Hi All, a little cyber poem courtesy of PolyWogg Humor; Happy Holidays.
James "Jim" Prather
Michigan School for the Blind--1974
Central Michigan University--1980
Regular E-Mail
[log in to unmask]
MSN MESSENGER:
[log in to unmask]
YM:
[log in to unmask]
"Remember The Good Times On MSB Chat?"
----- Original Message -----
From: "PW Humour" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: December 24, 2002 06:46
Subject: T'was the Internet Night Before Christmas
: T'WAS THE INTERNET NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
:
: 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Net,
: There were hacker's a surfing. Nerds? Yeah, you bet.
: The e-mails were stacked by the modem with care,
: In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
:
: The newbies were nestled all snug by their screens,
: While visions of Java danced in their dreams.
: My wife on the sofa and me with a snack,
: We just settled down at my rig (it's a Mac).
:
: When out in the Web there arose such a clatter,
: I jumped to the site to see what was the matter.
: To a new page my Mac flew like a flash,
: Then made a slight gurgle. It started to crash!!
:
: I gasped at the thought and started to grouse,
: Then turned my head sideways and clicked on my mouse.
: When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
: My Mac jumped to a page that wasn't quite clear.
:
: When the image resolved, so bright and so quick,
: I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick!
: More rapid than mainframes, more graphics they came,
: Then Nick glanced toward my screen, my Mac called them by name;
:
: "Now Compaq! Now Acer!", my speaker did reel;
: "On Apple! On Gateway!" Santa started to squeal!
: "Jump onto the circuits! And into the chip!
: Now speed it up! Speed it up! Make this thing hip!"
:
: The screen gave a flicker, he was into my "Ram",
: Then into my room rose a full hologram!
: He was dressed in all red, from his head to his shoes,
: Which were black (the white socks he really should lose).
:
: He pulled out some discs he had stored in his backpack.
: Santa looked like a dude who was rarin' to hack!
: His eyes, how they twinkled! His glasses, how techno!
: This ain't the same Santa that I used to know!
:
: With a wink of his eye and a nod of his head,
: Santa soon let me know I had nothing to dread.
: He spoke not a word, gave my Mac a quick poke,
: And accessed my C drive with only a stroke.
:
: He defragged my hard drive, and added a "Dimm",
: Then threw in some cool games, just on a whim!
: He worked without noise, his fingers they flew!
: He distorted some pictures with Kai's Power Goo!
:
: He updated Office, Excel and Quicken,
: Then added a screensaver with a red clucking chicken!
: My eyes widened a bit, my mouth stood agape,
: As he added the latest version of Netscape.
:
: The drive gave a whirl, as if it were pleased,
: St. Nick coyly smiled, the computer appeased.
: Then placing his finger on the bridge of his nose,
: Santa turned into nothing but ones and zeros!
:
: He flew back into my screen and through my uplink,
: Back into the net with barely a blink.
: But I heard his sweet voice as he flew from my sight,
: "Happy surfing to all, and to all a good byte!"
:
:
VICUG-L is the Visually Impaired Computer User Group List.
To join or leave the list, send a message to
[log in to unmask] In the body of the message, simply type
"subscribe vicug-l" or "unsubscribe vicug-l" without the quotations.
VICUG-L is archived on the World Wide Web at
http://maelstrom.stjohns.edu/archives/vicug-l.html
|