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That was awesome. I am reminded that I have no Cream on my iPod, and I have no idea how that happened.
In context, that is absolutely outstanding. What a set-up, though, with someone mentioning Ulysses as another software option just before.
Anyone who does not know Cream is culturally ignorant,
I like the guy further down the string that says: "I like pens."He's like the guy in discussions about which Stooge is your favorite that blurts out: "I like Shemp."Fantastic Cream White Room Video Goodness: Hydraulic License Rock
Quill pens are best. You have to take extra time to dip fresh ink every few words, and you can think of the greatest stuff in the intervals. Oral bardic composition is better than any pen, though: that's how you discover tales of brave Ulysses.
Green blink the screens of our youth while black curtains close upon our boomer lives.
The default appearance of WriteRoom is weirdly retro. It caused 70's flashbacks and inspired my last comment.A little while later my thoughts coalesced, for some reason, in Elizabethan blank verse: Green blink the screens of youth, while hands of timeDraw blackest curtain 'cross our boomer lives.Yet still the verdant glowing line is writSputtering upon a darkened pageJust as it was so many years gone byWhen we in mystic springtime yet did dwell.In those past days there sat the long-hair'd ladsBefore grey painted, humming boxes thatDispens'd a wisdom digital so rareThat they did willing by the hour stareAt flick'ring bilious green and darkest black.O power of the necromancer's artCannot compare to knowledge thus imbib'd.'Twas like the bargain Faustus made, to wit:A share of riches, modest fame, stock optionsThy fate will be if only thou wouldst peerAnd learn the meaning of these phantoms thatDo spring upon the screen without relent,And trade thy soul for work at Microsoft.By software made upon a distant shoreWhere programmers and fishermen are met,We have again what eyes should ne'er see:The phantoms of our youth in green and black.O cursed shades! Go from my living sight!And let me live with naught but pixels bright!
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