Quantum Theorist Location: Vansterdam Member Since: 12th Dec 2002 Total posts: 564
Posted:I found this on HDC about a year ago. I thought it was funny:
Zen and the Art of Microsoft Maintenance
In Japan, they have replaced the impersonal and unhelpful Microsoft Error messages with Haiku poetry messages. Haiku poetry has strict construction rules. Each poem has only three lines, 17 syllables: five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, five in the last. Haikus are used to communicate a timeless message, often achieving a wistful, yearning and powerful insight through extreme brevity. This is the essence of Zen:
Your file was so big. It might be very useful. But now it is gone.
The Web site you seek Cannot be located, but Countless more exist.
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.
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.
Having been erased, The document you're seeking Must now be retyped.
Serious error. All shortcuts have disappeared. Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
In the 60's people took acid to make the world weird, now the world is weird and they take prozac to make it normal again.
Rozi 100 characters max... Location: Sydney, NSW, Australia Member Since: 11th Jan 2002 Total posts: 2996
Posted:implore not this screen your words bring more loneliness program responds not
your once friendly mouse talks less with your computer for it shuns commands
abrupt is the end and unforeseen the closing lost words bring grieving
It was a day for screaming at inanimate objects.
What this calls for is a special mix of psychology and extreme violence...