Geek Becomes Super HTML Killer
My young mentor, Jared, and I dined at MacDonald’s Tuesday evening. He had his usual quarter pounder with no cheese, fries and a drink . I had another coupon so I had the grilled chicken and quarter pounder with cheese. The only thing missing was a little candle on the table for atmosphere. Afterward we headed up to the office with my stomach again grumbling in protest to the abuse.
I hooked up my laptop and told him what I needed on this night.
“I want to get rid of as much flash as I can on my website,” I said. He had told me that flash actually inhibits the search engines from finding my site. I sat and watched intently as he pulled up my Dreamweaver program where I have my site. He opened the code. Yes, the Code! The HTML code that sends shivers through mere mortals like me. He began searching.
It was then that I realized Jared is the Geek Superhero. “What we need to do is search out this particular code, he said. “So let’s do it.” A cape suddenly appeared on his back with a capital G on it. My God, I was in the presence of Super Geek!
Jared ran his fingers over the screen to direct the cursor and dove down after it. I grabbed his cape and held on for dear life as we rushed headlong down into the Code.
Cyberspace roared past my ears with a deafening silence.
“What we want to do is get rid of this.” With a quick highlight and delete, J-Man obliterated the villainous piece of code. “And this.” He swept his cursor through the screen and wiped out HTML pieces before they could gather forces against him.
I admit I didn’t understand what I was watching but it was a graceful and glorious site. I clung to the cape so I didn’t get lost in the HTML jungle as he continued searching and destroying.
Bad Code! Highlight! Delete. Boom! Gone! Yaaay Super Geek!
We made our way back up. When I got my breath back I took an anti-acid to settle my stomach, quivering from the fast ride and fast food.
Later he loaded a new program that would help make a few things more efficient but he moved faster than the human eye could follow so I just watched and nodded with interest.
When he finished, the cape disappeared. It was 8 p.m. I watched him step outside and disappear into the darkness, knowing, beneath that quiet exterior, his true identity.
I lit my pipe, and followed him into the night.