San Diego Comic Con
Getting ready to take off for San Diego Comic con. This year I’ll have a booth to work behind, so I’ll be easy to find helping out my friends at booth #1633. So far things have been pretty relaxed so I’m hoping the con goes well and isn’t too crazy… or at least is only crazy in a good way. =]
I’m a little bit crippled for art work as I had to turn in my tablet laptop to get worked on before I flew out to California. My poor Toshiba laptop had started to crack on the plastic around the screen. So I’m using my economic stimulous check to get the part replaced. If it’s not the plastic at fault my warranty may cover it but I’ll have to see how that pans out when I get back home. =/
Hope springs eternal. Right now I’m working on Mom’s 5 year old sony vaio laptop. Strangely it reboots like crazy with a blue screen of death of I connect it to the internet at home… but works perfectly fine out here… I have no idea why but I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth.
Yay convention of doom!
You may have seen these already, but your remark about the blue screen o’ death reminded me of these various and amusing haikus
In Japan, they have replaced the impersonal and unhelpful Microsoft error messages with Haiku poetry messages. Haiku poetry has strict construction rules - each poem has only 17 syllables; 5 syllables in the first, 7 in the second, 5 in the third. They are used to communicate a timeless message, often achieving a wistful, yearning and powerful insight through extreme brevity.
The essence of Zen:
Your file was so big.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
The Web site you seek
Cannot be located, but
Countless more exist.
You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.
Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.
Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
Three things are certain:
Death, taxes and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
Program aborting:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.
Windows NT crash’d.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No-one hears your screams.
First snow, then silence.
This thousand-dollar screen dies
So beautifully.
With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence:
“My Novel” not found.
Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.
Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire.
The network is down.
Having been erased,
The document you’re seeking
Must now be retyped.
A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.
Yesterday it work’d.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.
The Tao that is seen
Is not the true Tao-until
You bring fresh toner.