Haiku for a new millennium                  Serious error.All shortcuts have disappearedScreen. Mind. Both are blank.                               Windows NT crashed.I am the Blue Screen of Death.No one hears your screams. Seeing my great faultThrough darkening blue windowsI begin again.  The code was willing,It considered your request,But the chips were weak. A file that big?It might be very useful.But now it is gone.  Errors have occurred.We won't tell you where or why.Lazy programmers.I'm sorry, there's -- um --insufficient -- what's-it-called?The term eludes me ... Login incorrect.Only perfect spellers mayenter this system. Wind catches lilyScatt'ring petals to the wind:Segmentation fault                                                                        First snow, then silence.This thousand dollar screen                                          dies so beautifully.The Tao that is seenIs not the true Tao, untilYou bring fresh toner. Yesterday it worked --Today it is not working.Windows is like that.  To have no errorsWould be life without meaning:No struggle, no joy. You step in the stream,but the water has moved on.This page is not here.Hal, open the fileHal, open the damn file, Hal.Open the -- please, Hal. The ten thousand things --How long do any persist?Netscape, too, has gone.With searching comes loss and the presence of absence: "My Novel" not found.  Three things are certain: death, taxes, and lost data. Guess which has occurred. Printer not ready. Could be a fatal error. Have a pen handy?  This site has been moved. We'd tell you where, but then we'd have to delete you.  ABORTED effort: Close all that you have. You ask way too much.  The Web site you seek cannot be located but endless others exist.  A crash reduces your expensive computer to a simple stone.  Having been erased, the document you're seeking must now be retyped. Everything is gone.Your life's work has been destroyed.Squeeze trigger (yes/no)? Server's poor responseNot quick enough for browser.Timed out, plum blossom.