Saturday 16 June, 2007

Haiku Error Messages

Three things are certain:


Death, taxes, and lost data.


Guess which has occurred.


Everything is gone;


Your life's work has been destroyed.



Squeeze trigger (yes/no)?


Windows NT crashed.


I am the Blue Screen of Death.


No one hears your screams.


 


Seeing my great fault


Through darkening blue windows


I begin again


 


The code was willing,


It considered your request,


But the chips were weak.


 


Printer not ready.


Could be a fatal error.


Have a pen handy?


 


A file that big?


It might be very useful.


But now it is gone.


Errors have occurred.


We won't tell you where or why.


Lazy programmers.


 


Server's poor response


Not quick enough for browser.


Timed out, plum blossom.


 


Chaos reigns within.


Reflect, repent, and reboot.


Order shall return.


 


Login incorrect.


Only perfect spellers may


enter this system.


This site has been moved.


We'd tell you where, but then we'd



have to delete you.


Wind catches lily


Scatt'ring petals to the wind:


Segmentation fault


ABORTED effort:


Close all that you have.


You ask way too much.


First snow, then silence.


This thousand dollar screen dies


so beautifully.


With searching comes loss


and the presence of absence:


"My Novel" not found.


 


The Tao that is seen


Is not the true Tao, until


You bring fresh toner.


 


The Web site you seek


cannot be located but


endless others exist


 


Stay the patient course


Of little worth is your ire


The network is down


A crash reduces


your expensive computer


to a simple stone.


There is a chasm


of carbon and silicon


the software can't bridge


Yesterday it worked


Today it is not working


Windows is like that


 


To have no errors


Would be life without meaning


No struggle, no joy


 


You step in the stream,


but the water has moved on.


This page is not here.


 


No keyboard present


Hit F1 to continue


Zen engineering?


 


Hal, open the file


Hal, open the damn file, Hal


open the, please Hal


 


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.


The ten thousand things


How long do any persist?


Netscape, too, has gone.


 


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.

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