He's a real NT fan,
Sitting in his cubicle,
Making all his NT plans for nobody.
Doesn't have a source to view,
Knows not where his diskspace is going to,
NT fan is not like you and me.
NT fan, please listen,
You don't know what you're doing,
NT fan, the world is not at Bill's command.
He can touch-type with the Microsoft Natural,
Just uses the Microsoft Mouse he wants to use,
NT fan can you see the world at all?
NT fan, don't worry,
Take your time, don't hurry,
Leave it all till the Microsoft Developer's Network lends you a hand.
Doesn't have a compiler,
Knows not where his CPU cycles are going to,
NT fan is not like you and me.
NT fan, please listen,
You don't know what you're doing,
NT fan, the world is not at Bill's command.
He's a real NT fan,
Sitting in his cubicle,
Making all his NT plans for nobody.
Making all his NT plans for nobody.
Making all his NT plans for nobody.
(c) 1997 Satoshi Asami.
Dedicated to an NT fatatic who shall remain anonymous.
(other than jkh) object if I include an mpeg-3 audio stream (mime
encoded of course -- I'll use mimepp!) in the commit messages? :>
"Thomas has an upgrade on his pee-eee-cee, David is a student in
Davis..." (<- imagine Satoshi practicing in the background..)
On a (only slightly) more serious note, we now have 1022 ports. Are
we having a celebration for 1024? :)
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a hard drive slowly filling up,
The ports committed while I was sleeping,
And the unified diff that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of patching.
In restless dreams I built alone
Huge directories of snapshot packages,
'Neath the halo of a computer monitor,
I tourned my collar to the coke and tea
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of arriving mails
That split the screen
And touched the sound of emiclock.
And in the new INDEX I saw
A thousand ports, maybe more.
Ports fetching without checksumming,
Ports compiling without packaging,
Ports installing files that no other port ever uses
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of gzip.
``Committers,'' said I, ``You do not know
The cvs tree like a cancer grows.
Hear the warnings that I might teach you,
Take the portlint that itojun might reach you,''
But my packages, like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of wcarchive....
and frolicked in the autumn mist, in the land called Korea,
Little Junker hacker, loved that rascal Puff,
and brought him fonts and hanterm ports, and other fancy stuff.
I think it's tonight, yeah
The release that's driving me mad
Is going out
She's got a cdrom to burn
She's got a cdrom to burn
She's got a cdrom to burn
But she don't care
[835 ports, in case you are wondering -- and "cvs co -D '3/18/97 01:10
PST'" will give you the ports tree for 2.2-RELEASE]
Help! Not just anybody
Help! You know I need someone
Help!!!
When the ports tree was smaller, so much smaller than today,
I rarely needed anybody's help in any way
And now those days were gone
I'm overloaded by the 780 ports and packages
Now I find I need to build packages
For both 2.2 and -current
Help me if you can the're too many port submissions
And I do appreciate you being 'round
Help me get the number of open PR's back on the ground
Won't you please, please help me?....
of the computer that I have,
as she lies here beside me
churning away at her disk,
and the screensaver in a fine mist
floats on the display,
reflecting the glow of the
winter moonlight.
Through disks and tapes
We will endure
As we pass surely
Through every crash
A time for us
Some day there'll be
A neeeeeeeeeeewww (make) world
A world of shining machine
For FreeBSD..
Some day there'll be
When send-pr's are torn
By courage born
Of a BSD that's Free
A time when commits
So long denied
Can floooooooooooour-ish
As we unveil the ports we now must hide..
(Instigated by: confidential new-port PRs)
It could fill up your hard drive overnight,
If you must complain you can send-pr here,
But I need a break and I want to be a ports tree manager,
Ports tree manager,
Ports tree manaaaaaaaageeeeer..
I'll be porting more in a day or two,
I can make it longer if you like the ports,
I've been changing it 'round and I want to be a
Ports tree manager,
Ports tree manageeeeeeeer..
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had a new INDEX.
you will know that I am gone,
you will hear James' perl ports fill the tree,
600 ports, 600 ports, 600 ports, 600 ports,
we now have 600 ports in the tree.
