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A Compaq technician received a call from a man complaining that the system wouldn’t read word processing files from his old (5-1/4″) diskettes. After trouble-shooting for magnets and heat failed to diagnose the problem, it was found that the customer had labeled the diskettes, then rolled them into the typewriter to type the labels.

1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic.
2. Even the smallest mistakes are immediately committed to memory.
3. The native language used to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to anyone else.
4. The message, “bad command or file name,” is about as informative as, “If you don’t know what is wrong, then I’m not going to tell you.”
5. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.

If you type these in from the csh (c shell): in Unix you really do get these responses.

% make love
Make: Don’t know how to make love. Stop.

% got a light?
No match.

% sleep with me
bad character

% man: Why did you get a divorce?
man:: Too many arguments.

% make ‘heads or tails of all this’
Make: Don’t know how to make heads or tails of all this. Stop.

% make sense
Make: Don’t know how to make sense. Stop.

% make mistake
Make: Don’t know how to make mistake. Stop.

% make bottle.open
Make: Don’t know how to make bottle.open. Stop.

% ( –
( – : Command not found.

% make light
Make: Don’t know how to make light. Stop.

% date me
You are not superuser: date not set Thu Aug 25 15:52:30 PDT 2001

% man rear
No manual entry for rear.

% If I had a ) for every dollar Clinton spent, what would I have?
Too many )’s.

% * How would you describe Clinton
*: Ambiguous.

% %Vice – President
%Vice – President: No such job.

% ls Meese – Ethics
Meese – Ethics not found

% “How would you rate Clinton’s senility?
Unmatched “.

% [Where is Jimmy Hoffa?
Missing ]. |

% ^How did the^sex change operation go?
Modifier failed.

% who is my match?
No match.

% set i=”Democratic_Platform”;mkdir $i;chmod 000 $i;ls $i
Democratic_Platform unreadable

% awk “Polly, the ship is sinking”
awk: syntax error near line 1
awk: bailing out near line

% ‘thou shalt not commit adultery’
thou shalt not commit adultery: Command not found.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, & all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except Papa’s mouse.
The computer was humming, the icons were hopping,
As Papa did last-minute Internet shopping.

The stockings were hung by the modem with care
In hope that St. Nicholas would bring new software.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of computer games danced in their heads.

PageMaker for Billy, and Quicken for Dan,
And Carmen Sandiego for Pamela Ann.
The letters to Santa had been sent out by Mom,
To santaclaus@toyshop.northpole.com

Which has now been re-routed to Washington State
Because Santa’s workshop has been bought by Bill Gates.
All the elves and reindeer have had to skedaddle
To flashy new quarters in suburban Seattle.

After centuries of a life that was simple and spare,
St. Nicholas is suddenly a new billionaire,
With a shiny red Porsche in the place of his sleigh,
And a house on Lake Washington that’s just down the way

From where Bill has his mansion. The old fellow preens
In black Gucci boots and red Calvin Klein jeans.
The elves have stock options and desks with a view,
Where they write computer code for Johnny and Sue.

No more dolls or toy soldiers or little toy drums (ahem – pardon me)
No more dolls or tin soldiers or little toy drums
Will be under the tree, only compact disk ROMS
With the Microsoft label. So spin up your drive,
From now on Christmas runs only on Win95.

More rapid than eagles the competitors came,
And Bill whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.
“Now, ADOBE! now, CLARIS! now, INTUIT! too,
Now, APPLE! and NETSCAPE! you are all of you through,

It is Microsoft’s SANTA that the kids can’t resist,
It’s the ultimate software with a traditional twist -
Recommended by no less than the jolly old elf,
And on the package, a picture of Santa himself.

Get ‘em young, keep ‘em long, is Microsoft’s scheme,
And a merger with Santa is a marketer’s dream.
To the top of the NASDAQ! to the top of the Dow!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away – wow!”

And Mama in her ‘kerchief and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
The whir and the hum of our satellite platter.

As it turned toward that new Christmas star in the sky,
The SANTALITE owned by the Microsoft guy.
As I sprang from my bed and was turning around,
My computer turned on with a Jingle-Bells sound.

And there on the screen was a smiling Bill Gates
Next to jolly old Santa, two arm-in-arm mates.
And I heard them exclaim in voice so bright,
Have a MICROSOFT CHRISTMAS and to all a good night!

* A friend calls and says, “How are you? Your phones have been busy for a year!”
* You forgot how to work the TV remote control.
* You see something funny and scream, “LOL, LOL.”
* You meet the mailman at the curb and swear he said YOU’VE GOT MAIL.
* You sign off and your screen says you were on for 3 days and 45 minutes.
* You fall asleep, but instead of dreams you get IMs.
* You buy a laptop and a cell phone so you can have AOL in your car.
* Tech support calls YOU for help.
* You beg your friends to get an account so you can “hang out.”
* You get a second phone line just to call out for pizza.
* You purchase a vanity car license plate with your screen name on it.
* You say “he he he he” or “heh heh heh” instead of laughing.
* You say “SCROLL UP” when someone asks what it was you said.
* You sneak away to your computer when everyone goes to sleep.
* You talk on the phone with the same person you are sending an instant message to.



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