Happy new year
nio.wiklund at gmail.com
Thu Jan 2 18:56:26 UTC 2014
2014-01-02 10:06, Michael Rawson skrev:
> On 01/01/14 20:43, Aere Greenway wrote:
>> On 01/01/2014 12:34 PM, Israel wrote:
>>> I know this is rather nerdy, but....
>> Thank you for the clever graphic, done in characters. It's a "blast
>> from the past" like the graphics available to us when I originally
>> started programming (in the late 60's).
>> Since one good turn deserves another, I am contributing my parody on
>> Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven", written from the perspective of systems
>> programming back in the 70's, working on Univac Exec 8 mainframe
>> "The Blocktimer's
>> (A parody on Edgar Allen Poe's "The
>> By Aere Greenway
>> Once upon a mid-shift dreary, while I
>> pondered, weak and weary,
>> over many a strange and curious listing
>> of forgotten core--
>> While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly
>> there came a clacking,
>> As the printer fiercely tapping-- spewed its
>> printout on the floor.
>> "Tis my SYSGEN," I muttered, "dumping
>> registers and core--
>> only this and nothing more."
>> Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in
>> the Dynamic Allocator,
>> and each stupid faulty COR-change wrought
>> its errors by the score.
>> Hopelessy I watched the panel;-- vainly
>> I had read the manuals
>> and my PROCS, and still I fail--
>> to allocate the D-bank core--
>> and patch a rare unseemly buffer which
>> my expool doth not store--
>> nameless here for evermore.
>> And each sudden bad uncertain flashing of
>> mount-requests outstanding
>> on the console; showed a thousand different
>> errors I had never seen before;
>> So that now to still the beating of my fist,
>> I stood repeating:
>> 'Tis some interrupt receiving service from
>> sub-system 4--
>> Some ESI interrupt queued and waiting from
>> sub-system 4.
>> This it is and nothing more.
>> Eventually my fits grew meaner; placing
>> cards into the reader,
>> "@RUN" said I, "@START a @RUN and
>> crash no more;
>> But the fact was I was napping, and so
>> loudly the printer clacking,
>> and so faintly you were S$NAPing-- dumping
>> buffer space and core."
>> Always now the lights I'm watching-- for a
>> flash from channel 4:--
>> Darkness there and nothing more.
>> Deep into that darkness peering, long
>> I stood there wondering fearing,
>> routeing, klugeing patches no mortal
>> ever dared to patch before;
>> But the backlog was unopened, and the
>> flashing gave no token,
>> and the only words there spoken was
>> the run-log phrase "DAMCORE"...
>> This I whispered, and the console printed
>> back the word: "DALCORE"--
>> merely this and nothing more.
>> Then back to my manual turning, all I
>> ate within me burning,
>> Soon again I heard a clacking, a little
>> sooner than before.
>> "Surely," said I, "surely it is a glitch
>> in the control-unit;
>> Let us see, then, what there is, and
>> this circuitry explore;--
>> 'Tis the disks, and nothing more.
>> Now out I pulled the ERR$ing module, when,
>> with barely a flit and flicker,
>> On there popped a shining light from
>> the failing channel 4.
>> Not the least abberance made it; not
>> a moment stopped or changed it;
>> But with will of control-unit and processor,
>> glowed there from sub-system 4--
>> glows there still, and nothing more.
>> Then this brilliant kluge beguiling my
>> false hopes into smiling,
>> at the grave commanding pattern of
>> the lights upon the board,
>> "Though thy states be badly shaken by
>> this PC-card I have taken, surely thou art not mistaken
>> ghastly grim and unknown algorithm wandering through
>> the ferrite core--
>> Tell me what thy unknown state is far within
>> the dormant core!
>> Quoth the system, ERR 004.
>> Much I marveled this ungainly foul machine to
>> see discourse so plainly,
>> though the error-code little meaning-- little
>> relevancy bore;
>> For we are reluctant in agreeing that no living human being
>> ever yet was cursed with seeing shining
>> light from channel 4--
>> Light within the deadlocked panel shining from
>> sub-system 4
>> with such a state as ERR 004.
>> But the system, sitting lonely in that
>> big room, printed only
>> that one word, as if its reason for existence in that
>> one word did deplore.
>> Nothing further then it printed; not a
>> flashing light it flitted--
>> 'til I scarcely more than booted.
>> "System errors I've solved before--
>> On the next load it will be working, as my
>> builds have @MAP'ed before."
>> Then the thing prints: ERR 004.
>> Startled at the horror hinted by reply
>> so aptly printed,
>> "Doubtless," said I, "what it prints is
>> its only stock and storage.
>> Dumped from some unhappy register
>> which reentrant disaster
>> swallowed fast and hung much faster til
>> its buffers one message bore--
>> Till the control units of its symbionts the melancholy
>> message bore,
>> of error-- ERR 004.
>> But the SYSBLD still compiling all my
>> changes I'd been trying,
>> straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in
>> front of machine and console and core;
>> Then down in the chair sinking, I reduced
>> myself to LINK$ing, thinking
>> what this
>> cryptic code of yore--
>> What this dim, unweildly, beastly,
>> un-commented and monotonous algorithm of yore
>> meant in printing ERR 004.
>> This I sat engaged in guessing, but no
>> jump-switch yet depressing
>> on the foul machine whose guard-mode light now
>> burned into my bosom's core;
>> The buffer still devising, my mind
>> still searched, reviling
>> as I beat upon the table while the lights
>> stare always o'er.
>> It shall run? No-- ERR 004.
>> Then methought, the air grew denser,--
>> with ozone told a sensor
>> caused by wiring and such whose arcing
>> crackles through sub-system 4.
>> "Wretch", I cried, "UNIVAC hath rented
>> thee-- By these Field Engineers it hath wrecked
>> Respite-- enter site and set jump-key, from
>> all control-units on channel 4!
>> Quaff, don't laugh-- but before the coming century,
>> let me complete this hopeless chore!"
>> Quoth the system, ERR 004.
>> "Be that word our sign of parting, thing
>> .OR. fiend!" I shrieked rebooting--
>> "Test-and-set thee stacked into the darkest regions of the
>> smelly hidden core!
>> Leave no jammed-printer as a token of
>> the lie thy console hath spoken!
>> Leave my processors unopened-- Turn
>> off light from channel 4!
>> Take thy @MARK from off my tapes, and
>> take thy plague from off my chore!"
>> Quoth the system, ERR 004.
>> And the system, never flitting, still is
>> sitting-- still is sitting.
>> Like the groveling ghost of babbage, light still on
>> from channel 4;
>> And its lights have all the seeming of a
>> down-machine that is dreaming,
>> and the room lights over it streaming
>> cast no shadow on the floor;
>> But my dump from out that shadow
>> that lies looping in memory 4,
>> shall be listed nevermore.
>> If you are very familiar with Poe's poem, you will notice that one
>> verse is
>> missing. You might think of this omission as a 'parody error'...
> Happy new year to everyone.
> That was rather beautiful, Aere! (Who says geeks can't write poetry?)
> Best wishes,
+1 from Nio
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