| Iden Rogers sent the following:
In Japan, Sony Vaio machines have replaced the impersonal and unhelpful
Microsoft error messages with their own Japanese haiku
poetry. Each only 17 syllables. Ingenious! Here they are:
Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.
A file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
The Web site you seek
Can not be located but
Countless more exist.
Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.
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.
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.
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Iden Rogers sent the following:
In Japan, Sony Vaio machines have replaced the impersonal and
unhelpful
Microsoft error messages with their own Japanese haiku
poetry.
Each only 17 syllables. Ingenious! Here they are:
Windows NT
crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your
screams.
A file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is
gone.
The Web site you seek
Can not be located but
Countless more
exist.
Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order
shall return.
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.
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.
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