RE: For John Carr's Long Grey Line

["jt" <jt@xxxxxx>]

Portal,

 

(I didn't know that was your name, either...:-)

 

Perfection...!  You honor John, highly, with this poem...:-)

 

I worked with John briefly, and perhaps will work with him again someday.  I'm sure he'll appreciate this as much as I do.  I almost put the "High Importance" on this reply, but after I gave Mr. David Breischer such a hard time about doing just that, thought better of it...ROFL   (Now this is funny... I guess I still have my work cut out with me, regarding Mr. Br...;-)

 

This has to be the one good exception to the rule about HTML e-mail...!  I'm real glad I checked M-L, before going offline for a while...:-)

 

Thank you kindly,

 

Jt

-----Original Message-----
From: owner-midrange-l@midrange.com [mailto:owner-midrange-l@midrange.com]On Behalf Of Portal39@aol.com
Sent: Tuesday, July 17, 2001 9:01 AM
To: MIDRANGE-L@midrange.com
Subject: For John Carr's Long Grey Line

A POEM FORCOMPUTER USERS OVER 40

    A computer was something on TV
    From a science fiction show of note
    A window was something you hated to clean
    And ram was the father of a goat.

    Meg was the name of my girlfriend
    And gig was a job for the nights
    Now they all mean different things
    And that really mega bytes.

    An application was for employment
    A program was a TV show
    A cursor used profanity
    A keyboard was a piano.
    Memory was something that you lost with age
    A CD was a bank account
    And if you had a 3-in. floppy
    You hoped nobody found out.
    Compress was something you did to the garbage
    Not something you did to a file
    And if you unzipped anything in public
    You'd be in jail for a while.

    Log on was adding wood to the fire
    Hard drive was a long trip on the road
    A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
    And a backup happened to your commode.

    Cut you did with a pocket knife
    Paste you did with glue
    A web was a spider's home
    And a virus was the flu.

    I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
    And the memory in my head.

    I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
    But when it happens they wish they were dead.