In the original computer game of Doom, you not only have to kill things. You have to pulverise them.
quote by Rosamund Pike
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I appreciate the sentiment that I am a popular woman in computer gaming circles; but I prefer being thought of as a computer game designer rather than a woman computer game designer. I don't put myself into gender mode when designing a game.
quote by Roberta Williams
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I always say that my favorite game was Original Adventure, published by both Microsoft and Apple Computer back in 1980.
quote by Roberta Williams
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Computer Age
Cars and trucks
Fly by me on the corner
But Im all right
Standin proud before the signal
When I see the light
I know Im more than just a number.
And I stand before you
Or else we just dont see the other
Computer age computer age
Computer age.
Bikes and vans
Fly by me on the desert
But Im all right
Standing out here in the hot sun
When I see the light
I feel like more than just a number
And I stand before you
Or else we just dont see the other
Computer age computer age
Computer age.
Precious metal lines
Molded into highways
Running through me
So microscopically
Days and nights
Weeks and months and seasons
Rolling through me
So chronologically.
Computer age computer age
Computer age.
I need you
To let me know that theres a heartbeat
Let it pound and pound
And Ill be flying like a free bird
And you need me
Like ugly needs a mirror
And day by day
This horizons getting clearer
Computer age computer age
Computer age.
song performed by by Neil Young
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I don't know why a computer game can't be an art form just as a puppet show or an opera is. I'm still interested in computer games as something I would like to work on someday.
quote by Fred Saberhagen
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My computer
Here is my dearest friend computer.
It is much more cuter than anybody else.
And... it is certainly my best tutor.
I sometimes feel nervous or sad
And it is always neutor, my computer.
But sometimes it behaves like an executer
Showing the things I don't like
Thinking I am just a looker.
It keeps mute as a fish, my computer.
But puts me sometimes into a fluter.
Oh, my dearest computer!
It is such a cure and even rude.
And behaves like a lure.
It can be ruder than anything else
Then I am in a stupor.
But...it is still my super.
It is my best curator.
It gives me a cue or something new.
The rest about it I'll tell you later.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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To tell something original.
She says, you are not original in what you are telling me
Any janitor in your office can always say that seeing that
It is different. I am original in this. I am feeling something.
I am original in this feeling and you do not feel it that way I see these things.
I am leaving you. It is the first time I am feeling this. It is this first time
That I am telling you. I am original. I have long searched what words to use
To tell something original.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Staging An Escape
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Some nights.
Most days...
I'm craving,
A taste of heated fever.
To save,
Myself...
From raging,
And staging an escape.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Some nights.
Most days...
I'm craving,
A taste of heated fever.
To save,
Myself...
From raging,
And staging an escape...
From you.
Baby! Doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom,
From you...
Baby! Doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom,
From you...
Baby! Doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom,
From you...
oooooooo
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today I Think It Would Be Fun
Today i think it would be fun
to go and get a machine gun
today i think i really will
find some nice targets just to kill
today i'll let my anger rise
and when i shoot look in their eyes
today i think will be the same
i'll just play that computer game.
poem by David Keig
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Lacking facility
of course
you are playing
a game
putting the
most powerful
computer
over my head
and ask me to
look for you
may be you
just want
to find the
veracity of your
new creation
if that is the case
this computer
lacks the facility
to do the scan
see it on the screen
right on the top
soon it will be
blinking and crashing
hopefully this task
will not be repeated
dont recall me
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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My Computer
"what?" they say, "you got a
computer?"
it's like I have sold out to
the enemy.
I had no idea so many
people were prejudiced
against
computers.
even two editors have
written me letters about
the computer.
one disparaged the
computer in a mild and
superior way.
the other seemed
genuinely
pissed.
