The UT is down.
The eternal nothingness
of being online.
>I do not claim authorship of the following haikus. Enjoy!
>
>
>
>If computer error messages were haikus:
>
>First snow, then silence.
>This thousand dollar screen dies
>so beautifully.
>
>With searching comes loss
>and the presence of absence:
>"My Novel" not found.
>
>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.
>
>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?
>
>This site has been moved.
>We'd tell you where, but then we'd
>have to delete you.
>
>ABORTED effort:
>Close all that you have.
>You ask way too much.
>
>The Web site you seek
>cannot be located but
>endless others exist.
>
>A crash reduces
>your expensive computer
>to a simple stone.
>
>Yesterday it worked.
>Today it is not working.
>Windows is like that.
>
>Having been erased,
>the document you're seeking
>must now be retyped.
>
>Serious error.
>All shortcuts have disappeared.
>Screen. Mind. Both are blank
Rick Borup, MCSD
recursion (rE-kur'-shun) n.
see recursion.