Three megs of code DAMN. What ever happened

Three megs of code DAMN. What ever happened to the time when we took pride in writing a program in just one line of code that didn't crash and had all the commands needed to do the

unthinkable, or at least undesirable. Such as: </proc:></drop dead>, or </proc:></get me a beer>. I'd been working on that last bit of code for over an hour and was damn thirsty. 4

o'clock and I needed a drink. Then, I remembered. It should be </sudo proc></get me a beer>. As I pressed ENTER, the amber liquid began to flow. Oh, blessed relief. Now I could

not taste the amber liquid because my tongue was analog. If only I could load my consciousness on this Dell I could

No measure of anabolic salvation could pull me from this nightmare, or so I thought. I reached into my left pocket, noticing something was now in there. It was the Dagger of Great

Scott, the most expressive dagger ever made. Forged in the art lava of Bauhaus, it glowed with a critical sheen. "It will have to do." I thought, glumly. I charged

ahead, blade in hand, towards the swarm of enemy masses. One, two! One, two! Each one toppled into the fires below, until

only the wizard remained. With only a few minutes to spare, he struck with all his might, slicing the wizard in half. He knew there was something wrong, as from the wizard's body

issued forth a delicious caramelly goo. This was not truly the wizard, but a chocolate caramel simulacrum. Though evil reigned that day, at least everyone got a chocolaty treat.