JOKE: daemon

[Jaroslav Klaus]

Hezky den,

historka sice uz pekne vousata (rekl bych tak nejmene 7 let), ale mozna ze
ji nekdo, tak jako ja do dneska, nezna. Ostatni prominou.

Jarda Klaus

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
nodded.

"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 computer."

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 kitchen.

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. Bye."
Texas.  What a country.