Tuesday, August 30, 2011

The error is, if it goes wrong

The error is, if it goes wrong
Computer not be wrong. As long as the world does exactly what it should.
And that makes them so often. If not, does this have to do with a yellow
rabbit.

Let's call it simply the yellow rabbit effect. As you walk in the
morning from the house or sits at home on the desk, and then instead of
the usual downloads happen suddenly and unexpectedly large, flashy
things. Things that we all really expect more, but then the surprise
when they happen.
No, not that God can not. We wish him all the best. Rather the things
that nobody would come. The things that sound more like a joke, just as
the American fondness for fizzy drinks from Bin Laden. - If anyone
should remember him, the guy that the Pakistani cricket balls their
children were never returned. That's him.
Back to the Internet. Suppose that a shark would bite through an
Internet cable, or someone steals the warehouse with Google servers,
where all search results are stored for German websites. Or cosmic rays
are suddenly the evil of defenseless small extinguisher in front of him
spinning disks.
It all sounds stupid, OK upgrade, but for precisely such cases, Google
eats itself and fully aware that one studies the luxury of a very
unlikely but possible event and the preparations for it. And in fact
everything that has nothing to do with data and servers, but it has an
undeniable effect on her. Sure would be a little weird before. But what
if, and then give no more? Exactly. Google.
Also very unlikely it may be that my wife bought a Windows machine as
their next computer. But it is not really care what operating system you
are using their laptop or smart phone in hand, after a short time one
could keep the unit well for a medium sized yellow rabbit. By the time
he makes it now because once again muttering to himself and lands on the
keyboard, I leave out of sheer will to survive the room.
I think the more courageous message that you want to have in Windows 8
now developed a foolproof copy a file to a folder. Just wait, guys, your
phone number I give to my wife. And then we just look even know if they
are not yet a turning place, even such simple and seemingly driven by
twenty-five years to really break-resistant routines such as copying
files into madness.
The yellow bunny is everywhere. Watch out, soon he'll come to you.

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