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From: barrett@astro.cs.umass.edu (Daniel Barrett)
Newsgroups: comp.sys.amiga.advocacy
Subject: The SECRET STORY behind everybody's disk problems!!!
Summary: Tisk, tisk, you use too much disk...
Keywords: ladle, bismuth, Ontario, hi-tech bologna
Date: 16 Jan 93 04:26:16 GMT
Have you noticed that a significant number of postings this week
have been about disk-related "problems?" Well, in honor of these
wonderful people who cannot seem to deal with disk drives and real
life simultaneously, I hereby present a short play, entitled...
THE CASE OF THE DETONATING DISK HEADS
A play in 6 scenes
by Flop E. Format
SCENE 1: It is night. Marc Backintosh is up late, working on his Amiga 3000
which he has borrowed from his mom. The telephone rings.
MB: [Picks up telephone.] Hello world?
EvanT: Hi Marc, this is Evan Toenail. How's it going?
MB: TERRIBLE.
EvanT: Why? What's wrong?
MB: This computer SUCKS.
EvanT: So why do you use it, then?
[There is total silence on the phone]
EvanT: Oh, never mind. Anyway, I just had this cool idea for a Mac
Desk Accessory...
MB: WAIT!!!
EvanT: Marc! What is it?!?
MB: Oh my God... I don't believe it! It's... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
[An explosion is heard. The telephone line goes dead.]
EvanT: Marc? MARC???
SCENE 2: Morning at the Backintosh house. The computer police are here.
Detective Sergeant Officer Dave HayIsForHorses is studying
the gruesome scene, together with Inspector General Mike SIMMS.
DaveH: Bizarre. This whole thing is totally bizarre.
MikeS: What is it, Dave?
DaveH: I've never seen anything like it before. I mean, look at that
Amiga over there. [They both look.] The VSM is totally frobbed.
It looks like the "data ready" handshaking didn't sweep the
prescalar timer before the variable width pulse triggered a
DSKSYNC flush, but the jumpered word boundary...
MikeS: ENGLISH, Dave, please!!
DaveH: Oh, sorry Mike. Look at the monitor. What do you see?
MikeS: Um... Workbench.
DaveH: That's right. Notice anything special?
MikeS: Hmm... let's see... the Preferences drawer is open. ScreenMode
is running. Hmm... I see he tried to set the display resolution
to 1280x1024 noninterlaced....
DaveH: Keep looking...
MikeS I see a bunch of disk icons... WB_2.x, Work, PC0, ... hey! He's
running CrossDOS!
DaveH: Good work, SIMMS!
MikeS: Thanks, Dave!
DaveH: Now... what do you make of all the blood and guts that are
splattered all over the room?
MikeS: It can mean only one thing, Dave. [Ominous music begins to play.]
Marc, while running CrossDOS, must have put a disk into the
internal drive, seen TWO icons appear instead of one, and...
DaveH: And...?
MikeS: His brain exploded. He simply couldn't take it.
DaveH: Holy HBSTRT registers, SIMMS! You're right! Do you think it
was an accident?
MikeS: We can't rule out foul play yet. We don't know whether Marc ran
CrossDOS of his own free will. We'd better investigate further.
DaveH: I agree. Did Marc have any enemies? Anyone who would want to do
him harm?
MikeS: I doubt it. He was a well-respected authority in the USENET
community.
Voice: Hello in there?
DaveH: [To Mike] Better go and see who that is. Be careful.
SCENE 3: Mike SIMMS sees Evan Toenail walk into the Backintosh house.
EvanT: [Entering] Hi, I'm Evan Toenail. I was on the phone with Marc
when... well... what happened?
MikeS: We're not sure yet. Marc was using his Amiga when...
EvanT: [Looking at the Amiga.] Ugh!! Is that thing running "CrossDOS?"
MikeS: Don't be a smartass.
EvanT: Hey, chill out.
MikeS: You know something about Amigas?
EvanT: Sure! I'm an expert on this stuff. Watch this!! [He removes a
3.5" disk from his pocket and inserts it into the internal drive.]
MikeS: [Waiting] Well?
EvanT: I don't understand it! I stuck a Mac disk into the drive!
MikeS: And...?
EvanT: [Still waiting] Weird!! A dialog box, um, I mean "requester" is
supposed to pop up and ask me if I want to format the disk!
