A better Wednesday

Mutterings continued.

Just back from dins with TUS. I had a Betty Burger with relish, which I ate with gusto (gusto supplied free).

I realised the other day that I am starting to sound more like my mother every day (not a bad thing). Yesterday I had a rant at workmates about Colin Farrell and Christine Aquai'mnotevengoingtobothertotrytospellhername and how they both need a damn good wash.

Microsoft Haiku (bless you!):

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 crash'd.

I am the Blue Screen of Death.

No-one hears your screams.

Yesterday it work'd.

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.