Post by StarWarsOnTheBrain on Aug 8, 2004 14:22:38 GMT -5
[glow=green,3,000]Eowyn emailed this to me so I have no idea who wrote it, but it was hilarious. If the author happens to stumble on this site and sees this I would give you credit if I only knew you name (Oh if I only had a brain, how many of my friends could sing that with me?). Anyways, if your funny bone is tickled easily grab onto something otherwise you'll end up on the floor.
Have i mentioned that I love pop-up blocker?
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The following message was sent to you by YAMIYUMES while visiting
your room:
The internet has changed.
I feel it in the keyboard.
I feel it in the speakers.
I smell it in the stench of geeks.
Much that once was is lost,
For none now live who remember it.
It began with the creation of the great programs.
Three were given to the Elves:
Most web-safe of all beings.
Seven to the dwarf lords:
Great web designers and makers of flash.
And nine, nine programs were gifted to the race of men, who,
above all else, desire Ebay.
For within these programs was bound the strength
and the will to surf the net with ease.
But they were, all of them, deceived;
for another program was written.
In the land of Microsoft, in the fires of Windows,
the Dark Lord Gates designed, in secret, a master program.
And into this program he poured his acttraction of viruses, popups, spyware, and
his will to dominate the entire web.
One program to annoy them all.
One by one, the free web sites of Geek-Kind fell
to the power of the program.
But there were some who resisted.
A Last Alliance of Men and Elves
typed against the armies of Microsoft.
And on world wide web they fought
for the freedom of geek-kind.
Victory was near,
but the power of the Program could not be deleted, quaratined or fixed.
It was in this moment, when all hope had faded,
that Isildur, son of the King-Geek, took up his father's keyboard.
Bill Gates, the enemy of the free peoples of Geek-Kind,
was defeated.
The program passed to Isildur,
who had this one chance to destroy evil forever.
But the hearts of men are easily corrupted,
And the Program of power has a will of its own.
It betrayed Isildur to his death.
And some things that should not have been forgotten
were lost.
History became text, text became html,
and for two-and-a-half thousand page loads,
the Program passed out of all knowledge.
Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new programmer.
The Program came to a Tech Savy Freak, who took it
deep into the suburbs of Ohio.
And there, it consumed her.
The Program brought to the Tech Savy Freak an unnaturally long life.
For five page loads, it poisoned her mind.
And in the gloom of the Tech Savy Freak's computer screen-lit room, it waited.
Darkness crept back into the computer labs of the world.
Rumor grew of a shadow in the message boards,
E-mails of a nameless fear.
And the Program of power perceived:
its time to annoy all had come.
It crashed the Tech Savy Freak's computer.
But something happened then that the program did not intend.
It was downloaded by the most unlikely creature imaginable:
A Hyperactive Skater from the parks of Inner City.
For the time will soon come when Hyperactive Skaters
will shape the fortunes of all...
~!~
I was p***** at my computer when I wrote this... ^^
Never mixed pointless fanfics, annoyance, and pixie sticks...
your room:
The internet has changed.
I feel it in the keyboard.
I feel it in the speakers.
I smell it in the stench of geeks.
Much that once was is lost,
For none now live who remember it.
It began with the creation of the great programs.
Three were given to the Elves:
Most web-safe of all beings.
Seven to the dwarf lords:
Great web designers and makers of flash.
And nine, nine programs were gifted to the race of men, who,
above all else, desire Ebay.
For within these programs was bound the strength
and the will to surf the net with ease.
But they were, all of them, deceived;
for another program was written.
In the land of Microsoft, in the fires of Windows,
the Dark Lord Gates designed, in secret, a master program.
And into this program he poured his acttraction of viruses, popups, spyware, and
his will to dominate the entire web.
One program to annoy them all.
One by one, the free web sites of Geek-Kind fell
to the power of the program.
But there were some who resisted.
A Last Alliance of Men and Elves
typed against the armies of Microsoft.
And on world wide web they fought
for the freedom of geek-kind.
Victory was near,
but the power of the Program could not be deleted, quaratined or fixed.
It was in this moment, when all hope had faded,
that Isildur, son of the King-Geek, took up his father's keyboard.
Bill Gates, the enemy of the free peoples of Geek-Kind,
was defeated.
The program passed to Isildur,
who had this one chance to destroy evil forever.
But the hearts of men are easily corrupted,
And the Program of power has a will of its own.
It betrayed Isildur to his death.
And some things that should not have been forgotten
were lost.
History became text, text became html,
and for two-and-a-half thousand page loads,
the Program passed out of all knowledge.
Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new programmer.
The Program came to a Tech Savy Freak, who took it
deep into the suburbs of Ohio.
And there, it consumed her.
The Program brought to the Tech Savy Freak an unnaturally long life.
For five page loads, it poisoned her mind.
And in the gloom of the Tech Savy Freak's computer screen-lit room, it waited.
Darkness crept back into the computer labs of the world.
Rumor grew of a shadow in the message boards,
E-mails of a nameless fear.
And the Program of power perceived:
its time to annoy all had come.
It crashed the Tech Savy Freak's computer.
But something happened then that the program did not intend.
It was downloaded by the most unlikely creature imaginable:
A Hyperactive Skater from the parks of Inner City.
For the time will soon come when Hyperactive Skaters
will shape the fortunes of all...
~!~
I was p***** at my computer when I wrote this... ^^
Never mixed pointless fanfics, annoyance, and pixie sticks...
Have i mentioned that I love pop-up blocker?
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