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Phoenix Feathers is updated on Tuesday and Friday |
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We spent the weekend watching the whole of Neon Genesis Evangelion. I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would. We arranged the showing (there were roughly 9 of us in total, but that fluctuated) because I knew that if I didn't watch it all at once, I never would. I expected a mecha show, but although there were mechs (and very cool ones, trailing enormous power cords, which I found hysterically funny), the anime wasn't really about them. I found it pretty good, although someone expecting a show about mecha might find it disppointing. It reminded me of Full Metal Panic but I won't say why since that could be a spoiler, and I don't want to do that. The result of all that is that I feel completely square-eyed - so much so that we didn't watch anything tonight. I spent the time trying to do some of the First Story, and I'm quite pleased with the result. Unfortunately, I think it's going to take a while to do, although once I get the hang of using the computer it should be easier. I got half of one page done in a short evening, which I think isn't too bad. Throughout the graphical manipulations, I had this little poem running through my head, so I'm going to share it with you all (you can blame this on Kazuhiko as well). I found it appropriate although I was doing graphics and not spreadsheets. Abort, Retry, Ignore Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary, System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor, Longing for the warmth of bedsheets, Still I sat there, doing spreadsheets: Having reached the bottom line, I took a floppy from the drawer. Typing with a steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE command But got instead a reprimand: it read "Abort, Retry, Ignore." Was this some occult illusion? Some maniacal intrusion? These were choices Solomon himself had never faced before. Carefully, I weighed my options. These three seemed to be the top ones. Clearly, I must now adopt one: Choose Abort, Retry, Ignore. With my fingers pale and trembling, Slowly toward the keyboard bending, Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored, Praying for some guarantee Finally I pressed a key - But on the screen what did I see? Again: "Abort, Retry, Ignore." I tried to catch the chips off-guard - I pressed again, but twice as hard. Luck was just not in the cards. I saw what I had seen before. Now I typed in desperation Trying random combinations Still there came the incantation: Choose: Abort, Retry, Ignore. There I sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor. And then I saw an awful sight: A bold and blinding flash of light - A lightning bolt had cut the night and shook me to my very core. I saw the screen collapse and die "Oh no - my database," I cried. I thought I heard a voice reply, "You'll see your data Nevermore." To this day I do not know The place to which lost data goes. I bet it goes to heaven where the angels have it stored. But, as for productivity, well I fear that it goes straight to hell. And that's the tale I have to tell. Your choice: Abort, Retry, Ignore. Needless to say, I was saving every two minutes in fear of Pen dying on me mid-doodle.. - Sun Kitten, 24th September '02 |
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