Remember the Good Old Days When....

A computer was something on TV
> From a science fiction show
A window was something you hated to clean....
And ram was the cousin of a goat.....

Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And gig was your middle finger upright
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bytes

An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A cursor used profanity
A keyboard was a piano

Memory was something that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3 1/2" floppy
You hoped nobody found out

Compress was something you did to the garbage
Not something you did to a file
And if you unzipped anything in public
You'd be in jail for a while

Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a backup happened to your commode

Cut you did with a pocket knife
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spider's home
And a virus was the flu

I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens they wish they were dead.

Eternity I do sleep,
A silence broken only by a computerized beep.
A tin can, flying alone.
High above that blue ball.
It's my home.
And I hear it's call.

For three millenia, I've not seen day,
Cause flight control passed away.
Naw my home town has dissappeared.
The vegitation reclaimed my home.
Long ago the dust of war cleared,
But still I sleep all alone.

My computer crys out to a dead master,
As we are hurled from Venus.
She starts the engines to send us faster,
As I am curled up like a fetus.
She's had enough, we're going home!
As I sleep all alone.

We hit the atmosphere like a titanium stone,
A red hot streak in the nights sky.
As she works all alone,
Making calculations on the fly.
And I sleep on my way home.
We may not make it, but we have to try.

A wandering tribe praises my ship,
As in my sleep I do moan.
I bring a smile to the mississippi king's lips,
As I get my first glimpse of my ruined home.
My ship lands, ending my celestial trip.
And I awake from my sleep, truely alone.

The darkness creeping, sneaking, closing in
The tendrils arise, grabbing, choking, pulling me down
Down, down into the endless abyss, a bottomless pit
An infinite amount of nothing at all
A world of pain, a world of rapture
Because the pain is my pleasure
And it will be yours
Join me, it's where you belong.
An eternity of all and nothing.
Heaven and hell
So let the tendrils entwine, engulf you, embrace you
And ride the wave of the downward spiral.

I do'nt konw why I wrote this. I guess I was tired a couple days ago when I did.... it doesn't seem to make any sense to me now. :)

Ode to the Dead Turtle

Shelly, Shelly, Shelly boy,
What good did it do for you?
All that’s left of perseverance,
Is tire tracks and rotting goo.

"Slow and steady wins the race, boy.
Keep on trying," is what they said.
You listened and you followed blindly,
Where’d it get you? Now you’re dead.

Thickest shell to keep the world out,
Worked like crazy, teeth were gnashed,
But in the end you’re like the possum,
Both of you are dead and mashed.

He stumbled blindly ‘cross the pavement,
Clueless what hit him, clueless how
He died, but why does it really matter?
Both of you are roadkill now.

You had a goal, determination,
That you might cross and beat the hare,
Your dripping, splattered carcass tells us,
You’re not winning...

...but all is fair!
The rabbit, who was racing faster,
Crossed the road a while back,
Dodged a truck, and darn the luck,
Died of fear and heart attack.

It's a happy ending! Really!
Robo-Mutt, the Unwashed Robotic Animal Repairman, inpired while brushing his teeth to remember a certain chapter from _The_Grapes_of_Wrath_ and write a poem about it.

<< This is a work in progress - I'm not sure I like it yet, but I wanted to share :-) . . . >>
Have you ever noticed how there's a certain rhythm to the way a baby (in this case, Erg) throws her dinner all over the house?
Squish! Squish! Squish! Yummy banana.
Squish! Squish! Squish! Now its on the kitchen floor.
Squish! Squish! Squish! Between my fingers.
Squish! Squish! Squish! Oh, there isn't any more.

Suck. Suck. Suck. Its on my fingers!
Smear. Smear. Smear. Now its on my table too.
Rub it through my hair. Try getting that out Mummy!
Spread it round the house. Yummy banana goo.

Cheerio,

I hear the ocean calling
The sea-longing that all my kin share
I see them, my kin, and they beckon to me
"Too long with the second born you have taried"
"Thier world is not meant for you"
"They rush about, cramming all they can"
"In that brief life of thiers"
"You will only get hurt again if you stay"
"No virus or infirmaty of old age will slay you"
"But sorrow can"
"You must come home, board the white ship"
"And leave thier world to them"
"Dying of sorrow is worse than any sword"
"Come home, lost one, come home"
I see the sails of the white ship,
And I weep
For I know in my heart they are right
I must leave before I fade
But I can not move.
My heart is breaking
And my tears mingle with the waves that reach the shore
And are lost
As I am.

Wind blowing from far and near
Moon watching from the sky
Watches as you shed a tear
I hold you close as you start to cry

The times will certainly be hard
But I believe we can make it
To see our child playing in the yard
It will all be worth it

Yes, right now things seem bad
But we will persevere
Because I know someday, we'll both be glad
But right now, I share your tears

Eight months left, it's going to be a while
It seems like it will be forever
But when we walk that final mile
We'll being doing it together

*Yawn* 2am now. Time for bed.