The Bug
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I coded, weak and weary, Over many a bugs and curious volume of forgotten code - While I pasted, nearly wasted, suddenly it failed to load, As of something hardly working, crashing at my favorite OS. "'Tis some bug," I muttered, "crashing at my favorite OS - Only Win and never DOS." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the last compile, And each leaking public member of the class that in this file. Eagerly I wished to follow, vainly I had sought to borrow From my books of sample code - bit by bit to shift and MOD - For the rare and radiant function whom the coders made before - Only Win and never DOS. And the silken pad, uncertain rustling of each vacant click Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terror for I've seen the wretched error; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood debugging, "'Tis some bug entreating errors at my favorite OS, Some old bug entreating errors at my favorite OS; Only Win and never DOS." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Bug," said I, "or leak, true solution do I seek; But the fact is I was pasting, pasting someone else's code, And so faintly you came crashing, crashing at my favorite OS, That I scarce was sure I fixed you" - here I changed the bit of code - Darkness fell and crashed my OS." Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, crying tears no coder ever dared to cry before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "DOS!" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word "DOS!" - Only Win and never DOS." And that bug, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting, In the function on the file just from that last compile; And his bits have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the debugger o'er him streaming throws his value to the OS; And my soul from out that value that lies floating in the OS Shall be lifted - back to DOS! Isaac Sasson, Small time programmer - complainer at large! Sonork ID 100.13704
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I coded, weak and weary, Over many a bugs and curious volume of forgotten code - While I pasted, nearly wasted, suddenly it failed to load, As of something hardly working, crashing at my favorite OS. "'Tis some bug," I muttered, "crashing at my favorite OS - Only Win and never DOS." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the last compile, And each leaking public member of the class that in this file. Eagerly I wished to follow, vainly I had sought to borrow From my books of sample code - bit by bit to shift and MOD - For the rare and radiant function whom the coders made before - Only Win and never DOS. And the silken pad, uncertain rustling of each vacant click Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terror for I've seen the wretched error; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood debugging, "'Tis some bug entreating errors at my favorite OS, Some old bug entreating errors at my favorite OS; Only Win and never DOS." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Bug," said I, "or leak, true solution do I seek; But the fact is I was pasting, pasting someone else's code, And so faintly you came crashing, crashing at my favorite OS, That I scarce was sure I fixed you" - here I changed the bit of code - Darkness fell and crashed my OS." Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, crying tears no coder ever dared to cry before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "DOS!" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word "DOS!" - Only Win and never DOS." And that bug, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting, In the function on the file just from that last compile; And his bits have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the debugger o'er him streaming throws his value to the OS; And my soul from out that value that lies floating in the OS Shall be lifted - back to DOS! Isaac Sasson, Small time programmer - complainer at large! Sonork ID 100.13704
Standing ovation, flowers et al :) Very nice work:)
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I coded, weak and weary, Over many a bugs and curious volume of forgotten code - While I pasted, nearly wasted, suddenly it failed to load, As of something hardly working, crashing at my favorite OS. "'Tis some bug," I muttered, "crashing at my favorite OS - Only Win and never DOS." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the last compile, And each leaking public member of the class that in this file. Eagerly I wished to follow, vainly I had sought to borrow From my books of sample code - bit by bit to shift and MOD - For the rare and radiant function whom the coders made before - Only Win and never DOS. And the silken pad, uncertain rustling of each vacant click Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terror for I've seen the wretched error; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood debugging, "'Tis some bug entreating errors at my favorite OS, Some old bug entreating errors at my favorite OS; Only Win and never DOS." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Bug," said I, "or leak, true solution do I seek; But the fact is I was pasting, pasting someone else's code, And so faintly you came crashing, crashing at my favorite OS, That I scarce was sure I fixed you" - here I changed the bit of code - Darkness fell and crashed my OS." Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, crying tears no coder ever dared to cry before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "DOS!" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word "DOS!" - Only Win and never DOS." And that bug, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting, In the function on the file just from that last compile; And his bits have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the debugger o'er him streaming throws his value to the OS; And my soul from out that value that lies floating in the OS Shall be lifted - back to DOS! Isaac Sasson, Small time programmer - complainer at large! Sonork ID 100.13704
Poe would be proud ;P Pete
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Poe would be proud ;P Pete
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