This and That

In Japan, they have replaced the impersonal and unhelpful Microsoft error messages with Haiku poetry messages. Haiku poetry has strict construction rules - each poem has only 17 syllables; 5 syllables in the first, 7 in the second, 5 in the third. (Blog Ho is a Haiku-whiz!) They are used to communicate a timeless message, often achieving a wistful, yearning and powerful insight through extreme brevity.

Here are some error messages from Japan:

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The Web site you seek
Cannot be located, but
Countless more exist.
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Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.
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Program aborting:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.
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Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death
No one hears your screams.
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Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.
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Your file was so big.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
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A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.
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Three things are certain:
Death, taxes and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
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You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.
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Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.
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Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.
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Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
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Isn't that better than "your computer has performed an illegal operation?"
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I cooked lasagna last night for my daughter, her boyfriend and Paul before we headed into the city for the Wayne Brady performance. Paul showed up with a huge bucket full of flowers he'd picked at a nursery he'd visited the day before. I handed him all the vases I own and, while I washed the dishes, had him divide the flowers into bunches and stick them into vases. I have flowers all over the house now. It's just amazing!

The Wayne Brady show was great. It was all improvisation and very similar to the format of the television show, "Whose Line is it Anyway?" It's incredible how fast that man can think on his feet! And what a singer…and impressionist! He's just an awesome talent.

Double-dating with my 17-year-old daughter was actually kind of fun. It was awkward at the end of the night, when neither of us wanted to kiss our dates goodnight in front of each other! (We quickly claimed different areas - house/driveway - for a modicum of kissy-face privacy!)

Now…it's back to the grind. I HATE MONDAYS!