Ode to A System Recovery
The quiver and whimpering beeps
A Dell into the deeps
To war I roll, to war against OS
And the betrayal of self-slaughter.
Alchemical Actions:
Arise! Ancient Plastic!
Arise Windows 95!
Arise and speak to the Zeus
From whose brow you sprang
Arise from the dead and save the
Younger, prettier laptop sister!
Fly, fly to the Subcontinent!
Hear Us, O Hindi Mistress!
Download Drivers, Upwell
in Imitation of the Tiger!
Curse and Delete Corruption to
the Circuitous Flames of Perdition!
Hindi mistress incants, I scribe her chants,
Exact, ignorant but faithful,
And Sister blinks
And awakest from blackest doom
to recross the Sytx
by c prompt backslash tricks
Last service is thanked, Old Ghost
You are useless again,
Toxic waste anon.
Now ever to sleep.
The quiver and whimpering beeps
A Dell into the deeps
posted by JAB at 11:39 AM
2 Comments:
You didn't!
"This poem has been altered to fit into this screen, cut to run in the time allowed, and edited for content."
Old computer was merely a vehicle for chat support.
The laptop is working for the moment, unless Windows updates itself again contrary to instructions, which seems to have lead to half dozen catastrophic failures in the last two weeks.
Let me suggest that this is a piss-poor piece of consumer engineering. If the Gates Foundation wasn't giving away many billions (now doubled with Buffet's 37 Bil) to help people with nothing, I would be upset.
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