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As proof to the ridiculous incompatibility between Netscape 7.02/7.1 and Windows, I offer this example: I decided to gamble on an upgrade to the newer version of Netscape, which was being advertised by the droves.
What should happen but an invariable, uncomprehending, faults that show the irreconciliability of AOL Netscape and Windows?
Faltered, I proceeded to uninstall Netscape in its entirety and tried to download the older version, only to be hamped by the inability to download one file, mail.x??? † because there was such great demand for the file and I would have to try again later. Tried, I did, days after days, until I finally succeeded.
Then, I hit a damning snag: Netscape 7.02, the older version, would not run. What came up was not any faults but a yellow screen with red text, indicating some kind of codeshit that the programmer had forgotten to hide. I don't know what's the name for that, but that was what it was. Just lines of "text windows# blah, blah, blah."
This is just one step toward the loss of faith in one of my great hope that would continue to rival Internet Explorer. Alas, the demise was already foreseen by so many commentaries that I was too blind to its faults.
Of course, the success of Netscape 7.02 before I installed Netscape 7.1 had enlivened me to the point of praising them for such a good program, but now, I realize that it must fail. And other programs will take its place, like Mozilla.
What should happen but an invariable, uncomprehending, faults that show the irreconciliability of AOL Netscape and Windows?
Faltered, I proceeded to uninstall Netscape in its entirety and tried to download the older version, only to be hamped by the inability to download one file, mail.x??? † because there was such great demand for the file and I would have to try again later. Tried, I did, days after days, until I finally succeeded.
Then, I hit a damning snag: Netscape 7.02, the older version, would not run. What came up was not any faults but a yellow screen with red text, indicating some kind of codeshit that the programmer had forgotten to hide. I don't know what's the name for that, but that was what it was. Just lines of "text windows# blah, blah, blah."
This is just one step toward the loss of faith in one of my great hope that would continue to rival Internet Explorer. Alas, the demise was already foreseen by so many commentaries that I was too blind to its faults.
Of course, the success of Netscape 7.02 before I installed Netscape 7.1 had enlivened me to the point of praising them for such a good program, but now, I realize that it must fail. And other programs will take its place, like Mozilla.
So for this, am I d_____
I yet still feel some sort of prudence washing upon me that puts such fire in an effect to cancel out my passion. It, my passion, shall not succeed, though I fear that I will lose all its, of my prudence, manners by the end of my days. O, come what would, but Shame has such unpleasant face!
What personalities shall I have, that I seek to find, only to learn the sluttish manners in that they may proceed. This calm of reasoning above passion shall reign dominant and supreme until that day comes. What will happen? I do not know, and I will not proceed to find out more. O, such a ringing in my ear, like some contorted ballet, endless, repetitive, but that demon Shame and its constituents in all their ugly pomps!
I yearn to prove that my supplication is not in vain, but request made of God is duly answered in His own time. If so, when might I receive it and prove unto the populace that I am not dodgy. O, that acceptance may come soon, to battle back that Shame, with wicked, smiling face, who is such a villain in the plot!
O, Shame! I banish thee! Thou art banished! From my mind, from the room, from the house, from the world! If only such thing was possible, that we would not feel Shame's effect upon the most gratuitous, that coupled with envy, says pretty much nothing at all. And that is what Shame wants, total silence, total paralysis, such panic that we all must freeze, or find ways to deny, avert, or flee, flee, flee far from home to a place where no one knows your name, cares about you, so that you may live life in peace. O, Shame, if I keep silence, then you have won! But I will bless the light and scorn the darkness, when I can finally declare bitter victory against you, after so many long years! O, Shame! You do not deserve the worthiness to be put upon the page, to waste bits and bytes, and yet, to do not so would in effect give Shame his/her/its greatest moment of power, whose arts have been mastered!
O, Shame, Indecence, Obscenity, you find your last days among us! After you have ravaged all the sins presented in Christian Book, you come to hide behind us in the coming days of . . .
I enjoy upheavals; and it's high time that the nation, and the world, is due for them.
I yet still feel some sort of prudence washing upon me that puts such fire in an effect to cancel out my passion. It, my passion, shall not succeed, though I fear that I will lose all its, of my prudence, manners by the end of my days. O, come what would, but Shame has such unpleasant face!
What personalities shall I have, that I seek to find, only to learn the sluttish manners in that they may proceed. This calm of reasoning above passion shall reign dominant and supreme until that day comes. What will happen? I do not know, and I will not proceed to find out more. O, such a ringing in my ear, like some contorted ballet, endless, repetitive, but that demon Shame and its constituents in all their ugly pomps!
I yearn to prove that my supplication is not in vain, but request made of God is duly answered in His own time. If so, when might I receive it and prove unto the populace that I am not dodgy. O, that acceptance may come soon, to battle back that Shame, with wicked, smiling face, who is such a villain in the plot!
O, Shame! I banish thee! Thou art banished! From my mind, from the room, from the house, from the world! If only such thing was possible, that we would not feel Shame's effect upon the most gratuitous, that coupled with envy, says pretty much nothing at all. And that is what Shame wants, total silence, total paralysis, such panic that we all must freeze, or find ways to deny, avert, or flee, flee, flee far from home to a place where no one knows your name, cares about you, so that you may live life in peace. O, Shame, if I keep silence, then you have won! But I will bless the light and scorn the darkness, when I can finally declare bitter victory against you, after so many long years! O, Shame! You do not deserve the worthiness to be put upon the page, to waste bits and bytes, and yet, to do not so would in effect give Shame his/her/its greatest moment of power, whose arts have been mastered!
O, Shame, Indecence, Obscenity, you find your last days among us! After you have ravaged all the sins presented in Christian Book, you come to hide behind us in the coming days of . . .
I enjoy upheavals; and it's high time that the nation, and the world, is due for them.
