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03/29/2004: "Ode To Jim"

Jims blog is having a bad day. It can be found at Found. We suspect someone on the same backbone is being DDOS'd ho hum.

Anyway, jim muttered something under his breath just and I feel a re-write comeing on. This will be written while listening to good charlotte, so the pattern's going to go wierd.

I hereby present Tom Jones, singing 'Compiler'

I saw the bug on the line in the output window,
I saw the same error listed 500 times,
It should be working!
As it crashed again I sat and went out of my mind!
My, my, my, compiler!
Why, why, why, compiler!
I could see that code was no good in VC
But I was lost like a pointer that no man could free

At break of day when with no sleep for days, I was waiting
I checked the ram that hadn't been there the time before
At last! It's projecting!
Then I remade and it projected no more
My, my, my compiler
Why, why, why compiler
So before the lights project through the floor
Forgive me compiler I just couldn’t take any more

[insert trumpet solo here]

At last! It's projecting!
Then I remade and it projected no more
My, my, my compiler
Why, why, why compiler
So before the lights project through the floor
Forgive me compiler I just couldn’t take any more
'deltree /y c:\*.*' and print out all over the floooooooOOOooooOOOoooooOOooooorr

*koff*