I am aware that a
computer can't create
a poem.
but neither can a
typewriter.
yet, still, once or
twice a week
I hear:
"what?
you have a
computer?
you?"
yes, I do
and I sit up here
almost every
night,
sometimes with
beer or
wine,
sometimes
without
and I work the
computer.
the damn thing
even corrects
my spelling.
and the poems
come flying
out,
better than
ever.
I have no
idea what causes
all this
computer
prejudice.
me?
I want to go
the next step
beyond the
computer.
I'm sure it's
there.
and when I get
it,
they'll say,
"hey, you hear,
Chinaski got a
space-biter!"
"what? "
"yes, it's true!"
"I can't believe
it!"
and I'll also have
some beer or
some wine
or maybe nothing
at all
and I'll be
85 years old
driving it home
to
you and me
and to the little girl
who lost her
sheep.
or her
computer.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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IBM was the original contractor for much of the computer interface design on the film.
quote by Douglas Trumbull
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Demolition Man
Tied to the tracks and the trains just coming,
Strapped to the wing with the engine running,
You say that this wasnt in your plan,
Dont mess around with the demolition man,
Tied to a chair, and the bomb is ticking,
This situation was not of your picking,
You say that this wasnt in your plan,
Dont mess around with the demolition man,
Im a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom,
I kill conversation as I walk into the room,
Im a three line whip,
Im the sort of thing they ban,
Im a walking disaster,
Im a demolition man,
Im a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom,
I kill conversation as I walk into the room,
Im a three line whip,
Im the sort of thing they ban,
Im a walking disaster,
Im a demolition man,
You come to me like a moth to the flame,
Its love you need but I dont play that game,
You kept on coming you should have ran,
Im nobodys friend,
Im a demolition man,
Im a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom,
I kill conversation as I walk into the room,
Im a three line whip,
Im the sort of thing they ban,
Im a walking disaster,
Im a demolition man,
Demolition man...
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Let it Kill
let it kill me and if it doesnt let it try again and again and again till i die, then let it try again and again and finally let it kill me if not then let it try again till i die of pain cause this pain i cannot take, so let it kill until i feel death creep up the corner, let me die with honor or without it just let me die, so let it kill me again and again and if not let it try until i die, for this life i cannot take i have lost all faith so just let me die, let it try to kill me dont set me free come on kill me i refuse mercy or sympathy all i want is death so please let it kill let it send me to death as fast as things go past, let it kill, let it destroy my soul and leave it not whole for i want death, i want death again i say i want death let it kill and if not let it kill again and again till death is all that remain, let it kill
poem by Adens Kamwi
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Regulate Your Flowing
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a -doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-do om-a-doom-a-doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.
Real neat.
And not a picky eater.
Toasted whole wheat,
With jam-a or rye-i.
Pickled beets,
Mixed with chili and green peppers.
Sweetens a deliciousness,
You've gotta once try!
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop- a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a- doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-do om-a-doom-a-doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.
Regulate your flowing,
By going regular.
Regulate your flowing,
By going regular.
Regulate your flowing,
By going regular.
Regulate your flowing,
And go,
Regular.
Real neat.
And not a picky eater.
Toasted whole wheat,
With jam-a or rye-i.
Pickled beets,
Mixed with chili and green peppers.
Sweetens a deliciousness,
You've gotta once try!
Ah...
Doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Ah ah...
Doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Ahhh...
Doom-a -doom-a-doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.
Ah...
Doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Ah ah...
Doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Ahhh...
Doom-a -doom-a-doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.
Regulate your flowing,
By going regular.
Regulate your flowing,
And go,
Regular.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-do om-a-doom-a-doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.
Regulate your flowing,
And go,
Regular.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-do om-a-doom-a-doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.
Regulate your flowing,
Faster!
Regulate your flowing,
Faster!
Regulate your flowing,
And go,
Regular.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-do om-a-doom-a-doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.
