Inspired by a post from Crysanthemum, I offer these haiku, which I once received in an e-mail and dug up again for your pleasure:
A file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
Aborted effort:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask way too much.
Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.
Printer not ready.
Could be a fatal error.
Have a pen handy?
First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies
So beautifully.
Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
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.
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.
And here's my personal favorite:
Windows NT crashed.
I am the blue screen of death.
No one hears your screams.
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This is some good stuff... I have definitely experienced most of those!
I feel so cultured with all of this poetry.
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