Adminspotting

...BREAKING NEWS...BREAKING NEWS...

Interest as of 20th October 2014:

43 interested parties

82 potential shirt orders

Due to popular demand, I have decided that I will consider another print run of Adminspotting T-Shirts.

If you are interested in purchasing T-Shirts, please email shirt@adminspotting.org to let me know. Please quote quantity, prefered colour (light grey or black) and size desired to help with my planning.

I will concentrate on sourcing black shirts, but if there's sufficient interest, I will enquire about light grey.

It seems enough people want shirts, but I still have to sort out a supplier whose quality with which I am happy, and I think I would need to look at an initial order of 150-200 shirts to get the best price. I'll keep the top of this page updated with the number of expressions of interest and potential T-shirt orders.

In the beginning...

In January 1997, while working as a Systems Administrator for the University of Wales, Aberystwyth, I came up with the idea of doing a spoof of the monologue from the start of the film Trainspotting, with the words changed to have a BOFHish theme.

Knowing this, Bethany, my then grillfiend, bought me a copy of the Trainspotting poster, and so on 28th January 1997, Adminspotting was born.

Post and be damned

Newsgroups: alt.sysadmin.recovery
Subject: ADMINSPOTTING
Message-ID: <5cl3le$q24@infoserv.aber.ac.uk>
From: gkb@aber.ac.uk (Gary Barnes)
Date: 28 Jan 1997 14:49:18 -0000
Organization: Ripoffs R Us
X-No-Archive: Yes

Choose no life. Choose sysadminning. Choose no career.        *****
Choose no family. Choose a fucking big computer, choose hard  *   *
disks the size of washing machines, old cars, CD ROM writers  * A *
and electrical coffee makers. Choose no sleep, high caffeine  * D *
and mental insurance. Choose fixed interest car loans. Choose * M *
a rented shoebox. Choose no friends. Choose black jeans and   * I *
matching combat boots. Choose a swivel chair for your office  * N *
in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose NNTP and wondering why  * S *
the fuck you're logged on on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting * P *
in that chair looking at mind-numbing, spirit-crushing web    * O *
sites, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose     * T *
rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last on some  * T *
miserable newsgroup, nothing more than an embarrassment to    * I *
the selfish, fucked up lusers Gates spawned to replace the    * N *
computer-literate.                                            * G *
Choose your future.                                           *   *
Choose sysadmining[1].                                        *****

Gaz
[1] It might fuck you up a little less than heroin[2].
[2] ObFootnote.
-- 
 /\./\   gkb@aber.ac.uk (Gary "Wolf" Barnes)
( - - ) "Do not ask any lady to take wine, until you  
 \ " /   see she has finished her fish or soup."
  ~~~                - Hints on Etiquette and the Usages of Society  

BTDTGTTS

Within a couple of weeks Jonathan H N Chin, with help from peeps on the ASRLon mailing list, improved the wording somewhat, mainly by removing my admining/sysadminning clumsiness, and offered it as a T-shirt design.

Choose no life. Choose no career. Choose no family. Choose a
fucking big computer, choose disk arrays the size of washing machines, modem
racks, CD-ROM writers and electrical coffee makers. Choose no sleep, high
caffeine and mental insurance. Choose no friends. Choose black jeans and
matching combat boots. Choose chairs for your office in a range of fucking
fabrics. Choose SMTP and wondering why the fuck you are logged on on a
Sunday morning. Choose sitting in that swivel chair looking at mind-numbing,
spirit-crushing web sites, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all. pishing your last in some
miserable newsgroup, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish,
fucked up lusers Gates spawned to replace the computer-literate. Choose your
future. Choose to sysadmin.

More jpegs are available, or there are better quality PNG files, or the original Postscript source (Change "false" to "true" to get black-background version.

The T-shirt proved a major success, becoming the must-have item of clothing for the Busy BOFH. The spoof was redistributed widely, even at one point appearing in a sanitised version (whoever wrote that really missed the fucking point).

Updated: 15th October 2014 gkb@adminspotting.org