spybotsandra
2008-02-21, 10:54
In Japan, they have replaced the impersonal Microsoft error messages with
Haiku poetry messages.
Haiku poetry has strict construction rules. Each poem has only three
lines, 17 syllables: five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, five in
the third.
Haiku is used to communicate a timeless message often achieving a wi****l,
yearning and powerful insight through extreme brevity - the essence of
Zen:
Your file was so big.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
The Website 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.
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.
Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.
Serious error.
All documents have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
Haiku poetry messages.
Haiku poetry has strict construction rules. Each poem has only three
lines, 17 syllables: five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, five in
the third.
Haiku is used to communicate a timeless message often achieving a wi****l,
yearning and powerful insight through extreme brevity - the essence of
Zen:
Your file was so big.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
The Website 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.
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.
Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.
Serious error.
All documents have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.