Okay... I'm still playing catch-up. But, I've got a few extra pics from the last run and should be back on schedule at the top of the hour.
This poem is about Computer Forensics (the book I'm currently reading). Here's the last of it....
You must be cold, you're shaking
Here, these will warm your wrists
Time to book him, Danno
The evidence is all compiled
And evil hidden will be uncovered
Left to stand in its naked ugliness
For the bone collector will find it
And reassemble the skeleton of crime
Pick a pixel, put it in a packet
Find a fragment, make a data stream
Posted by BlueWolf on July 26, 2003 03:49 PM