Daot Lagorille
08-13-2003, 10:25 PM
So I am at work the other day, and my phone rings:
*bleat* (it doesn't actually sound like a sheep, but I don't care)
It was a colleague of mine, who sort of helped get me started in the whole crazy web-development thing. Now, I'll preface this by saying that this dude has probably forgetten more about strategy gaming than I am ever likely to know, but more importantly, he has been involved in the "big web design game in the sky", by which I mean "on earth" as he is not dead, since day 1, i.e. 1995 or so. The conversation went something....
like this:
Colleage (hereafter to be refered to as "Cap'n Web"): Oh hey man I was just calling to get your input on something as the [name of site withheld to protect the identity of designer, in this case me] site is having some problems.
The site being referred to is one I started in 1999 and after moving on to greener, albeit more cow****-filled pastures, it grew in size, having been maintained by others, and is quite a successful online service - kind of like an advice column that is somewhat abrasive and ultimately unhelpful
Me (hereafter to be referred to as Mr. LaGorille): Oh yeah, eh. Uhh...is this like technical kind of input, or more kind of policy-ish direction...*fades, having lost train of thought*
Cap'n Web: Well I just wanted to give your name to the current guy (a universal term meaning the poor bastard whose job it currently is to webmaster this site), cause a problem came up the other day, and I figured since, well you're like a Grandaddy now - the site's been up for what...4 years now?
Mr. LaGorille (hereafter to be referred to as Reluctant Grandpaw): What.
I'll stop here to avoid embarrassing myself further, but the point of all that crap I just wrote, and hopefully you skipped over, is to ask the age old question:
What in cyberland is "old" and what is "new"? How long does one have to have been around in this bi'niss to be considered a veteran?
I mean, in real estate, it is at least 75-80 years, I think. I will now sit down and hand this over to the peanut gallery, as my arthritis is acting up again...
*bleat* (it doesn't actually sound like a sheep, but I don't care)
It was a colleague of mine, who sort of helped get me started in the whole crazy web-development thing. Now, I'll preface this by saying that this dude has probably forgetten more about strategy gaming than I am ever likely to know, but more importantly, he has been involved in the "big web design game in the sky", by which I mean "on earth" as he is not dead, since day 1, i.e. 1995 or so. The conversation went something....
like this:
Colleage (hereafter to be refered to as "Cap'n Web"): Oh hey man I was just calling to get your input on something as the [name of site withheld to protect the identity of designer, in this case me] site is having some problems.
The site being referred to is one I started in 1999 and after moving on to greener, albeit more cow****-filled pastures, it grew in size, having been maintained by others, and is quite a successful online service - kind of like an advice column that is somewhat abrasive and ultimately unhelpful
Me (hereafter to be referred to as Mr. LaGorille): Oh yeah, eh. Uhh...is this like technical kind of input, or more kind of policy-ish direction...*fades, having lost train of thought*
Cap'n Web: Well I just wanted to give your name to the current guy (a universal term meaning the poor bastard whose job it currently is to webmaster this site), cause a problem came up the other day, and I figured since, well you're like a Grandaddy now - the site's been up for what...4 years now?
Mr. LaGorille (hereafter to be referred to as Reluctant Grandpaw): What.
I'll stop here to avoid embarrassing myself further, but the point of all that crap I just wrote, and hopefully you skipped over, is to ask the age old question:
What in cyberland is "old" and what is "new"? How long does one have to have been around in this bi'niss to be considered a veteran?
I mean, in real estate, it is at least 75-80 years, I think. I will now sit down and hand this over to the peanut gallery, as my arthritis is acting up again...