November 2nd, 2002

Distracted Bunny

A poem for computer users over 50

A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note.
A window was something you hated to clean,
And ram was the father of a goat.

Meg was the name of my girlfriend,
And gig was a job for the nights.
Now they all mean different things,
And that really mega bytes.

An application was for employment;
A program was a TV show;
A cursor used profanity;
A keyboard was a piano.

Memory was something that you lost with age.
A CD was a bank account.
And if you had a 3-in. Floppy,
You hoped nobody found out.

Compress was something you did to the garbage,
Not something you did to a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public,
You'd be in jail for a while.

Log on was adding wood to the fire.
Hard drive was a long trip on the road.
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived,
And a backup happened to your commode.

Cut you did with a pocket knife;
Paste you did with glue.
A web was a spider's home,
And a virus was the flu.

I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper,
And the memory in my head.
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash,
But when it happens they wish they were dead.
Distracted Bunny

Hmmm....

I want to do somethign tonight, but a) I don't know what. b) I have no money and c) don't quite know who to do it with.

Maybe a nap then..heh
Distracted Bunny

(no subject)

The now dead man dreamed a dream of a thousand dreams. In these dreams there was a dream of a thousand worlds. And within those thousand worlds the now dead man saw a million lives. All million lives in each of the thousand worlds in each of those thousand dreams of the dream of the now dead man scremed out a wonderous word in conjunction with the million lives of the daydream the now dead man was not having. This wonderous word screamed back through the thousand worlds and through the thousand dreams all within the dream of the now dead man and then came flying out of the now dead mans lips. But the now dead man discovered that he no longer had lips. Being now dead caused him to be voiceless. It was at this point that he realised that the million lives in each of the thousand worlds in the thousand dreams in the now dead mans dream were voiceless as well. So the now dead man added his voiceless scream of the wonderous word into the nothingness of the daydream that the now dead man is not having which gives the now dead man existance.