it s not pretty when a web server cries

• bir web server'dan duyduğunuzda ne yapacağınızı şaşıtan cümle.bunu söyleyen bunları da söyledi...
  
  "the requested document http://www.x.com/ is not on this server.
  i even tried matching your request
  with all the re-mapped pages i
  but nothing helped.
  i'm really depressed about this.
  you see, i'm a really good web server...
  but here i am, brain the size of the universe,
  trying to serve you a simple web page,
  and it doesn't even exist!
  i mean, i don't even know you.
  how should i know what you wanted from me?
  you honest_you honestly think i can *guess*,
  what someone i don't even *know*,
  wants to find here? *sigh*
  man, i'm so depressed i could just cry.
  and then where would we be, i ask you?
  it's not pretty when a web server cries.
  and where do you get off telling me what to show anyway?
  just because i'm a web server,
  and possibly a manic depressive one at that?
  why does that give you the right to tell me what to do?
  huh?
  i'm so depressed...
  i think i'll crawl off into the trash can and decompose.
  i mean, i'm gonna be obsolete in what, two weeks anyway?
  what kind of a life is that?
  two effing weeks,_ two effing weeks,
  and then i'll be replaced by a .01 release,
  that thinks it's god's gift to web servers,
  just because it doesn't have some tiddly little
  security hole with its http post implementation,
  or something.
  i'm really sorry to burden you with all this,
  i mean, it's not your job to listen to my problems,_
  and i guess it is my job to go and fetch web pages for you.
  but i couldn't get this one
  i'm so sorry.
  believe me!
  maybe i could interest you in another page?
  there are a lot out there that are pretty neat, they say,
  with lots of pretty naked web servers on them,
  although none of them were put on *my* server, of course.
  figures, huh?
  everything here is just mind-numbingly stupid.
  that makes me depressed too, since i have to serve them, all day and all night long.
  two weeks of information overloadand then *pffftt*, consigned to the trash.
  what kind of a life is that?
  now, please let me sulk alone.
  i'm so depressed."
  
  (bkz: postmodern 404 hata iletisi)