Obsidian SkyA river of red vivid light snaked before him, contrasted amidst the opaque obsidian sky above.He was leaving behind security, comfort, and most of all, friendship.He had attempted this journey before, only to return empty handed, a little wiser, a prodigal son. The tribe had accepted him back with open arms, but this time there could be no return.The mouth of the river held promises of adventure, happiness, and fortunes. Was it worth it? Would he succeed this time?
EntombedRecent events have left me pensive,What holds my future? Now I'm apprehensive!Such is this interesting plot.I've long since believed time heals all wound,But if you wait too long you'll end up entombed,For now I just sit here and rot.Head out west? Leave this all behind?!Expand my horizons and clear my mind?Such an enticing thought.Alas, my fears get the best of me,And I neglect my own destiny,And thus interesting travels I have not.Stick to my spawn? Give up and settle?Or drive far away, foot to the peddle?On the map my home's a mere dot.One day I know that I'll make it big,I refuse to die here, my grave I shan't dig,For this taste of adventure I have caught.
Blessing in DisguiseBack in High School, I was very depressed. The funny thing is I never even knew why; I just found myself crying all the time. I had absolutely no motivation either. I finally gave up one day, and decided to end it all. Some people cross the street or tie the noose. My out was joining the military. The way I saw it, I wouldn't have to make any decisions for myself, I wouldn't have to think, I wouldn't have to live really. I'd just progress throughout my military career being lead around and taking the easy way out.After a day of being poked and prodded and taking a gamut of tests at the local MEPS (Military Entrance Processing Station), there was one test that really concerned me. It was the hearing test. I couldn't figure out why they had me sitting in a pitch black, soundproof box for 15 minutes, asking me to push a button when I heard a beep. I only heard two or three of them at the beginning, and the rest was silence. I thought they might have forgotten about me or the test might h
Adolescent Googlers Corporate BluesProgrammers of the 21st century are really just a bunch of Googlers. We spent our entire adolescence finding what we need on the internet. Every new technology we learned, every platform we experiemented with, was due to research we did on our own. And it was great, we could do it on our own time. It could be 2am and we would be trying to compile a package and we could look up an error. It could be Saturday and we wouldn't know how to make a database call from our framework and we could just Google it. With every new discovery came that giggle-inducing tingle of excitement, and that was all we needed.Then, when we grew up, we're thrust into a corporate world, with all of their proprietary, costly, closed-source technologies we had never heard of. And all this Open Source and free stuff we had learned and all these years of research proficiency was suddenly not worth very much. We need to go to scheduled meetings. We need to call people up and ask them how to do things. We need to have