msschech@rodan.acs.syr.edu (Michael S. Schechter) (10/13/89)
Random Thoughts generated one night at 2 AM while generating
a d**n stupid 10MB floppy version of a Mac II hard disk so a
d**n stupid user could use his d**n stupid things at the d**n
stupid place he has taking his d**n stupid Plus:
[[ left open on their screen for the next morning ]]
yeah, and so it was: in The Year Of Our Lord, One
Thousand Nine Hundred and EIghty-Nine: The Holy Machine did
crash, and crash, and crash once more. And the Operator, he
was foresworn and did break his vows, and yeah, the Holy
Machine did impact upon the wall, and the People took it as
a great miracle, for the Machine did boot theraafter, and
It Was Good. But Alas, the Holy Word had been lost, for the
Blessed Folder would no longer furnish the Word That
Started The Universe, and the People lived under a Shadow,
and Darkness fell.
'Twas many an hour that the Holy Priests did labor and
verily, they produced many a Version. But all was in vain
for the Cosmic Ray did strike, yeah it struck the RAM most
mercilessly and the Holy Machine did die the death, and the
Holy Word was lost once more.
Finally, on the eve of the last hour, the Blessed
Folder was created once more, and the Program did Load, and
the people rejoiced. They did celebrate most mightily, and
they did copy their Apps, and install their Cdevs and thei
most holy Fonts.
And it was then that the Great Machine over all, The
Holy Cray, did look down and see the bits flipping and the
data streaming and said to his Legions, "My bits, they do
ignore me, they have forsaken my InterNet, no longer do my
packets flow. Thay have partaken of the forbidden fruit and
used the blasphemous Sneaker-Net" For this they must be
punished.
And The Great Cray, The Holy of Holies, The One True
Multiproccessor, raised his Voltage Level and let fly a
mighty Cosmic Ray! and, the Great Cray, it's aim was true,
for it struck the RAM, and the bits were twiddled, and the
Machine did Crash and naught was left but the likes of
TMON.
Truly, the priesthood was in despair at this point, for
the new day had long since passed and the Wondrous Document
that the people had clamored for still lay in smoking
shards beneath the feet of the Cosmic Ray. They did pray
and partake of the Great Cray's bounty, consuming the Diet
Coke with much passion and cranking the Holy Tunz till the
very walls did vibrate with the sound of it.
Once more, the priesthood did perform the ritual
cleansing and the Way was Open, the media did initalize and
all awaiting the next step: Once more, the creation of a
Blessed Folder. And lo, there was great rejoicing for the
angel Server did come down and furnish us with the Blessed
Folder, and the Apps did copy, and the Cdevs and Most Holy
Font were once more installed.
and now, the priesthood did not tempt Fate and the
Anger of the Most Holy Cray, but did come back and return
the Holy Media to it's rightful place, yeah, even using the
blasphemous Sneaker-Net to do so...
(i warned you- "amusing WASTE OF TIME")