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Date:         Fri, 17 Dec 1999 23:42:27 -0500
Reply-To:     "Jason M. Yasment" <vanagon@NYCAP.RR.COM>
Sender:       Vanagon Mailing List <vanagon@gerry.vanagon.com>
From:         "Jason M. Yasment" <vanagon@NYCAP.RR.COM>
Subject:      Fw: Bye, Bye Next Digit of PI
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> > I couldn't resist forwarding this on. > > > > Millennium Pie > > (To the tune of American Pie, with apologies to Don McLean) > > > > A long, long time ago... I can still remember how > > Computers used to make me smile. > > And I knew if I had my chance, > > That I could make electrons dance, > > And maybe I'd be happy for a while. > > > > But January made me shiver, > > It chilled me deep down in my liver, > > Bad news I'd collected... > > I couldn't get connected. > > > > I can't remember back that day > > When I first knew the Y2K > > But something touched me anyway, > > The day computers died. > > > > So, ...Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi > > Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry > > And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies > > Saying this will be the day I retire > > this will be the day I retire > > > > Can you write in C plus plus ? > > And do you have faith in your local bus > > If the driver tells you so ? > > Do you believe in Compaq's goals > > Can software save your mortal soul > > And can you teach me how to type real slow ? > > > > Well I thought that you were prepared > > 'Cause your memo said you weren't impaired > > Your stationery's swell > > But you can go to hell > > > > I was a lonely teenage Unix hack > > With an incantation and a modem jack > > but I knew the cat had left the sack > > The day computers died > > > > I started singin'... > > Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi > > Ran my PC on some DC > > but the voltage was dry > > And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies > > Saying this will be the day I retire > > this will be the day I retire > > > > > > Now for 10 years we've ignored the threat > > And we haven't solved the problem yet > > But that's not how it used to be > > When the luddites read for the king and queen > > with a light they filled with kerosene > > And some manuals they stole from you and me > > > > And while Bill Gates was looking pleased > > Time stole his monopolies > > The courtroom was adjourned > > No verdict was returned > > > > While Apple tried a color scheme > > The engineers returned to steam > > And we had purges of their dreams > > The day computers died > > > > We were singin' Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi > > Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry > > And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies > > Saying this will be the day I retire > > this will be the day I retire > > > > Intel inside in an iron smelter > > The food leftover from my fallout shelter > > Twinkies old and aging fast > > I'd rather eat the grass > > Q and A tried for a system crash > > With the tester on the sidelines in a cast > > > > Now the timeshare net was running Doom > > While mainframes played a marching tune > > We all tried to log in > > Oh, but we never could begin ' > > > > Cause Cobol tried to take the field, > > And Holerith refused to yield. > > Do you recall what was revealed, > > > > The day computers died? > > > > We started singing Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi > > Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry > > And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies > > Saying this will be the day I retire > > this will be the day I retire > > > > There we were all in a state > > A generation- really late > > With no time left to start again > > So come on mouse be nimble, mouse be quick > > Don't let my spreadsheet data stick > > 'Cause data is the devil's only friend. > > > > As I watched him on my screen > > My hands and face were drenched in steam > > No angel born in hell > > Could run that stupid shell > > And as the ball climbed high into the night > > To call the sacrificial night > > I saw Dick Clark laughing with delight > > the day computers died. > > > > I met a girl with a cell phone > > And I asked her for a dial tone > > But she just smiled and turned away > > I went down to the software store > > Where I'd seen computers years before > > But the man there said the games there wouldn't play > > > > And in the streets the children screamed > > The lovers cried and the poets dreamed > > their interface was spoken > > The Internet was broken > > > > And the three things > > I connect to most The Website, Lan and the Network host > > Every single one was toast > > The day computers died > > > > They were singin' Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi > > Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry > > And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies > > Saying this will be the day I retire > > this will be the day I retire > > > > Copyright Scott McNulty. July 1999. > > > >


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