Haiku

WILKINS@hws.edu
Wed, 08 Apr 1998 15:40:54 -0500 (EST)


Hello,
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)
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"Come, and take choice of all my library, / and so beguile thy sorrow."
-- Titus Andronicus [IV.i.34]
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Forwarded Message:

>IF THEY WROTE ERROR MESSAGES IN HAIKU
>
>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.