MikeS: Do you WANT to format the disk?
EvanT: No, of course not!
MikeS: Then what are you talking about?
EvanT: Where's the dialog box? It's SUPPOSED to pop up a cute little
message! It's SUPPOSED TO!!!! Waaaaahh!! [He breaks into tears]
MikeS: Hey... kid... don't get emotional. This is an AMIGA. It doesn't
do that. It formats disks only when you run the "Format" program.
EvanT: [Between sobs] Huh? It does? IT DOES???? OH NO!!!! AAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
[There is a massive explosion.]
DaveH: [Rushing into the room] Oh, SPRxDATA!! Not again!!! [He drags
Mike SIMMS's unconscious body from the room. Evan is nowhere to
be seen, and there is a lot more blood and guts on the walls.]
SCENE 4: Mid-afternoon at CBM headquarters. Dave HayIsForHorses is
having a cup of coffee with Ross HipHopRapper.
DaveH: What do you think of all these explosions, Ross?
RossH: [Singing to an intense drumbeat mod downloaded from wuarchive]
Dave, I think
There's a really big stink:
It's a mystery, through and through.
Instead of codin',
Everyone's explodin'
I can't tell ya what to do!
I'm just the Manual Man,
And I do what I can
To document the system.
But the criminals, hey,
They got away.
You tried hard, but you missed 'em!
Boom-shagga, boom-shagga, boom-shagga, boom-shagga, ...
DaveH: Thanks, Ross. Thanks a shitload.
RossH: No sweat, Dave.
[Ross HipHopRapper leaves, making strange vocal noises.
Mike SIMMS hobbles in on crutches. He is accompanied by Sue Wetsuit
and Peter KittyKat.]
DaveH: How are you feeling, Mike?
MikeS: Like I just had a Mac weenie's brain explode in my face. Yecch.
SueW: Mike's been telling us all about the case, Dave. Do you think it
would help if I post something to comp.sys.amiga.announce?
DaveH: Um...
SueW: Come on, Dave! I can see the press release now: "FOR IMMEDIATE
RELEASE: AMIGANS AGHAST AT EXPLOSIVE ENIGMA!"
PeterK: Sue, why *do* those press releases always start with "FOR IMMEDIATE
RELEASE"? What the heck does it mean, anyway??
SueW: Huh? I don't know, Peter. I figured that if I didn't write it,
then the Net connection would slow down. Or something like that....
PeterK: Makes sense to me!
DaveH: People, people, we've got to pay attention to the real issues here
and not get sidetracked. Now, the first thing we need to do is...
[The telephone rings]
PeterK: [Picking up phone] Hello?
Voice: You'll never take me alive, coppers!
PeterK: Er, um... Dave, some guy wants to talk hardware. Copper lists or
something.
DaveH: [Grabs phone] Yo! HayIsForHorses here!
Voice: If you were a real computer company, you'd have solved the case
already.
DaveH: What? Who is this??
Voice: If you want to find out what really happened, come to the abandoned
computer factory at 4000 Amber Street at midnight tonight.
[There is a click -- the caller has hung up. Dave describes the
call to the other people in the room.]
PeterK: Don't do it, Dave! It's a trap!
SueW: No, it's an interrupt!
DaveH: No, it's my duty to check this out.
PeterK: At least take someone else with you! Mike is still hurt! How about
Peter ChurnYourStomach? Andy Fickle? Carolyn SchellProgrammer?
DaveH: No thanks, folks... I think Mike and I have to do this alone.
Come on, partner.
[Mike stumbles out the door after Dave.]
SCENE 5: Midnight at an abandoned computer factory on Amber Street.
MikeS: I don't see anything yet, Dave. Do you think this was all a joke?
DaveH: No I don't, Mike. Whoever the guy is, he sounded completely
serious on the phone. In fact, I'd go so far as to say he has
absolutely no sense of humor.
MikeS: Well, THAT narrows down the list of suspects!
DaveH: Shhh... I hear something. OOHH!! [thud] [Dave collapses.]
MikeS: Dave, what happened? Are you OOOOHH!! [thud] [Mike falls to the
floor unconscious.]
[Blackness. More blackness. Inky, opaque blackness with no end.
And then... light.]
DaveH: Ohhh... my poor head. I feel like Fat Agne