> The Day the Network Died
> Sung to the tune of Don McLean's "American Pie"
>
> Long long time ago,
> But I can still remember
> How the network used to really fly.
> And I knew if I had my chance
> That I could make that server dance
> And maybe we could web-surf for a while.
> But February made me shiver
> When each email was not delivered,
> Bad news from the news host,
> I couldn't make one more post.
> I can't remember if I cried
> When I read of how those routers fried
> But something touched me deep inside
> The day the network died.
>
> So bye bye, Mr X25
> Pointed Netscape at the proxy but it wasn't alive
> And NFS server Parker didn't survive
> Singing this'll be the day the LAN dies
> This'll be the day the LAN dies
>
> Oh did you write the book of Perl
> Or do you have faith in the real world
> Believe if Barry tells you so.
> Now do you believe in Java code
> Or do you take the MS road,
> And can you show me how to cut .. the .. load?
> Well I know that you're in love with X
> 'Cause I saw that code you wrote in Rexx,
> You booted up Exceed,
> But it can't do what you need.
> I was a lonely teenage hacking spod
> With a Linux box and a network card
> But I knew life was just too hard
> The day the network died.
>
> Now for 10 days we've been on our own
> And the mail queue builds to overload
> But that's not how it used to be.
> When Jeeves served files to me and you
> And the SunOS boxes ran SunView
> And we always had the freedom of GNU.
> But one day Barry's box went down
> The students stole his newsgroup crown,
> All sessions were suspended,
> Badladding never ended.
> While Barry read a book on Wirth,
> And freshers found the web to surf
> We were durging with great mirth
> The day the network died.
>
> I met a girl with bouncy shoes,
> And asked her for some happy news,
> But she just smiled and booted CDE.
> I swiped my card, went through the door,
> Where I'd run Motif years before,
> But the helpdesk said that they could not help me.
>
> And in the library users screamed,
> The OWPers cried, the durgers dreamed,
> But nobody was posting,
> The heffalump was roasting.
> And the one thing I admire the most,
> The Unix x11 host,
> Was broken due to missing toast,
> The day the network died.

Brunnen-G, if I were a little younger, and you were a little less involved with someone else, I'd want give them a run for their bathmat with you. I can't stop laughing!!!! You kill me!!!