Saturday, February 24, 2007

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Quoth the server, "404!"

This was a little bizarre... Pressed a link, and instead of the usual '404 error, page not found' type of thing staring at me, I get this instead:

'It is said, "To err is human,
"To quote from alt.times.lore,
Alas, you've made an error,
So I must say, "404."

Double-check your URL,
As we all have heard before.
You wanted a file that wasn't there
And I respond, "404."

You may have made a typo--
Your fingers may be sore.
But 'til you get the location right,
You'll just get 404.

Maybe you followed a bad link,
Surfing some foreign shore;
You'll just have to tell that author
About this 404.

I'm just a lowly server
(that speaks in metaphor),
So for a request that I don't know,
I return 404.

Be glad I'm not a mainframe
That might just dump its core,
'Cause then you'd get a ten-meg file
Instead of 404.

I really would like to help you,
But I don't know what you're looking for,
And since I don't know what you want,
I give you 404.

Remember Poe, insane with longing
For his tragically lost Lenore.
Instead, you quest for files.
Quoth the server, "404!"

With apologies to Edgar Allen Poe '

A nice change methinks. Don't know the author...

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Poem: Jabberwocky

(an odd one, i know)

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"


He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Lewis Carroll


and a jokey version:

Chemowocky

'Twas Boron, and the Silicon
Did Carbon in the Cadmium;
All Merc'ry were the Lanthanides
And the Molybdenum.

"Beware the Hydrogen, my son!
The teeth that bite! The chops that chum!
Beware the Bismuth bird,
and shunThe dread Beryllium!"

He Gold his Cobalt blade in hand,
Long time the Fluorine foe he Zinc,
Till rested he by a Krypton tree
And Strontiumed to think.

And as in Argon thought he stood,
The Hydrogen, with Iodine,
Came Radon through the Tungsten wood
And Sulfured Astatine!

One two! one two! and through and through
The Cobalt blade went Scandium!
He left it dead, and with its Lead
He went Gallium back.

"And hast thou slain the Hydrogen?
Come to my arms, Antimony!
O Copper morn! Neon! Xenon!"
He Nickeled in his glee.

'Twas Boron, and the Silicon
Did Carbon in the Cadmium;
All Merc'ry were the Lanthanides
And the Molybdenum.

Mark Stewart

Sunday, February 04, 2007

some good ideas for secondary education from the government

For once - I agree! - if you read down, there is a suggestion that the British slave trade is taught to 11-14 year olds. History is something so important to know - and the best history is stuff that's relevant.

Friday, February 02, 2007