... and Bert shall lay with Lucy henceforth until a great confusion ensues and Bert loses his teeth, yeah, mightily, upon Mike’s cuckold fist
by Tim Rideout
Tim Two Point Oh
I finally bit the bullet and finished the bulk of the development on my site - version 2.0. I wanted my site to be, well, better. And cooler. And faster. And have more chicks. All these highly technical issues have been addressed in this huge upgrade, and I’m happy to say the Beta version is officially launched.
This Site Doesn’t Suck
The old site was a static website. That means the content doesn’t change - or rarely. And when it does, it’s a pain in the ass to do. The new and improved Tim Rideout site is a dynamic site, written in PHP, and uses a CMS (Content Management System) called SPIP Without going into detail, it’s really easy to update, looks great and just really rocks.
A Man Behind Another Man
SpipJedi
If you only knew the true power of the dark side of CMS
And who got this site up and running, you may ask? I bet you thought it was me. I bet you thought with all my Ulitmate and Mighty geekGeekNot to be confused with freak; primarily solitary creature; habitats include living rooms, arcades and Dungeons & Dragons conventions; enjoys videogames, LOTR and Star Wars (except the really suxx0rz first three episodes) ; knows what’s cool even if others don’t get it; doesn’t give a shit who cares, because he’ll PWN their ass in a deathmatch anyways; chicks dig, even if they don’t admit cred, I coded this beaaatch from hand from scribblings on a napkin in the parking lot of Orange Julep while fending off groupies and listening to Hall and Oates on my iPod. In my head, you are right.
But in reality, you are wrong. It was a secret Mystery Man who coded the site. A man so shrouded in mystery, he appears way cooler than he actually is. A man so engulfed by his own mighty geekiness that to know him would be opening one’s mind to writing love letters in Fortran or Vanilla Pilot. A man so mysterious, his mystery even transcends why we can not know his name right now, because there is no reason whatsoever other than my own need for creative drama and mystery.
Behold : SpipJedi
This “SPIP Jedi” goes by the clever moniker of “SpipJedi.” He’s a freak, a geekGeekNot to be confused with freak; primarily solitary creature; habitats include living rooms, arcades and Dungeons & Dragons conventions; enjoys videogames, LOTR and Star Wars (except the really suxx0rz first three episodes) ; knows what’s cool even if others don’t get it; doesn’t give a shit who cares, because he’ll PWN their ass in a deathmatch anyways; chicks dig, even if they don’t admit, a Wii-lovin’ tweak. And he coded my website, whipped it into shape and turned it from the sorry static flaccid mess it was into this, the prancing n00b-pwning , chubby chitlin of a site it is now.
SpipJedi is nice to me. He calls me his “Padawan.” He teaches me the ways of the SPIP “boucle” and “balise” and writes cryptic emails in Old Testament verse, hybridized with Yoda Speak:
One last thing thou must accomplish yet, Spip Padawan. Thou shall go henceforth and bodily create a new section herein. Thou shall name yon section “[en]Site Map[fr]Plan du site”, yea, and this shall be good. A keyword thou shall apply to this section, yea, mightily, and this keyword shall be “plan”, yea, for all of eternity. People shall rejoice and garnish your feet with picked tomatoes and herrings and scented oils with little seeds in it.
But lo! Your Spip task shan’t be complete, Spip Padawan, until you strike upon yon section, with terrible righteousness, the mark of the “cacher” keyword or thy navbar shall look like shit thereafter. Only then can thou go forth and spread the word of cool to all people, yeah, and the beat shall be pumped up henceforth and booties shall be shaketh, truly, and shaketh they will be unto my sight, for until the night shall last. And unto this booty-shaking night, Mike shall lay with Lucy, and Bert shall lay with Madeline, and Peter shall lay with Steve, and Bert shall lay with Lucy henceforth until a great confusion ensues and Bert loses his teeth, yeah, mightily, upon Mike’s cuckold fist. Go now in peace, my Spip Padawan, and Spip on!
Surf This
Joker or genius? Who cares. All I know is SpipJedi got my site off the ground, and for that, I am eternally grateful. This site is amazing and a completely new way to look at the web, my career and managing all my professional “stuff” - and I have alot of it.
SpipJedirocks and so does my new site. Surf it.
For more information on SPIP go here
