>>Imagine if, instead of incomprehensible geeky text strings, your
>>computer produced error messages in Haiku . . .
>>
>>* * * * *
>>
>>First snow, then silence.
>>This thousand dollar screen dies
>>so beautifully.
>>
>>* * * * *
>>
>>With searching comes loss
>>and the presence of absence:
>>"My Novel" not found.
>>
>>* * * * *
>>
>>A file that big?
>>It might be very useful.
>>But now it is gone.
>>
>>* * * * *
>>
>>The Web site you seek
>>cannot be located.
>>But endless others exist.
>>
>>* * * * *
>>
>>Chaos reigns within.
>>Reflect, repent, and reboot.
>>Order shall return.
>>
>>* * * * *
>>
>>Aborted effort.
>>Close all that you have.
>>You ask far too much.
>>
>>* * * * *
>>
>>The Tao that is seen
>>Is not the true Tao, until
>>You bring fresh toner.
>>
>>* * * * *
>>
>>Windows NT crashed.
>>I am the Blue Screen of Death.
>>No one hears your screams.
>>
>>* * * * *
>>
>>Stay the patient course.
>>Of little worth is your ire:
>>The network is down.
>>
>>* * * * *
>>
>>A crash reduces
>>your expensive computer
>>to a simple stone.
>>
>>* * * * *
>>
>>Yesterday it worked.
>>Today it is not working.
>>Windows is like that.
>>
>>* * * * *
>>
>>Three things are certain:
>>Death, taxes, and lost data.
>>Guess which has occurred.
>>
>>* * * * *
>>
>>You step in the stream,
>>but the water has moved on.
>>This page is not here.
>>
>>* * * * *
>>
>>Out of memory.
>>We wish to hold the whole sky,
>>But we never will.
>>
>>* * * * *
>>
>>Having been erased,
>>The document you're seeking
>>Must now be retyped.
>>
>>* * * * *
>>
>>Rather than a beep
>>Or a rude error message,
>>These words: "File not found."
>>
>>* * * * *
>>
>>Serious error.
>>All shortcuts have disappeared.
>>Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
>>
>>* * * * *