In Japan, Sony Vaio machines have replaced the impersonal and unhelpful
Microsoft error messages with their own Japanese haiku poetry.
Windows
NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your
screams.
A file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is
gone.
The Web site you seek
Can not be located but
Countless
more exist.
Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and
reboot.
Order shall return.
ABORTED effort:
Close all that you
have worked on.
You ask way too much.
Yesterday it worked.
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.
[Mother Shiptons Prophecy] [Poetry]
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