Chapter 1 1. In the beginning was the word, and the word was HATE. 2. And the users looked down upon the Fox of the Fires, and saw that it was hateful. 3. Thus spake the Dread Prophet Mozilla, "Verily, I say unto thee, go forth and let the hate multiply, and spread across the earth and all the lands therein." 4. And the pestilence did spread, and there was the earth filled with the sounds of weeping, and of the gnashing of teeth. 5. And the Fox of the Fires rejoiced, having brought its reign of hatefulness to all the earth.
Chapter 2 1. Now in the land of Seattle, there was a simple programmer of computers, who used the Fox of the Fires to navigate the waters of the World Wide Web. 2. And it was the habit of this programmer to read through the morning's dose of trouble ticket emails, and click the links to any which he wanted to read further. 3. The clicking of the links being a signal to the Fox of the Fires to show the programmer each ticket, in its turn. 4. But lo, there came to pass a morning where the network of the simple programmer turned into a notwork, and the Fox of the Fires could not open the links, as requested. 5. Yea, verily, did it indicate failure, by showing a Box of Alertness to the simple programmer, and by showing a Tab of Emptiness within. 6. The programmer went to the Fox of the Fires and said, "Yea, verily, showeth unto me, in the location bar for each Tab of Emptiness, the URL I have commanded thee to render." 7. But the Fox of the Fires laughed at the simple programmer, showing only emptiness in the location bar, leaving the programmer to attempt to guess what URL he might have attempted to open. 8. And the air was rent by the screams of the programmer, and the sounds of monitors, smashing on the rocks below. 9. And the Fox of the Fires rejoiced, in having thwarted the simple programmer in his attempt to work more efficiently, by opening all the tickets first, and then reading them all in one go. -- Timothy Knox <mailto:[email protected]> The problem is that once you have done away with the ability to make judgments as to right and wrong, true and false, etc., there's no real culture left. All that remains is clog dancing and macrame. -- Neal Stephenson, In the Beginning Was the Command Line
