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Error 404^^

  • The requested document is totally fake.
  • No "nosuchfile" here.
  • 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,
  • *sigh*
  • 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, huh?
  • 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 nasty little 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,
  • and I guess it is my job to go and fetch web pages for you.
  • 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...