Friday, September 5, 2014

Computers and Aging

A friend sent me this. 

A computer was something on TV, From a science fiction show of note.
A window was something you hated to clean,
A ram, the cousin of a goat.
Meg was the name of a girl you knew,
A gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things And that really mega bytes.

An application was for employment, A program a TV show
A cursor used profanity, the keyboard, was a piano.
Memory was something you lost with age,
A CD a bank account
Anyone with a 3-inch floppy prayed no one would find out.

Compress was something you did in a garage, Not something you did to a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public, could put you in jail for a while.

Log On was adding wood to the fire, hard drive a long trip on the road.
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived,
Backup happened to the commode.
A cut was made with a pocket knife,
A paste was done with glue.
A web was what a spider made,
A virus was the flu.

So, I guess I'll stick to pad and paper, And memory in my head.
I hear no one has been killed in a computer crash, If it happens they'll wish they were dead.


~Written By Unknown~

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