Wayback Wednesday Limerick (4/30/09)
Our deep hatred of malwareís unmatched.
Each infection weíre striving to catch.
But a call came this morning
About a dire warning.
At least itís no Microsoft patch.
Throwback Thursday Limerick (5/1/09)
Since Iím moving on up in the joint,
A new honcho they had to appoint.
Though he seemed kind of bright
It evaded their sight
How his hair seemed to grow to a point.
All those floppies are blank? What the Zuck?
With a trip to the client I'm stuck.
So the boss said "Adieu,
Got your floppies? Take two,
Or like disks to a file, you'll be stuck."
There was one eager shopper at work.
Need some stuff? He would sure go berserk!
This arrangement fell hard
Via corporate card
Since it took away one of the perks.
Time-Machine Tuesday Limerick (5/4/09)
When the office we moved to was built
I requested a drawer with tilt.
Though itís not on her list,
For my wrist I persist
ĎTil my logical mind made her wilt.
Student decks contain miniature thrusters?
It's a problem, and staff it sure flusters.
With green cards punched like lace,
They'd shoot all o'er the place
Like that library scene in Ghostbusters.
Throwback Thursday Limerick (5/7/09)
The responses have tended to flatten
Us from plants from LA to Manhattan.
Though itís clear to our team,
They are making it seem
Just like JIMís talking to them in Latin.
Pilot Fish in this blog all along'll
Know wireless gear needs a dongle.
It has got to be said
Nothing plays with your head
Like when using a dongle that's wrong'll.
A dead monitor once at my gig
Had a guy using it. What the frigg?!?
The thing works even when
It has not been plugged in.
Did he tell it he wants to be big?
"Get away with my laptop?!? No more!!!"
He made sure the thief's stuck on his floor.
In retirement, with surety,
He'll work security.
He's got a foot in the door.
An emergency plan I would pitch.
"What's your number?" He won't give an inch!
Well, if he needs a ride,
We should all run and hide.
Hey, there, Pal, you know karma's a bitch!
There's a script I wrote, one of my best.
I was hoping the thing would get blessed.
It's my boss, it will find.
Though it's working just fine,
Ten years later, it still is in test.
There's a stench, and the search had begun.
It's a mouse, and it's status: Well Done.
Cartoon fans are in tears!
After seventy years,
It's appearing that Tom fin'lly won.
Memory-Lane Monday Limerick (5/19/09)
The new shelving job I have to bash
Since the contractor tried to save cash.
He had tried to use glue,
But the monitors flew
And the whole thing fell down in a crash.
So his job wound up being a dud.
So I told the guy, ďListen up, bud!
I designed it myself.
Now go rebuild the shelf,
This time screwing it into a stud.Ē
All the movers were quick to discover
Around cut-offs while working, don't hover.
Lots of teeth would be gnashed
As each server, they crashed,
Which is why each switch now has a cover.
What we told them would cause them to fidget.
"You can't validate socials, you idjet!
You can't tell if it's wrong!
They're just nine digits long!
Unlike barcodes, there is no check digit."