...instead of incomprehensible geeky text strings, your computer produced error messages in Haiku . . .
First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies
so beautifully.
*
With searching comes loss
and the presence of absence:
"My Novel" not found.
*
A file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
*
The Web site you seek
cannot be located.
But endless others exist.
*
Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.
*
Aborted effort.
Close all that you have.
You ask far too much.
*
The Tao that is seen
Is not the true Tao, until
You bring fresh toner.
*
Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.
*
Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire:
The network is down.
*
A crash reduces
your expensive computer
to a simple stone.
*
Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.
*
Three things are certain:
Death, taxes, and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
*
You step in the stream,
but the water has moved on.
This page is not here.
*
Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.
*
Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.
*
Rather than a beep
Or a rude error message,
These words: "File not found."
*
And, my personal favorite;
Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
(and: good work steve jobs. apples don't need strings.)