Deep, man...that's really deep. *cough*
A lovely New Year's Eve chat with equinoxx provoked the following metaphorical revelation in my brain:
Windows is tobacco; Linux is pot.
Also, spitbro? Here's the poem I was trying to find last night: you lose out hugely on the piece's charm and overall affect by not hearing the reader's chirpy northern accent, and the audience gradually starting to chime in with him on the repeats of the titular phrase, but still, you get the gist:
I bought a computer,
It cost a thousand pound;
But every time I switch it on
It keeps on falling down.
I used to think it was my friend
But now it drives me 'round the bend;
You’d be surprised the time I spend
Reinstalling Windows.
I switch it on; what is this?
Something wrong with "config.sys"
This isn’t my idea of bliss,
Reinstalling Windows.
I want to share my printers
And I want to share my files,
I want to share my anger ‘cos
It drives me bloomin’ wild.
My songs, they say, can be sublime
I've conquered cadence, mastered rhyme
But, nowadays, I spend my time
Reinstalling Windows
Reinstall, oh what fun!
It says it helps you get things done;
Every day now everyone’s
Reinstalling Windows.
Look again, it will say
All you do is "plug and play"
Why do I spend every day?
Reinstalling Windows
It can’t find my printer
And it can’t locate my mouse;
The other day it told me that
They were in another house.
Still unplugged, still unplayed,
I e-mailed God in search of aid;
He’s far too busy, I’m afraid
Reinstalling Windows.
Up at dawn for one more try;
Does it work? Can pigs fly?
How do I expect to die?
Reinstalling Windows.
I used to like a drink or three;
No time now, don’t call for me;
I’m going to spend eternity
Reinstalling Windows.
Just about says it all, really.
Q