> > > POEM FOR COMPUTER USERS OVER 30 > > > > > > A computer was something on TV > > > From a science-fiction show of note > > > A window was something you hated to clean > > > And ram was the cousin of a goat. > > > > > > Meg was the name of my girlfriend > > > And 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 was a TV show > > > A cursor used profanity > > > A keyboard was a piano. > > > > > > Memory was something you lost with age > > > A CD was a bank account > > > And if you had a 3 inch floppy > > > You hoped nobody found out. > > > > > > Compress was what you did to the garbage > > > Not something you did to a file > > > And if you unzipped anything in public > > > You'd be in jail for a while. > > > > > > Log on was adding wood to the fire > > > Hard drive was a long trip on the road > > > A mouse pad was where a mouse lived > > > And backup happened to your commode. > > > > > > Cut you did with a scissors > > > And paste you did with glue > > > A web was a spider's home > > > And a virus was the flu. > > > > > > There's still wisdom in pad and paper > > > And memories remaining in my head > > > I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash > > > But when it happens they wish they were dead. > > > > > Author, unknown. (Email from Stuart Gilson.)