Een paar grappige dingen:
http://www.djmonkeyboy.com/dc/dc-retarded.txt -->er bestaan nog echt domme mensen
http://www.headwindow.com/main/window_read.asp?entryID=42 -->grappig maar disgusting
En over en Computer Crash:
Many of us have wondered why a computer crashes. It is usually very technical but maybe this will help.
Dr. Seuss Explains Why computers Sometimes Crash:
If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port, and the bus is interrupted at a very last resort, and the access of the memory makes your floppy disk abort, then the socket packet pocket has an error to report.
If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash, and the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash, and your data is corrupted cause the index doesn't hash, then your situation's hopeless and your system's gonna crash!
If the label on the cable on the table at your house says the network is connected to the button on your mouse, but your packets want to tunnel to another protocol, that's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall, and your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss, so your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse; then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang, 'cuz sure as I'm a poet, the s****'s gonna hang!
When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy in the disk, and the macro code instructions cause unnecessary risk, then you'll have to flash the memory and you'll want to RAM your ROM then quickly turn off the computer and be sure to tell your Mom!
Grappig
Valentijn is wel voorbij, maar ge kunt er ni vroeg genoeg bijzijn. Hier al wat versjes voor volgend jaar :
I thought that I could love no other.
Until, that is, I met your brother.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead,
the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.
Of loving beauty you float with grace,
If only you could hide your face
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot,
This describes everything you are not.
I want to feel your sweet embrace,
But don't take that paper bag off of your face
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes.
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife,
Marrying you screwed up my life.
I see your face when I am dreaming,
That's why I always wake up screaming
My love, you take my breath away,
What have you stepped in to smell this way?
My feelings for you no words can tell.
Except for maybe "go to hell."
What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime
I thought that I could love no other.
Until, that is, I met your brother.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead,
the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.
Of loving beauty you float with grace,
If only you could hide your face
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot,
This describes everything you are not.
I want to feel your sweet embrace,
But don't take that paper bag off of your face
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes.
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife,
Marrying you screwed up my life.
I see your face when I am dreaming,
That's why I always wake up screaming
My love, you take my breath away,
What have you stepped in to smell this way?
My feelings for you no words can tell.
Except for maybe "go to hell."
What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime