Wed, 08 Apr 1998 15:40:54 -0500 (EST)

This is my first official post to FoRK since I sent out my subscription posting
about one month ago... anyhow, the message below bounced into my in-box this
a.m. and I found it sufficiently clever and funny to share with others. Hope
this hasn't been posted to FoRK before.... if so, forgive me!

Janie (aka Information Diva, Janest, Sara Bellum)
"Come, and take choice of all my library, / and so beguile thy sorrow."
-- Titus Andronicus [IV.i.34]

Forwarded Message:

>First snow, then silence.
>This thousand dollar screen dies
>so beautifully.
>With searching comes loss
>and the presence of absence:
>"My Novel" not found.
>The Tao that is seen
>Is not the true Tao, until
>You bring fresh toner.
>Chaos reigns within.
>Reflect, repent, and reboot.
>Order shall return.
>Three things are certain:
>Death, taxes, and lost data.
>Guess which has occurred.
>A file that big?
>It might be very useful.
>But now it is gone.
>Windows NT crashed.
>I am the Blue Screen of Death.
>No one hears your screams.
>Errors have occurred.
>We won't tell you where or why.
>Lazy programmers.
>Seeing my great fault
>Through darkening blue windows
>I begin again
>The code was willing,
>It considered your request,
>But the chips were weak.
>Printer not ready.
>Could be a fatal error.
>Have a pen handy?
>Server's poor response
>Not quick enough for browser.
>Timed out, plum blossom.
>Login incorrect.
>Only perfect spellers may
>enter this system.
>This site has been moved.
>We'd tell you where, but then we'd
>have to delete you.
>wind catches lily
>scatt'ring petals to the wind:
>segmentation fault
>ABORTED effort:
>Close all that you have.
>You ask way too much.
>The Web site you seek
>cannot be located but
>endless others exist
>Stay the patient course
>Of little worth is your ire
>The network is down
>A crash reduces
>your expensive computer
>to a simple stone.
>There is a chasm
>of carbon and silicon
>the software can't bridge
>Yesterday it worked
>Today it is not working
>Windows is like that
>To have no errors
>Would be life without meaning
>No struggle, no joy
>You step in the stream,
>but the water has moved on.
>This page is not here.
>No keyboard present
>Hit F1 to continue
>Zen engineering?
>Hal, open the file
>Hal, open the damn file, Hal
>open the, please Hal
>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,
>The ten thousand things
>How long do any persist?
>Netscape, too, has gone.
>Rather than a beep
>Or a rude error message,
>These words: "File not found."
>Serious error.
>All shortcuts have disappeared
>Screen. Mind. Both are blank.