Geeks and Blogs
Here in the pub, we are having a bit of a sticky wicket with geeks. One of the patrons seems to have moved in permanently, eschewing the concept of working from home in favor of working from pub. There sits Ian the Geek, which reminds us of Ivan the Great (who was rather less imperious, but we digress) plying his trade bathed by our wireless fidelity.
He seems content, almost meditative, as the radio frequencies of our LAN compete within the din of the ocean of electromagnetic spectra in which we all swim, or perhaps tread, or even bob, trying to keep our virtual heads above the water.
Though he has no visible means of support, his constant friend Isaac the Autodidact showed us Ian's resume:
e++++, W+++, t+++, UL+++$, GCS, d?, s-:-s, a-, C++++, U+++, L++++
Which we are somewhat trepid to mention that the Rosetta Stone for this obscure fair use quotation was found through Robert A. Hayden. Thank you, Robert. There was some fear that when he sifts through his links, he may be tempted to visit Molly's Pub where he may find it rather sluggish to load, and gasp at a bit of regrettable HTML. Forgive us, we are only e+++ and GH.
Ian is in high demand writing something called “HTML” which strains him not a whit, but which Isaac defines thusly:
Websites
Building websites becomes a vocation,
Finding content can be a frustration
And “HTML”
Means, “Here thee meets hell”
While expressing your vocalization.
Here at Molly's Ian has found the succor of companionship, service to the table, electrons for the laptop, and even the odd bit of clothing from the lost and found box hidden under the counter.
From time to time, he ventures to the plush-chaired, oak-paneled, baroque quietude of the room reserved for the Upstairs People, where Mrs. VanderWyden-Crutchfield looks at him askance, noting his pocket-protector with laser pointer and spectacles taped at the hinge.
We are in a conundrum, for Ian's debit card is unfailingly constant, and unlike our esteemed patron Mrs. VanderWyden-Crutchfield, he does not require the running tab, such trivialities as paying as you go being rather déclassé. Eventually her “of counsel” shall clean it up, as is his wont.
Howsomever, after “ftp”ing the product of his daily labors to some distant employer who has never actually met him, should Isaac be unavailable for a bull session, Ian pursues the pastime of blogging.
Nor must Ian the Geek run the odd errand, for he is paid in electrons which he passes on to his creditors for the odd online purchase. Such parcels come directly to the pub for, presumably, our blogger has not yet figured out how to receive DI++++ in hardcopy by attachment.
For those of you who aspire to be “mini- geeks, with your own website, step this way...
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