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A couple of weeks ago a recruiter called me. I was amused but not tempted.
"Oh, experience is cheap
If that's the company you keep
And I'll never get that disease
'Cause I've had it" --- Aimee Mann "I've Had It"
I really should be drinking vodka to do this. This is another filk that had it's genesis quite a while ago. The line "for the next two years" came up in a post quite a while ago and I'd always intended to see if I could do the whole song. There are a lot of inside jokes in this one. It spans a bit of time and ends back when all I knew about![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
saltypony was that her hair caught my eye every time I walked through the room.
"Drunken Route" to the Pogues "Drunken Boat"
Drunken Route
The chance was in a ugly office on the other side of town
Another year of net admin was getting my spirits down
A new adventure is what I need, not to be a corporate drone
With me head inside a case and me ear screwed to the phone
Honey pack me bags because I'm off to Boston town
Don't ask me when I'll be back, cause the lines have all gone down.
I'll ping your address from The Cage before I hit the head
I'll send you email in packets so you'll know that I'm not dead.
By this time in a week it will have doubled once again
With no more staff or hardware, just twice the strain
From Bangor to Waltham from Standish to Cambridge
We'll see basements and closets and a lot of spilled milk
Had to drag the equipment to the 3rd floor from the car
With an hour 'til the window we got drunken at the bar
We pissed off half of Mass with a couple hundred frames
And we dallied in The Market as we stoked ourselves again
Chorus
Now the only net I'd want to run
Are the three machines at home with me
And the only IP I want to route
Is the ten dot ones
Where a kid sits full of geekiness
Lets his code go running on
Until it reaches dawn
We worked through installations and were routed to dev null
I crumpled under endless hours and finally hit the door
I spent the next two years or more just staring at the wall
We did IP to rule the world, what the hell was it for?
If we patch it all together and never go to bed
Improvise beyond belief and look at the phone in dread
With eastern our edge router and the old bay as our core
You'd not expect it'd anything but go and fucking die
At night we'd pull the bottle down to dull the throbbing in our heads
We sat alone at our desks and prayed that it would end.
A room of failing hosts with ranks of dropping T's
We dreamed that the old IPSO could be tossed into the sea.
There's a sound that comes from miles away, if your pager's on to hear
A beeping comes from your hip when you're at the bar for beer
And up above that means another angel's got his wings
But all below it signifies is a line's gone on the blink.
"Oh, experience is cheap
If that's the company you keep
And I'll never get that disease
'Cause I've had it" --- Aimee Mann "I've Had It"
I really should be drinking vodka to do this. This is another filk that had it's genesis quite a while ago. The line "for the next two years" came up in a post quite a while ago and I'd always intended to see if I could do the whole song. There are a lot of inside jokes in this one. It spans a bit of time and ends back when all I knew about
saltypony was that her hair caught my eye every time I walked through the room."Drunken Route" to the Pogues "Drunken Boat"
The chance was in a ugly office on the other side of town
Another year of net admin was getting my spirits down
A new adventure is what I need, not to be a corporate drone
With me head inside a case and me ear screwed to the phone
Honey pack me bags because I'm off to Boston town
Don't ask me when I'll be back, cause the lines have all gone down.
I'll ping your address from The Cage before I hit the head
I'll send you email in packets so you'll know that I'm not dead.
By this time in a week it will have doubled once again
With no more staff or hardware, just twice the strain
From Bangor to Waltham from Standish to Cambridge
We'll see basements and closets and a lot of spilled milk
Had to drag the equipment to the 3rd floor from the car
With an hour 'til the window we got drunken at the bar
We pissed off half of Mass with a couple hundred frames
And we dallied in The Market as we stoked ourselves again
Chorus
Now the only net I'd want to run
Are the three machines at home with me
And the only IP I want to route
Is the ten dot ones
Where a kid sits full of geekiness
Lets his code go running on
Until it reaches dawn
We worked through installations and were routed to dev null
I crumpled under endless hours and finally hit the door
I spent the next two years or more just staring at the wall
We did IP to rule the world, what the hell was it for?
If we patch it all together and never go to bed
Improvise beyond belief and look at the phone in dread
With eastern our edge router and the old bay as our core
You'd not expect it'd anything but go and fucking die
At night we'd pull the bottle down to dull the throbbing in our heads
We sat alone at our desks and prayed that it would end.
A room of failing hosts with ranks of dropping T's
We dreamed that the old IPSO could be tossed into the sea.
There's a sound that comes from miles away, if your pager's on to hear
A beeping comes from your hip when you're at the bar for beer
And up above that means another angel's got his wings
But all below it signifies is a line's gone on the blink.