> > I couldn't resist forwarding this on.
> >
> >   Millennium Pie
> >   (To the tune of American Pie, with apologies to Don McLean)
> >
> >   A long, long time ago... I can still remember how
> >   Computers used to make me smile.
> >   And I knew if I had my chance,
> >   That I could make electrons dance,
> >   And maybe I'd be happy for a while.
> >
> >   But January made me shiver,
> >   It chilled me deep down in my liver,
> >   Bad news I'd collected...
> >   I couldn't get connected.
> >
> >   I can't remember back that day
> >   When I first knew the Y2K
> >   But something touched me anyway,
> >   The day computers died.
> >
> >   So, ...Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi
> >   Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry
> >   And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies
> >   Saying this will be the day I retire
> >   this will be the day I retire
> >
> >   Can you write in C plus plus ?
> >   And do you have faith in your local bus
> >   If the driver tells you so ?
> >   Do you believe in Compaq's goals
> >   Can software save your mortal soul
> >   And can you teach me how to type real slow ?
> >
> >   Well I thought that you were prepared
> >   'Cause your memo said you weren't impaired
> >   Your stationery's swell
> >   But you can go to hell
> >
> >   I was a lonely teenage Unix hack
> >   With an incantation and a modem jack
> >   but I knew the cat had left the sack
> >   The day computers died
> >
> >   I started singin'...
> >   Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi
> >   Ran my PC on some DC
> >   but the voltage was dry
> >   And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies
> >   Saying this will be the day I retire
> >   this will be the day I retire
> >
> >
> >   Now for 10 years we've ignored the threat
> >   And we haven't solved the problem yet
> >   But that's not how it used to be
> >   When the luddites read for the king and queen
> >   with a light they filled with kerosene
> >   And some manuals they stole from you and me
> >
> >   And while Bill Gates was looking pleased
> >   Time stole his monopolies
> >   The courtroom was adjourned
> >   No verdict was returned
> >
> >   While Apple tried a color scheme
> >   The engineers returned to steam
> >   And we had purges of their dreams
> >   The day computers died
> >
> >   We were singin' Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi
> >   Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry
> >   And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies
> >   Saying this will be the day I retire
> >   this will be the day I retire
> >
> >   Intel inside in an iron smelter
> >   The food leftover from my fallout shelter
> >   Twinkies old and aging fast
> >   I'd rather eat the grass
> >   Q and A tried for a system crash
> >   With the tester on the sidelines in a cast
> >
> >   Now the timeshare net was running Doom
> >   While mainframes played a marching tune
> >   We all tried to log in
> >   Oh, but we never could begin '
> >
> >   Cause Cobol tried to take the field,
> >   And Holerith refused to yield.
> >   Do you recall what was revealed,
> >
> >   The day computers died?
> >
> >   We started singing Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi
> >   Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry
> >   And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies
> >   Saying this will be the day I retire
> >   this will be the day I retire
> >
> >   There we were all in a state
> >   A generation- really late
> >   With no time left to start again
> >   So come on mouse be nimble, mouse be quick
> >   Don't let my spreadsheet data stick
> >   'Cause data is the devil's only friend.
> >
> >   As I watched him on my screen
> >   My hands and face were drenched in steam
> >   No angel born in hell
> >   Could run that stupid shell
> >   And as the ball climbed high into the night
> >   To call the sacrificial night
> >   I saw Dick Clark laughing with delight
> >   the day computers died.
> >
> >   I met a girl with a cell phone
> >   And I asked her for a dial tone
> >   But she just smiled and turned away
> >   I went down to the software store
> >   Where I'd seen computers years before
> >   But the man there said the games there wouldn't play
> >
> >   And in the streets the children screamed
> >   The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
> >   their interface was spoken
> >   The Internet was broken
> >
> >   And the three things
> >   I connect to most The Website, Lan and the Network host
> >   Every single one was toast
> >   The day computers died
> >
> >   They were singin' Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi
> >   Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry
> >   And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies
> >   Saying this will be the day I retire
> >   this will be the day I retire
> >
> >   Copyright Scott McNulty. July 1999.
> >
> >