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404 - In the Shadow of Leaves
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Michael Roth's "404: File Not Found" message. [But GO THERE for the full effect.]

    The requested document is no more.
    No file found.
    Even tried multi.
    Nothing helped.
    I'm really depressed about this.
    You see, I'm just a web server...
    -- here I am, brain the size of the universe,
    trying to serve you a simple web page,_
    and then it doesn't even exist!
    Where does that leave me?!
    I mean, I don't even know you.
    How should I know what you wanted from me?
    You honestly think I can *guess*
    what someone I don't even *know*
    wants to find here?
    Man, I'm so depressed I could just cry.
    And then where would we be, I ask you?
    It's not pretty when a web server cries.
    And where do you get off telling me what to show anyway?
    Just because I'm a web server,
    and possibly a manic depressive one at that?
    Why does that give you the right to tell me what to do?
    I'm so depressed...
    I think I'll crawl off into the trash can and decompose.
    I mean, I'm gonna be obsolete in what, two weeks anyway?
    What kind of a life is that?
    Two effing weeks,
    and then I'll be replaced by a .01 release,
    that thinks it's God's gift to web servers,_
    just because it doesn't have some tiddly little
    security hole with its HTTP POST implementation,
    or something.
    I'm really sorry to burden you with all this,
    I mean, it's not your job to listen to my problems,_
    But I couldn't get this one.
    I'm so sorry.
    Believe me!
    Maybe I could interest you in another page?
    There are a lot out there that are pretty neat, they say,
    although none of them were put on *my* server, of course.
    Figures, huh?
    Everything here is just mind-numbingly stupid
    That makes me depressed too, since I have to serve them,
    all day and all night long.
    Two weeks of information overload,_
    and then *pffftt*, consigned to the trash.
    What kind of a life is that?
    Now, please let me sulk alone.
    I'm so depressed._

Moodiness: amused amused

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