A little ditty about "Mac and Cyan" . . . my eulogy to a fallen computer (WC entry) |
Prompt: Write a eulogy for a fried computer. She was brain-dead when I found her, There was nothing I could do. The Kernal had re-booted her, with a screen of error-onious blue. With private MacIntosh by my side, I went ahead and pulled the cord. It was quick and painless when she died. Again, she could not be restored. She had a LISP and an under-byte, and her Baud was a bit floppy from nybbling cookies, spam and sprite; but overall, I'd give her a "c". March-made, she wasn't much of a RAM. More of a Cancer, my little PET. No matter how she'd file or cram, Her memory would fail and she'd forget. Oh, we chatted and browsed shops online but BASIC Smalltalk is all I Hurd. Would've been Beta, were she a MIME -- using an ARM instead of Word. Though not the Apple of my eye, she would never Run from RISC. Not to say she didn't freeze nor fry, nor never defiled a disk . . . But she was a Fire-wire, sometimes a GEM -- Gulping down Java with me all hours of night. She could certainly be a real SPARC in the DIMM, and now she's left us without any right. I wish her well through the great Gateway. May she Flash Forth from this earthly platform to where it no longer hertz to play, emulate, render, partition, perform. She's URN-ed my sympathy, I-F not adoration, So I'll recycle her non-workings with care. Private MacIntosh will take her place -- on probation; Standing by are pen and paper ... infallible hardware. |