Grey Wolf
TDR MEMBER
I can relate!
A computer was something on TV,
from a science fiction show of note.
A window was something you hated to clean,
and ram, the father 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;
and a keyboard a piano.
Memory was something that you lost with age;
a CD was a bank account.
And if you had a 3-in. floppy;
you hoped nobody found out.
Compress was something 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 a backup happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocketknife;
paste you did with glue.
A web was a spider's home;
and a virus was the flu.
I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper;
and the memory in my head.
I hear nobody's gets killed in a computer crash;
but when it happens, they wish they were dead.
A computer was something on TV,
from a science fiction show of note.
A window was something you hated to clean,
and ram, the father 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;
and a keyboard a piano.
Memory was something that you lost with age;
a CD was a bank account.
And if you had a 3-in. floppy;
you hoped nobody found out.
Compress was something 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 a backup happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocketknife;
paste you did with glue.
A web was a spider's home;
and a virus was the flu.
I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper;
and the memory in my head.
I hear nobody's gets killed in a computer crash;
but when it happens, they wish they were dead.