Saturday, May 19, 2012
It is Saturday, the day of old Kronos, not kindly Father Time (or is that Khronos?) nor morose Saturn. It is the day of the revenge of the Ancient. It is the day you look at the ruins of the datafield and mourn the loss of innocence — and failing this, the lack of backups.
And yet, there is hope. We have gone to war against Titanes and Gigantes, and we are winning, order retrieved byte by byte from the primordial chaos to which they threaten to descend.
This day, this day of wrath, we buy new machines, and they will usurp the rule of the old. This day, we clear the desktop and build anew, from single bricks of molten aluminium and glass.