Received: by mail2 (mbox svnelson) (with Cubic Circle's cucipop (v1.31 1998/05/13) Wed Sep 8 22:44:07 1999) X-From_: shannon.nelson@intel.com Wed Sep 08 18:14:09 1999 Return-Path: Delivered-To: svnelson@teleport.com Received: (qmail 23017 invoked from network); 8 Sep 1999 18:14:06 -0000 Received: from calliope1.fm.intel.com (132.233.247.10) by smtp7.teleport.com with SMTP; 8 Sep 1999 18:14:06 -0000 Received: from fmsmsx27.FM.INTEL.COM (fmsmsx27.fm.intel.com [132.233.42.27]) by calliope1.fm.intel.com (8.9.1a+p1/8.9.1/d: relay.m4,v 1.6 1998/11/24 22:10:56 iwep Exp iwep $) with ESMTP id LAA09975 for ; Wed, 8 Sep 1999 11:14:05 -0700 (PDT) Received: by fmsmsx27.fm.intel.com with Internet Mail Service (5.5.2448.0) id ; Wed, 8 Sep 1999 11:14:05 -0700 Message-ID: From: "Nelson, Shannon" To: "'svnelson'" Subject: FW: HUMOR: Millennium Pie Date: Wed, 8 Sep 1999 11:14:04 -0700 MIME-Version: 1.0 X-Mailer: Internet Mail Service (5.5.2448.0) Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" -----Original Message----- From: Running, Sara Sent: Wednesday, September 08, 1999 10:17 AM To: Nelson, Shannon; Selby, Rick; Craver, Bill; Ritz, John T Subject: FW: HUMOR: Millennium Pie I read this on a news group and I thought it was pretty good. Gotta see the humor. Sara -----Original Message----- From: Running, Sara Sent: Wednesday, September 08, 1999 10:12 AM To: Running, Sara Subject: Fw: HUMOR: Millennium Pie Scott Rainey wrote in message ... > > MILLENNIUM PIE > (with apologies to Don McLean, American Pie) > > 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 Hollerith 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. > 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 > > 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 > >