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Imagine if instead of cryptic, geeky text strings, your computer produced error
messages in haiku...they would read like these: A file that big? It might be very useful. But now it is gone. The Web site you seek cannot be located but endless others exist Chaos reigns within. Reflect, repent, and reboot. Order shall return. ABORTED effort: Close all that you have. You ask far too much. First snow, then silence. This thousand dollar screen dies so beautifully. With searching comes loss and the presence of absence: "My Novel" not found. Windows NT crashed. I am the Blue Screen of Death. No one hears your screams. Stay the patient course Of little worth is your ire The network is down Yesterday it worked Today it is not working Windows is like that Three things are certain: Death, taxes, and lost data. Guess which has occurred. You step in the stream, but the water has moved on. This page is not here. Out of memory. We wish to hold the whole sky, But we never will. Having been erased, The document you're seeking Must now be retyped. Serious error. All shortcuts have disappeared. Screen. Mind. Both are blank. A crash reduces your expensive computer to a simple stone. Al DermodyPMAco975seSandyBv gotcha |
To: Doug Wed, 28 Oct
1998 01:29:13 From: BobC
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