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Mom sent this to me:

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 bed sheets, still I sat there doing
Having reached the bottom line I took a floppy from the drawer,
I then invoked the SAVE command and waited for the disk to store,
Only this and nothing more.

Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring, fearing,
Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more.
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token.
"Save!" I said, "You cursed *?@$! Save my data from before!"
One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more,
Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

Was this some occult illusion, some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before.
Carefully I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises.
The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more.
Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more,
From "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

With fingers pale and trembling, slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee, timidly, I pressed a key.
But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as before.
Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore,
Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

I tried to catch the chips off guard, and pressed again, but twice as
I pleaded with the cursed machine: I begged and cried and then I swore.
Now in mighty desperation, trying random combinations,
Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before.
Cursor blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before.
Reading, "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 a dreadful sight: a lightning bolt cut through the
A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my very core.
The lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore.
Not even, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

To this day I do not know the place to which lost data go.
What demonic nether world us wrought where lost data will be stored,
Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black holes?
But sure as there's C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more,
You will be one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian shore,
Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
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From: ex_ravidwolf599 Date: July 31st, 2002 02:39 pm (UTC) (Link)
LoL, cute.. I'm sure my parents will get a chuckle out of this.. hehe, they love this typa stuff.. *runs off with the poem*

Meh.. guess that makes me a nerd too.. lol!
From: (Anonymous) Date: August 1st, 2002 01:04 am (UTC) (Link)
*reminiscing on the days of DOS* I was not good with it, no. This poem strikes a chord, yes. I'll save it, of course. Thanks for posting it. Hmmm, I'm talking weird. I need more sleep, yes.

thornwolf From: thornwolf Date: August 1st, 2002 08:49 am (UTC) (Link)
lol! youre talking like tavis! tavis has an odd habit of talking like yoda, in the sense that he talks backwards. I say , why didnt you answer your cell phone? he goes
"it was downstairs, my phone" he doesnt know hes doing it so i make fun of him all the time and say
"in grave danger, you are, mmyes!"
From: (Anonymous) Date: August 1st, 2002 05:30 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's scary. I do it in RL, too. It only gets really bad when I'm tired though.

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