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Peter Altschul <[log in to unmask]>
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Peter Altschul <[log in to unmask]>
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Tue, 18 Feb 2003 15:44:03 -0500
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 > NEVERMORE: Poe Meets DOS
 >  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 had cut the night and shook me to my very core. I
 >  saw the screen collapse and die "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 lost data goes
 >  I bet it goes to heaven where the angels have it stored.
 >  But as for productivity, well
 >  I fear that it goes straight to hell
 >  And that's the tale I have to tell
 >  Your choice: Abort, Retry, Ignore.


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