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Twas the Night Before Reboot
Armsdealer
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217 posts
Dec 13, 2009
4:08 AM
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A little Christmas poetry is always nice:
'Twas the night before Reboot, while all through the house
everyone was sleeping, but me and my mouse;
The files were all placed, in directories as bait
nothing to do now, 'cept sit back and wait;
The log files all waited, in stealth from there homes
for the signal from a router, or maybe the phone;
Then it finally started, ever so quick
two little beeps, and a light that would flick;
The disk came alive, and started to thrash
I was afraid for a moment, that it might crash;
Then the monitor lit up, and words started to display
Faster now dammit, I must know what they say;
Numbers and dots, danced about on the screen
and I quickly searched Google, to see what they mean;
The binaries at first, were very hard to decrypt
but Hacker Whacker knew how, they were equipped;
Now the flash drives all loaded, with good bytes and bits
waiting for a return call, to send back some shit;
Scripting is so cool, cause it works both ways
now me and my windows, can see brighter days;
And the gifts that you gave, so dear to your heart
Say Merry Christmas to all, let the data flow start!
Merry Christmas all!
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judkinsa
42 posts
Dec 16, 2009
7:24 PM
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'Twas the night after Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even old Klause.
He had drank too much eggnog just like mom and dad,
I had better not wake them, or things will get bad.
So I sit by my lonesome, at quarter to ten,
Realizing how odd my Christmas had been.
I was awoken at 3, AM if you please,
By my little brother, for presents he sees.
As he rushed up the staircase, I dragged my tired feet,
Just hoping that I could grab something to eat.
I searched in the fridge for some eggs and some bread,
While my brother, so happy, his face had turned red.
When no food could be grabbed I trudged out to the tree,
Wondering what my presents might be.
I heard a loud noise, one you'd hope not to hear,
One that could wreck anyone's Christmas cheer.
It was the sound of two parents getting out of their bed
With a gin & rum hangover still in their head.
We had woken the two with our breakfast food search,
And at this time, I feared we would not make it to church.
They stepped into the room and saw us by the tree,
All lit up with lights, as a good one should be.
But the lights hurt their eyes, so they slumped in their chairs,
My dad in such a state, about to pull out his hairs.
As my brother ripped open his yuletide packs
All I wanted to do was go hit the sack.
But I opened the presents, first one was from mom
A MC Hammer CD, which she proclaimed was 'the bomb'
The next one was from dad, a small envelope,
A letter with words expressing his hope.
Of what? You might ask, for me to play sports,
to drop airsoft, play football or just hit the court.
My final present sat, the last one near the tree,
A package from Santa, to little old me.
I ripped it from the paper, expecting the worst,
I swear my parents needed a hurse.
For what's in the box, was the devil to them,
Santa had brought me a brand new AGM!
Happy holidays guys! May your season be filled with plastic and love!
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