Poem Entitled "Abort, Retry, Ignore"
 

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 spreadsheets:
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".

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".

The technical oxymoron of our times.:sbiggrin:

Nice poem !

I used to know a moron that sniffed acetylene... :tongue:

I bet he lit his farts too!
Actually i think the biggest technical oxymoron is to have to push start to shut down.

Check your email for a moron pix... :tongue:

Once upon a midnight dreary,
while I **** surfed weak and weary,
over many a strange and curious volume of "hot xxx galore".
While I clicked my fav'rite bookmark,
suddenly there came a warning,

and my heart was filled with mourning,
mourning for my dear amour, "
'Tis not possible!", I muttered, "give me back my free hardcore!"...
quoth the server, 404.

Some guy from Computerforums...

hmmmmmmm, I do believeth that yon wombat
has seriously lost his head.:tongue: