In alt.sysadmin.recovery, Eric Pederson wrote...

> Man, this gets me going. If you want root, I own your ass. It's that
> simple.

     Deep within in the bowels of the StarNet Communications complex, surrounded by das blinkenlights and O'Reilly books, the Pederson-BOFH lurks. A pirate ship appears on the horizon. The maid screams.

     (No, wait, that's another story. Where was I? Oh, yeah.)

You know you've been sysadminning too long when you wander around the office muttering "fsck fsck fsck" and then realize that you really should've been muttering "fsck -y" because you don't have time to babysit the damned thing for an hour.

     I'm sitting here in front of a terminal at 19:12 on Monday, December 25. I was here yesterday at this time as well. And, I'm sure I'll be here tomorrow.
     And, what am I doing? NOTHING! There's been no new news or mail for hours, and there're no projects to do, and nothing's broken enough that I need to try to fix it.
     So now I'm bored out of what little is left of my mind, eating somebody else's cold General Tso's Chicken and drinking warm Mistic iced tea (the peach flavor, yeech, but it's better than no iced tea at all), listening to every single song that Led Zeppelin ever released ("This is the wonder of devotion; I've seen the path we all must go.")