particular representation, the creature was wearing sneakers.

    They continued: "See, ma'am, we don't exactly appreciate it when
    people show off pictures of the devil. Especially when he's lookin'
    so friendly."

    These idiots sounded terrifyingly serious.

    Me: "Oh, well, see, this isn't really the devil, it's just, well,
    it's sort of a mascot.

    Native: "And what kind of football team has the devil as a mascot?"

    Me: "Oh, it's not a team. It's an operating--uh, a kind of

    I figured that an ATM machine was about as much technology as these
    guys could handle, and I knew that if I so much as uttered the word
    "UNIX" I would only make things worse.

    Native: "Where does this satanical computer come from?"

    Me: "California. And there's nothing satanical about it really."

    Somewhere along the line here, the waitress noticed my
    predicament--but these guys probably outweighed her by 600 pounds,
    so all she did was look at me sympathetically and run off into the

    Native: "Ma'am, I think you're lying. And we'd appreciate it if you'd
    leave the premises now."

    Fortunately, the waitress returned that very instant with my order,
    and they agreed that it would be okay for me to actually pay for my
    food before I left. While I was at the cash register, they amused
    themselves by talking to each other.

    Native #1: "Do you think the police know about these devil computers?"

    Native #2: "If they come from California, then the FBI oughta know
    about 'em."

    They escorted me to the door. I tried one last time: "You're really
    blowing this all out of proportion. A lot of people use this `kind of
    computers.' Universities, researchers, businesses. They're actually
    very useful."

    Big, big, big mistake. I should have guessed at what came next.

    Native: "Does the government use these devil computers?"

    Me: "Yes."

    Another big boo-boo.

    Native: "And does the government pay for 'em? With our tax dollars?"

    I decided that it was time to jump ship.

    Me: "No. Nope. Not at all. Your tax dollars never entered the
    picture at all. I promise. No sir, not a penny. Our good Christian
    congressmen would never let something like that happen. Nope. Never.

    Texas. What a country.

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