We spent the weekend watching the whole of Neon Genesis Evangelion. I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would. We arranged the showing (there were roughly 9 of us in total, but that fluctuated) because I knew that if I didn't watch it all at once, I never would. I expected a mecha show, but although there were mechs (and very cool ones, trailing enormous power cords, which I found hysterically funny), the anime wasn't really about them. I found it pretty good, although someone expecting a show about mecha might find it disppointing. It reminded me of Full Metal Panic but I won't say why since that could be a spoiler, and I don't want to do that.
The result of all that is that I feel completely square-eyed - so much so that we didn't watch anything tonight. I spent the time trying to do some of the First Story, and I'm quite pleased with the result. Unfortunately, I think it's going to take a while to do, although once I get the hang of using the computer it should be easier. I got half of one page done in a short evening, which I think isn't too bad.
Throughout the graphical manipulations, I had this little poem running through my head, so I'm going to share it with you all (you can blame this on Kazuhiko as well). I found it appropriate although I was doing graphics and not spreadsheets.
Abort, Retry, Ignore
Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bedsheets,
Still I sat there, doing spreadsheets:
Having reached the bottom line,
I took a floppy from the drawer.
Typing with a steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE command
But got instead a reprimand: it read "Abort, Retry, Ignore."
Was this some occult illusion? Some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices Solomon himself had never faced before.
Carefully, I weighed my options.
These three seemed to be the top ones.
Clearly, I must now adopt one:
Choose Abort, Retry, Ignore.
With my fingers pale and trembling,
Slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee
Finally I pressed a key -
But on the screen what did I see?
Again: "Abort, Retry, Ignore."
I tried to catch the chips off-guard -
I pressed again, but twice as hard.
Luck was just not in the cards.
I saw what I had seen before.
Now I typed in desperation
Trying random combinations
Still there came the incantation:
Choose: Abort, Retry, Ignore.
There I sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
And then I saw an awful sight:
A bold and blinding flash of light -
A lightning bolt had cut the night and shook me to my very core.
I saw the screen collapse and die
"Oh no - my database," I cried.
I thought I heard a voice reply,
"You'll see your data Nevermore."
To this day I do not know
The place to which lost data goes.
I bet it goes to heaven where the angels have it stored.
But, as for productivity, well
I fear that it goes straight to hell.
And that's the tale I have to tell.
Your choice: Abort, Retry, Ignore.
Needless to say, I was saving every two minutes in fear of Pen dying on me mid-doodle..
- Sun Kitten, 24th September '02