| [ Fun ] in KIDS 글 쓴 이(By): ejim (주영이이모�) 날 짜 (Date): 1995년10월05일(목) 05시58분44초 KDT 제 목(Title): If Operating Systems Were Airlines >DOS Air: Passengers walk out onto the runway, grab hold of the plane, >push it until it gets in the air, hop on, then jump off when it hits the >ground. The grab the plane again, push it back into the air, hop on, >jump off... > >Mac Airways: The cashiers, flight attendants, and pilots all look the >same, talk the same, and act the same. When you ask them questions about > >the flight, they reply that you don't want to know, don't need to know, >and would you please return to your seat and watch the movie. > >Windows Airlines: The terminal is neat and clean, the attendants >courteous, the pilots capable. The fleet of Lear jets the carrier >operates is immense. Your jet takes off without a hitch, pushes above >the clouds and, at 20,000 feet, explodes without warning. > >OS/2 Skyways: THe terminal is almost empty - only a few prospective >passengers mill about. The announcer says that a flight has just >departed, although no planes appear to be on the runway. Airline >personnel apologieze profusely to customers in hushed voices, pointing >from time to time to the sleek, powerful jets outside. They tell each >passenger how great the flight will be on theses new jets and how much >safer it will be than Windows Airlines, but they will have to wait a >little longer for the technicians to finish the flight systems. Maybe >until mid-1996. Mayber longer... > >Fly Windows NT: Passengers carry their seats out onto the tarmac and >place them in the outline of a plane. They sit down, flap their arms, >and make jet swooshing sounds as if they are flying. > >Unix Express: Passengers bring a piece of the airplane and box of tools >with them to the airport. They gather on the tarmac, arguing about what >kind of plane they want to build. The passengers split into groups and >build several different aircraft but give them all the same name. Only >some passengers reach their destinations, but all of them believe they >arrived. I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking. - J.Masefield |