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Fifty Ways to Hose Your Code ----- ---- -- ---- ---- ---- Kind of by Paul Simon

The problem's all inside your code she said to me;
Recursion is easy if you take it logically.
I'm here to help you if you're struggling to learn C,
There must be fifty ways to hose your code.

She said it's really not my habit to #include,
And I hope my files won't be lost or misconstrued;
But I'll recompile at the risk of getting screwed,
There must be fifty ways to hose your code.

Just blow up the stack Jack,
Make a bad call Paul,
Just hit the wrong key Lee
, And set your pointers free.

Just mess up the bus Gus,
You don't need to recurse much,
You just listen to me.

She said it greives me to see you compile again.
I wish there were some hardware that wasn't such a pain.
I said I appreciate that and could you please explain,
About the fifty ways.

She said why don't we both just work on it tonight,
And I'm sure in the morning it'll be working just right.
Then she hosed me and I realized she probably was right,
There must be fifty ways to hose your code.

Just lose the address Les,
Clear the wrong Int Clint,
Traverse the wrong tree Lee,
And set your list free.

Just mess up the bus Gus,
You don't need to recurse much,
You just program in C.

_ TITLE: The Boys of HP (tune 'The Boys of Summer' by Don Henley)
)
-------------- (csfs1 = Comp. Sci File Server 1))
)
Nobody in the room)
no cursor on the screen)
I feel it in the air)
'csfs1 not responding')
empty disk, empty screen,)
the server goes down alone)
I was logged into my account)
and I know you have no phone)
.)

I can see it)
the workstation's collecting dust)
You've got your 'console long:')
and your blank screen, baby.)
And I can tell you)
I'll never get my source by dawn)
once the boys from HP have gone.)
)

I'll never forget those night.)
I wonder if I ever got to sleep?)
Remember how you made me crazy)
Remember how _you_ made _me_ scream?)
I don't understand what happened to my source)
If I can't ever get it back,)
I'm sure you have no remorse.)
)

I can see it)
the system crashing on me)
you've got your pinstriped suit)
and your corporate paranoia, baby.)
And I can tell you)
my love for this will still be strong)
after the boys of HP have gone)
)

Out in the corridors I saw)
a bunch of lost programmers)
A little voice inside my head say,)
"Don't buy more,)
you should never buy more")
I thought I knew where my source was)
What did I know?)
Those servers are gone forever,)
I should just let them go, but-)
)

I can see it-)
your drives eating my work)
You've got that salesman's pitch)
and your demo running baby.)
and I can tell you-)
my love for CS will still be strong)
After the boys of HP are gone.)
)

(c) 1991 by Adam Sah

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Alison