what's with the high koo stuff?

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It is evident to all that Tricia writes this stuff she calls high koo. Perhaps if it was law koo, I could understand it. But it just doesn't make that much sense to me. Poetry should rime. rhyme, ryum, or however it's spelled.

A sigh is just a whisper

Emitting from the heart;

But, should it ever change its course,

It then becomes a fart.

There, that's poetry. It has rhyme, meter, and a noble sentiment.

Now, will someone, perhaps Robert, explain the attraction of the high koo to me?


-- gene (ekbaker@essex1.co,), June 13, 2001


oops, I meant to type "low koo" not "law koo", though there may such a genre of koo also.

-- gene (ekbaker@essex1.com), June 14, 2001.

I see red lights reflecting

feel pangs of remorse

for not slowing down sooner.

-- helen (law@koo.gene), June 14, 2001.

Awesome, Helen, now I think I understand. But I still prefer rhyme and meter.

-- Gene (ekbaker@essex1.com), June 14, 2001.

Um... lovely Gene, just lovely. ;-) Haiku is simply a form of poetic expression. The first stanza is 5 syllables and so is the third. The 2nd or middle stanza is 7 syllables. I prefer limericks myself! :-)

Helen, did someone get a speeding ticket? ;-)

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), June 14, 2001.

Gayla, I got my haiku rules backward with the syllable count. That's crime enough around here. Might get me arrested and put in some Canadian jail where I won't have to cook or clean or do laundry or feed anybody ... say, mebbe I oughta do that again for attention.

As for the situation mentioned in my lawkoo: I was doing around 20 miles over the limit on my way to work when I got pulled over. It was one of the cops who helped me the day my car burned at the busiest intersection in town. I was overjoyed to see him again, because I hadn't properly thanked him at the time. I told him I didn't have any idea how fast I was going because I wasn't paying attention until he flashed his lights, but I sure was glad to see it was him. And I meant it. It was all I could do not to hug him.

I got a warning. I'd have kissed him for that, but he was already on his way back to his car before I realized what he had given me.

-- helen, scourge of the school zone (faster@the.draw), June 15, 2001.

I know diddly about such things as the rules for proper usage of the "Queen's English" and this poetry stuff is far beyond the power of my puny and enfeebled mind to comprehend. However, in deference to our "Fair Princess of the Great White North" I shall pass along some of that "High Poo" stuff which a friend sent to me.

Some programmers in Japan have replaced the impersonal and unhelpful Microsoft Error messages with Haiku poems.

Haiku poetry has strict construction rules. Each poem has only three lines, 17 syllables: five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, five in the third.

Haiku's are used to communicate a timeless message, often achieving a wistful yearning and powerful insight through extreme brevity - the essence of Zen.

Here are the new error messages, haiku style:

Your file was so big. It might be very useful. But now it is gone.

The website you seek Cannot be located, But countless more exist.

Chaos reigns within. Reflect, repent, and reboot. Order shall return.

Program aborting: Close all that you have worked on. You ask far too much.

Windows NT crashed. I am the Blue Screen of Death. No one hears your screams.

Yesterday it worked. Today it is not working. Windows is like that.

First snow, then silence. This thousand dollar screen dies So beautifully.

With searching comes loss And the presence of absence: "My Novel" not found.

The Tao that is seen Is not the true Tao, until You bring fresh toner.

Stay the patient course. Of little worth is your ire. The network is down.

A crash reduces Your expensive computer To a simple stone.

Three things are certain: Death, taxes and lost data. Guess which has occurred.

You step in the stream, But the water has moved on. This page is not here.

Out of memory. We wish to hold the whole sky, But we never will.

Having been erased, The document you're seeking Must now be retyped.

Serious error. All shortcuts have disappeared. Screen. Mind. Both are blank.

I don't know poetry, but I sure do know what some of these things make reference to.


BTW: Ms Gayla, don't use your "Grammar Hammer" on me. I am well beyond redemption or repair.


-- S.O.B. (buffgun@hotmail.com), June 15, 2001.

Gene, Robert must be away for some reason. He loves to make fun of my hatch-u! (Gesundheit!)

SOB!!!! How nice to see you again! And I love those haiku, most lighten the burden of computers delightfully :-)

-- Tricia the Canuck (jayles@telusplanet.net), June 15, 2001.


-- helen (lol@sob.post), June 16, 2001.

Low cue is only a problem when the table gets cut ......

High cue is when you try to put reverse English on the top of the ball....which happens naturally all the time in Australia - so they need to use low cue get regular English under the bottom of the ball... (It's complicated, I know, but please bare with me. Alaskan, brown, or grizzly, doesn't matter which.)

"Hi Cue!" is what Moe said in the 30's.

Law cue, on the other hand, is when the baliff says "All rise, the court is now in session."

-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), June 19, 2001.

Thank-you, Robert, for that succinct explanation that (as usual) made everything as clear as mud.

But I thought that law-cue was what happened after the trial when they law-cue up and throw away the key!

-- Tricia the Canuck (jayles@telusplanet.net), June 19, 2001.

"But I thought that law-cue was what happened after the trial when they law-cue up and throw away the key! "


-- helen (g@d.v), June 20, 2001.

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