All was quiet the other day in the office, jolly afternoon with soft breeze and tender sun. Then out of nowhere the unexpected came- a blackout, accompanied by simultaneous mournful cries of mouse manipulators who had not yet mastered the art of save and load, grieving over the sudden death of their loved ones. At the funeral, the once stilly office was now populated with voices.
3 comments:
You make lost data sound so trajic! :)
er tragic.
Because it is! Let's hope that it won't happen to my dissertation.
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