Rax
08-17-2004, 08:34 PM
Just imagine if they replaced all the unhelpful microsoft error messages with Japanese Haiku* poems.
*(Haikus have three lines and seventeen syllables: first line is five syllables, second line is seven, third is five)
The website you seek
Cannot be located but
Countless more exist
Your file was so big
It might be very useful
But now it is gone
Chaos reigns within
Reflect, repent and reboot
Order shall return
Program aborting
Close all that you have worked on
You ask far too much
Windows NT crashed
I am the Blue Screen of Death
No-one hears your screams
Yesterday it worked
Today it is not working
Windows is like that
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
Stay the patient course
Of little worth is your ire
The network is down
A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone
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.
*(Haikus have three lines and seventeen syllables: first line is five syllables, second line is seven, third is five)
The website you seek
Cannot be located but
Countless more exist
Your file was so big
It might be very useful
But now it is gone
Chaos reigns within
Reflect, repent and reboot
Order shall return
Program aborting
Close all that you have worked on
You ask far too much
Windows NT crashed
I am the Blue Screen of Death
No-one hears your screams
Yesterday it worked
Today it is not working
Windows is like that
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
Stay the patient course
Of little worth is your ire
The network is down
A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone
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.