I’m changing topics this morning to share with you 12 funny error messages that were seen on Japanese computers a number of years ago. Some were written in Haiku, and they’re really pretty funny, unless, of course, it’s happening to you. Our computers are more reliable now, but these sayings still make me laugh!
Aren’t these better than less imaginative phrases like, “Your computer has performed an illegal operation”?
12 Funny Error Messages
1. Chaos reigns within. Reflect, repent, and reboot. Order shall return.
2. Program aborting. Close all that you have worked on. You ask far too much.
3. Windows NT crashed. I am the Blue Screen of Death. No one hears your screams.
4. Yesterday it worked…. Today, it is not working. Windows is like that.
5. Your file was so big. It might be very useful. But now it is gone.
6. Stay the patient course. Of little worth is your ire. The network is down.
7. A crash reduces your expensive computer to a simple stone.
8. Three things are certain: Death, taxes, and lost data. Guess which has occurred?
9. You step in the stream, but the water has moved on. This page is not here.
10. Out of memory. We wish to hold the whole sky. But we never will.
11. Having been erased, the document you’re seeking must now be retyped. (Not so funny!)
12. Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
These still make me laugh, and I’ve read them quite a few times. I hope you enjoy them, too.
Next week I will share books, magazines, and TV shows I find inspiring. Feel free to message me with those things that have inspired you!
Until then, I wish you happiness.
Another hummingbird gets to live a long and happy life in gardens and at hummingbird feeders thanks to a neighbor who warned me another baby was trapped in an entranceway.
She helped me get the tallest ladder out of the garage, then held it while I climbed several steps higher than I ever want to go. The baby looked like it had been there a while, but still had enough energy to flutter against the glass ceiling trying to get out.
I climbed the last two steps — don’t do this at home unless you are very sure-footed or have someone to help with the ladder — and reached up to gently gather the little bird in my hands. As scared as it was, somehow hummingbirds know I am trying to help them. Sometimes it takes a while, but sooner or later, they flutter down to the ledge where I can reach them. One little guy clung desperately with his little toes, so I waited for him to relax then carefully lifted him off the ledge.
The tricky part is getting down off a tall ladder while holding a bird in your hands. I take my time and the hummingbirds stay still inside my cupped hands. They all seem to know they are being helped and don’t struggle at all. As I always do, I spoke to him softly, warning him (it looked like a boy) not to come close to houses anymore because they are dangerous. He, and all his relatives before him, watched me as I whispered to him. None of them show any fear, and one was so tired he stayed on my open hand quite a while before he caught his breath and took off. This one only took a few moments before it was ready to fly away home.
Hummingbirds are wonderful little birds. They have feelings and personality, as do all of the creatures in this world. I’m not even afraid of spiders anymore, unless they’re too big! Even they show fear, and I wonder, if they can be afraid, what other feelings might they possess? I must say one thing about a terrible picture I saw of a trapped monkey a couple of days ago. He had to bend down because his arms were tightly tied behind his back. That picture still haunts me, and I wonder how mankind can be so cruel.
I ask all of you to realize how close we are in many ways to the creatures who share this world. Please be kind.
If you have saved an animal in need of your help, please write me. I’d love to know your story, and if you choose, perhaps we could share it here in a future blog.
Thank you for joining me and reading my first blog. I’m looking forward to connecting with you and sharing our stories. In the future, I will discuss the process of everything it takes to write a magical adventure series, as well as other topics of interest.
I’d like for you to tell me your stories, too. Let’s start with an animal that means the most to you, like a favorite dog that’s your best friend, or a cat that sits in your lap and keeps you company. Perhaps a bird that is amazingly smart, or even a gerbil or hamster buddy. I’d love for you to tell me about them!
Now for my story about tiny, colorful birds that have always been special to me. A friend told me hummingbirds bring her good luck!
Hummingbirds have been coming into my life for many years. The first was a young bird whose mother built her nest too close to the walkway to my apartment. I could tell he was a boy because he just acted like one. He didn’t have any feathers yet. He was still covered with soft brown down when I first saw him, and I thought he needed help. Something I have learned is that parents keep an eye on their young even after they leave the nest, so it’s best to leave young birds alone. Anyway, in my zeal to help this little one, who would probably have been fine without me, I took him home and put him on a pocket of Kleenex in a small cup.
Every two hours, I mixed honey into some water and fed him with an eyedropper. I took him to work with me, put him in his new nest on top of a cabinet and fed him on schedule. The first days, I’d fill his craw with honey water, but he soon got the hang of it and drank on his own. After a while, he recognized me, and would stand up on his little legs and stretch out his neck for a meal. I held the eyedropper for him to suck out the nectar with his tongue.
He was doing well, and when his iridescent green feathers started coming in, I wondered how I was going to teach him to fly. His story was short, though, because I thought he’d like some sun, and one weekend I left him on the windowsill too long. I thought I was being kind, but I was wrong. His trust in me made the hurt even stronger, but he did teach me to be more careful with other birds and creatures who have come to me for help over the years.
The amazing thing about hummingbirds is they are fearless. If I get too close to their favorite flowers in my garden, they will dive-bomb me, whirring their wings in warning. Sometimes, one will fly right up, face me straight on, and look me in the eye, as though trying to figure out what kind of strange bird I am. Once a hummingbird flew up to greet me, as though it recognized me. I’m sure it was one of the little ones I saved before. Nearly every year, some young one will fly into our glass-covered entryway. When they are trapped against the slanted ceiling, I get out my tall stepladder and climb up to where I can reach them if they come down to my level. The amazing little birds will actually flutter to the lower edge of the glass, perch on the ledge, and wait for me (more or less) to cup them in my hands.
After I make my way down the ladder, I walk with them to the center of our cul de sac and softly warn them to stay away from buildings because they are dangerous. They aren’t afraid of me. They watch me talking to them, and they actually seem to be listening to my words. I feel so close to these trusting little creatures. Their trust warms my heart. When I open my hands, they usually sit for a moment if they’re tired, then take off fast, making a beeline for home.
Someone told me that when a person is curious, consistent, non-threatening, and patient enough, the usual boundaries between species can be erased. I believe this completely and have proven it to myself again and again. Try it, if you like. You will receive much more than you give.