A poem...

John Konopak (jkonopak who-is-at ou.edu)
Wed, 18 Mar 1998 14:55:05 -0600 (CST)

Hola---froup. This fluttered in this morning from (I think) my mad vet who
has an eye for this sort of stuff. May he surf for ever more! Some may get
it more than one time, cuz you're on more than one of my lists. This one
deserves wide dissemination, imho.

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>From: Banderilla <Banderilla who-is-at aol.com>
>Date: Tue, 17 Mar 1998 21:33:21 EST
>Subject: A poem...
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>Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
>System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
>Longing for the warmth of bedsheets,
>Still I sat there, doing spredsheets:
>Having reached the bottom line,
>I took a floppy from the drawer.
>Typing with a steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE command
>But got instead a reprimand: it read "Abort, Retry, Ignore".
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>Was this some occult illusion? Some maniacal intrusion?
>These were choices Solomon himself had never faced before.
>Carefully, I weighed my options.
>These three seemed to be the top ones.
>Clearly, I must now adopt one -
>Choose : "Abort, Retry, Ignore".
>
>With my fingers pale and trembling,
>Slowly toward the keyboard bending,
>Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
>Praying for some guarantee
>Finally I pressed a key --
>But on the screen what did I see?
>Again: "Abort, Retry, Ignore".
>
>I tried to catch the chips off-guard --
>I pressed again, but twice as hard.
>Luck was just not in the cards,
>I saw what I had seen before.
>Now I typed in desperation,
>Trying random combinations.
>Still there came the incantation -
>Choose: "Abort, Retry, Ignore".
>
>There I sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted;
>Getting up, I turned away and paced across the office floor.
>And then I saw an awful sight,
>A bold and blinding flash of light,
>A lightning bolt that cut the night and shook me to my very core.
>The PC screen collapsed and died,
>"Oh no -- my database", I cried.
>I thought I heard a voice reply,
>"You'll see your data-- Nevermore!"
>
>To this day I do not know
>The place to which our data goes
>Perhaps it goes to Heaven where the angels have it stored.
>But as for productivity - well,
>I fear it has gone straight to Hell.
>And that's the tale I have to tell -
>Your choice: "Abort, Retry, Ignore".
>
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"Man may smile and smile but he is not an investigating animal.
He loves the obvious. He shrinks from explanations." --Jos. Conrad
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But what they don't know is what what they do does." -- M. Foucault
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