Life Before The Computer
There once was a time when memory was something you lost with age...
An application was for employment
a program was a TV show
a curser used profanity
and a keyboard was a piano
Compress was something you did to 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 a fire
hard drive was a long trip on the road
a mouse pad was where a mouse lived
and a backup happened to your commode
Cut you did with a pocket knife,
paste you did with glue
a web was a spider's home
and a virus was the flu.
So I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
and the memory in my head
I've heard nobody's been killed in a computer crash
but when it happens they'll wish they were dead.
Adult Resignation Letter and Rejection Letter (read it!)
To Whom It May Concern:
I hereby officially tender my resignation as an adult. I have decided
I would like to accept the responsibilities of a 6 year old again.
I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make ripples with
rocks. I want to think M&Ms are better than money, because you can eat them.
I want to play kick ball during recess and paint with watercolors in
art. I want to lie under a big Oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my
friends on a hot summers' day. I want to return to a time when life was
simple. When all you knew were colors, addition tables and simple nursery
rhymes, but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't
know and you didn't care. When all you knew was to be happy because you
didn't know all the things that should make you worried and upset.
I want to think that the world is fair, that everyone in it is honest
and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible.
Somewhere in my youth I matured and I learned too much. I learned of nuclear
weapons, war, prejudice, starvation and abused children. I learned of lies,
unhappy marriages, suffering, illness, pain and death. I learned of a world
where men left their families to go and fight for our country, and returned
only to end up living on the streets... begging for their next meal.
I learned of a world where children knew how to kill... and did!!
What happened to the time when we thought that everyone would live forever,
because we didn't grasp the concept of death? When we thought the worst
thing in the world was if someone took the jump rope from you or picked you
last for kick ball?
I want to be oblivious to the complexity of life and be overly excited by
little things once again. I want to return to the days when reading was fun
and music was clean; when television was used to report the news or for family
entertainment and not to promote sex, violence and deceit. I remember being
naive and thinking that everyone was happy because I was.
I would walk on the beach and only think of the sand between my toes and the
prettiest seashell I could find. I would spend my afternoons climbing trees
and riding my bike. I didn't worry about time, bills or where I was going to
find the money to fix my car. I used to wonder what I was going to do or be
when I grew up, not worry about what I'll do if this doesn't work out. I want
to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes,
mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month
than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness and loss of
loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice,
peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind and making angels in the snow.
I want to be 6 again.
--author unknown
http://www.uoflife.com/epicenter/dosomething.htm
An application was for employment
a program was a TV show
a curser used profanity
and a keyboard was a piano
Compress was something you did to 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 a fire
hard drive was a long trip on the road
a mouse pad was where a mouse lived
and a backup happened to your commode
Cut you did with a pocket knife,
paste you did with glue
a web was a spider's home
and a virus was the flu.
So I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
and the memory in my head
I've heard nobody's been killed in a computer crash
but when it happens they'll wish they were dead.
Adult Resignation Letter and Rejection Letter (read it!)
To Whom It May Concern:
I hereby officially tender my resignation as an adult. I have decided
I would like to accept the responsibilities of a 6 year old again.
I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make ripples with
rocks. I want to think M&Ms are better than money, because you can eat them.
I want to play kick ball during recess and paint with watercolors in
art. I want to lie under a big Oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my
friends on a hot summers' day. I want to return to a time when life was
simple. When all you knew were colors, addition tables and simple nursery
rhymes, but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't
know and you didn't care. When all you knew was to be happy because you
didn't know all the things that should make you worried and upset.
I want to think that the world is fair, that everyone in it is honest
and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible.
Somewhere in my youth I matured and I learned too much. I learned of nuclear
weapons, war, prejudice, starvation and abused children. I learned of lies,
unhappy marriages, suffering, illness, pain and death. I learned of a world
where men left their families to go and fight for our country, and returned
only to end up living on the streets... begging for their next meal.
I learned of a world where children knew how to kill... and did!!
What happened to the time when we thought that everyone would live forever,
because we didn't grasp the concept of death? When we thought the worst
thing in the world was if someone took the jump rope from you or picked you
last for kick ball?
I want to be oblivious to the complexity of life and be overly excited by
little things once again. I want to return to the days when reading was fun
and music was clean; when television was used to report the news or for family
entertainment and not to promote sex, violence and deceit. I remember being
naive and thinking that everyone was happy because I was.
I would walk on the beach and only think of the sand between my toes and the
prettiest seashell I could find. I would spend my afternoons climbing trees
and riding my bike. I didn't worry about time, bills or where I was going to
find the money to fix my car. I used to wonder what I was going to do or be
when I grew up, not worry about what I'll do if this doesn't work out. I want
to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes,
mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month
than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness and loss of
loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice,
peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind and making angels in the snow.
I want to be 6 again.
--author unknown
http://www.uoflife.com/epicenter/dosomething.htm