Given the problems I had earlier this month [1], I found this poem [2] (via Violet Impudence [3]) quite appropriate:
I met a programmer the other day > Who said “A vast and blocky plastic box > Stands in my workspace; in it, so they say > Half-dead, a chip from Intel lies, which clocks > 566 M-hertz; the CD (Compact Disc) drive > And fifteen gigs, and bundled AOL (America On-Line) > Must have seemed neat when Reagan was alive > But now the stickers on its lifeless shell > Seem only fit sad memories to revive > And on the light beige case are words that say: > “THIS COMPUTER IS NEVER OBSOLETE > SURF! INVEST! EMAIL! TYPE! SHOP! TRAVEL! PLAY!” > The monitor is dark; near its defeat > My new and shiny MacBook whirs away
There's even a photo [4] of the non-obsolete computer in question.
[3] http://violetimpudence.tumblr.com/post/131491956440/slatestarscratchpad-alienpapacy-i-met-a
[4] http://slatestarscratchpad.tumblr.com/image/131389328496