It was there. The phrasing was perfect
, with a scansion, rhyme, and reason that would carry the idea forward into the ages.
Then the wiki ate it.
The technology failed. The screen came back all-white, or the dreaded "could not find server
" message popped up. note
You curse Gus
, Fast Eddie
, Larry Roberts
, and all ISP's, everywhere, and Seth
, because somehow it must
be Seth's fault. Cf. the dreaded Data Vampires
You resolve to always work the thing up in an application that can be saved on your PC
. Again. Because the last four times you swore to do that ... it wasn't as bad as this one. This
time you're serious!
See also The Database Hates Me