Date: Fri, 17 Dec 1999 23:42:27 -0500
Reply-To: "Jason M. Yasment" <vanagon@NYCAP.RR.COM>
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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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