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.
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 are seeking
Must now be retyped.
Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
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Stay the patient course
Of little worth is your ire
The network is down
Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.
Rather than a beep
Or a rude error message,
These words: “File not found.”
The Web site you seek
Cannot be located but
Endless others exist
ABORTED effort:
Close all that you
have.
You ask way too much.
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.
Error
messages
Cannot completely convey.
We now know shared loss.
Everything is gone;
Your life’s work has been destroyed.
Squeeze trigger (yes/no)?
I’m sorry, there’s — um –
insufficient — what’s-it-called?
The term eludes me …
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?
Errors have occurred.
We won’t tell you where or why.
Lazy programmers.
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.
There is a chasm
Of carbon and silicon
The software can’t bridge
To have no
errors
Would be life without meaning
No struggle, no joy
No keyboard present
Hit F1 to continue
Zen engineering?
Hal, open the file
Hal, open the damn file, Hal
open the, please Hal
The ten thousand things
How long do any persist?
Netscape, too, has gone.
http://whatromneybelieves.blogspot.com/
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If you
paste this character and begin typing, your writing is transformed to
right-to-left format.
-D
How to tell if your ass is too small (G-rated!).
Also:
http://www.slightlywarped.com/crapfactory/amazingimages/icewave.htm