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here.
In the beginning, there was nothing but Apple. And the
PC
was without
form and void, and the darkness was on the
face
of its hard drive. And Bill said, Let there be DOS: And
there was DOS. And Bill
looked upon it, and it was
good,
and with it the PC slew the Apple. And DOS grew and
grew,
until its number was legion if you counted the decimal
points, and still it was good.
And Bill grew large with ambition, and he decreed there
should be a processor of words; and lo, there was Word.
And
Bill sayeth, Let there be a thingy for the crunching of
numbers, and lo, there was Excel, and did his kingdom
grow
apace.
But there had arisen in the land the thing called
Macintosh, sprung from the intransigent Apple-men, and
Bill
looked upon it, and it was better
Rapidly did he decree that Word should be made to run
upon
it, and after that Excel, and then all the other fruits
of
his efforts, but still he was wrathful.
So Bill did order his minions to come forth with
Windows,
and when they did, he looked upon it, and it was bad.
So he sent them back to try again, assuring all the
world
they would get it right this time, yet they did not.
Unrelenting, Bill forced yet a third mighty blow, and
when
it came forth, Bill did order his
trumpets to blow, and
his
chorus to sing, and his criers to cry, until the din
could
be heard throughout the land; and when he looked upon
this
third version of Windows, he saw it was not all that
great,
but like hotcakes did it sell.
And thus did Bill gloat, for the world proclaimed he
had
matched the lowly Macintosh, and his praises were sung
throughout the land.
And so he ordered another, mightier, more magnificient
version made, and his henchmen and henchwomen did labor
hard.
Still it was not forthcoming in the year promised, nor
the
year promised next, and rumors did abound, and
magazines
did overflow with secret peeks, and columnists did heap
their scorn upon it. And came the minions of the
Justice
Department, bent upon proving Bill monopolous, yet
before
his wrath did they quail, and proclaim him innocent,
mostly.
And that which was once called Chicago became known as
Windows 95, and the suspense built throughout the land,
and
Bill, remembering what had gone before, set about
building
a great Hype.
Into his Hype he put the greatest mouths of the land,
and
scattered the fruits of his profits so heavily that he
bought hosts of angels to sing, and Rolling Stones
songs,
and trumpets and horns and drums without number. As the
time of birthing grew nigh, he purchased television
time
without end, and appeared thereon himself, and bought
entire editions of newspapers to give away unto the
faithful, and traveling circuses to visit each great
city.
And so when Windows 95 was born did hysteria rule the
land,
as the choirs sang and the trumpets and horns did blare
and
the televisions and the newspapers charge their
followers
to go forth and buy.
Heeding this, the populace did rush to the marketplace
at
the stroke of midnight, when even the cock doth sleep,
and
did push and shove and come even to blows the better to
secure their own copies lest they be thought ignorant,
or
uncool, or hamsters in the eyes of Bill.
And Bill looked upon what he had wrought, and he
giggled,
and rubbeth his hands together, and even in the moment
of
his triumph, began to think of Next Time. ..