In Japan, Sony Vaio machines have replaced the impersonal and unhelpful Microsoft error messages with their own Japanese haiku poetry.

Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.
(Peter Rothman)

A file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
(David J. Liszewski)

The Web site you seek
Can not be located but
Countless more exist.
(Joy Rothke)

Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.
(Suzie Wagner)

ABORTED effort:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask way too much.
(Mike Hagler)

Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.
(Margaret Segall)

First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies
So beautifully.
(Simon Furth)

With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence:
"My Novel" not found.
(Howard Korder)

The Tao that is seen
Is not the true Tao, until
You bring fresh toner.
(Bill Torcaso)

Stay the patient course
Of little worth is your ire
The network is down
(David Ansel)

A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.
(James Lopez)

Three things are certain:
Death, taxes, and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
(David Dixon)

You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.
(Cass Whittington)

Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.
(Frances Heaney)

Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.
(Judy Birmingham)

Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
(Ian Hughes)