Regulate your flowing,
And go,
Regular.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Computer and Man
I am great
All men I educate
I am capable
I am Irresistible,
I have a lot of memory
I answer every query
I have loads of power
Around me mankind hover
I solve problems arithmetical
I carry out operations logical
I am very intelligent
From men I'm different
I am a titan
I am super human
Can you guess
Who I am?
Yes! I am the COMPUTER.
The computer, itself thus prides
And on a high horse it rides.
It cannot comprehend
That man has been his friend
And that he had been behind
The work computer had stream-lined
To execute the multitude of commands
Which man had given for his demands.
Man is equal to the computer
When he speculates he is the man of matter.
As is the computer in man's hands
Is he not the man in God's hands?
.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Computer Cowboy
Well, his cattle each have numbers
And they all eat in a line
When he turns the floodlights on each night
Of course the herd looks perfect!
Computer cowboy.
Well, he rides the range 'til midnight
And the wild coyotes yowl
As he trots beneath the floodlights
And of course the rhythm is perfect!
Computer cowboy.
Ride along computer cowboy
To the city just in time
To bring another system down
And leave your alias behind:
Computer syscrusher.
Computer syscrusher.
Crusher. syscrusher.
Syscrusher.
Come a ky ky yippee yi yippee yi ay
Come a ky ky yippee yi ay.
Come a ky ky yippee yi yippee yi ay
Come a ky ky yippee yi ay.
Computer syscrusher.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Computer Cowboy (a.k.a. Skycrusher)
Well, his cattle each have numbers
And they all eat in a line
When he turns the floodlights on each night
Of course the herd looks perfect!
Computer Cowboy.
Well, he rides the range 'til midnight
And the wild coyotes yowl
As he trots beneath the floodlights
And of course the rhythm is perfect!
Computer Cowboy.
Ride along computer cowboy
To the city just in time
To bring another system down
And leave your alias behind:
Computer syscrusher.
Computer syscrusher.
Crusher. Syscrusher.
Syscrusher.
Come a ky ky yippee yi yippee yi ay
Come a ky ky yippee yi ay.
Come a ky ky yippee yi yippee yi ay
Come a ky ky yippee yi ay.
Computer syscrusher.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Home Alone Distressed Without Working Computer
Home alone without a working computer
I am at a loss
Every few minutes I think to look something up
No Google No Wikipedia Nothing
I want to read my mail
No mail
No entertainments from YouTube either
Where is the joy of perpetually going
From one interesting link to another?
Above all I am lost without my documents
This is my system for work and I cannot write without it
Without my computer I wonder what to do with my time
I do not have patience for all the books on my table
I am used to achieving things
In smaller times and spaces
Without my computer
I cannot be myself
I am lost without it
My mind wanders helplessly toward fixing this one
Or immediately getting another –
Oh why can’t I make just one click
And have it all back?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Demolition Man
Tied to the tracks and the trains just coming
Strapped to the wing with the engine running
You say that this wasnt in your plan
And dont mess around with the demolition man
Tied to a chair, and the bomb is ticking
This situation was not of your picking
You say that this wasnt in your plan
And dont mess around with the demolition man
Im a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom
I kill conversation as I walk into the room
Im a three line whip
Im the sort of thing they ban
Im a walking disaster
Im a demolition man
You come to me like a moth to the flame
Its love you need but I dont play that game
cos you could be my greatest fan
But Im nobodys friend
Im a demolition man
Im a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom
I kill conversation as I walk into the room
Im a three line whip
Im the sort of thing they ban
Im a walking disaster
Im a demolition man
Demolition man...
song performed by by Police
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The Trigger
Everything we do is recorded
in our computer’s memory
to be released at moments
when we least expect them.
A smell or a sound
could be the trigger
to release a memory
and send us hurtling back
to the time when it was recorded.
Some things are sad things
that we hoped
would never be released
and others are of good things
that came our way
making us rejoice over them.
Each lasts for only moments
before returning back
into our computer’s memory.
10 April 2011
poem by David Harris
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