"Well, Roberts had grown so rich, he wanted to retire. He took me to his cabin and he told me his secret. 'I am not the Dread Pirate Roberts', he said. 'My name is Ryan; I inherited the ship from the previous Dread Pirate Roberts, just as you will inherit it from me. The man I inherited it from is not the real Dread Pirate Roberts either. His name was Cummerbund. The real Roberts has been retired fifteen years and living like a king in Patagonia.'"
Enumerating all the reasons we're upgrading our colo'd server to CentOS 5 is an entry in and of itself, and some of those reasons were touched on in this entry (some restrictions apply). But this post isn't about new servers or new operating systems. Its about The Anna Avenger and the passing of the torch Dread Pirate Roberts style!
The culmination of these events are inconsequential - suffice it to say an ALL!POWERFUL entity was roused into action leaving behind a wake of terrible destruction before it subsided (or was subdued - reports conflict).
My mind works in very mysterious ways. Cue a screencap I took of the The Cell. My end product is almost never how it begins. So much so that sometimes its not even close to the same project. Oftentimes this is a good thing, and I marvel at my good fortune. Other times however, its a disaster and I trash it rather than even hint at my immeasurable failure.
Given that we're upgrading many things, it was required that I skin the updated SMF for the swing. And I changed out the logo we use on our page from this to this. Some people (me) found it brilliant, and hysterical, and a step in the right direction solidifying a leader in the uprising of a local hometown hero. There was no single better way to represent what it is
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ALL!POWERFUL felt otherwise, and I respect that. My actions prove that respect.
I did the only thing I could do: I created a Nom de guerre in the style of the Dread Pirate Roberts as a backstory and stepped into those gigantic shoes, feeling a lot like this.
I shaved my beard, and for the first time since 1990...shaved my *gulp* mustache. Its now a single, thin-line now. A pencil mustache. I donned the purple satin bandanna I'd worn at the Pirate Party and fashioned a do-rag from it. When my children came home that day they stared at me in disbelief and asked, "Why are you dressed like that?" I said to them,
"Children. Its time you knew. Your father is a superhero."
And I explained how
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You've done this before; I remember the picture of you in your car where you had shaved via Photoshop because you wanted to see what you would look like. This post had a picture of you driving in your car. Perhaps you had already shaved and it was a before and after post. I couldn't find that post, but I did find this comment in which you admitted shaving your beard.
The reason I am making such a big deal on this point is that when I read this post the first time, what I heard in my head was that you had shaved not only your beard but your mustache. I was expecting to see you clean shaven with only a "pencil thin mustache."
But the image of the new Anna Avenger did not matching the word-picture you had painted.
Perhaps it is too early in the morning. Indeed I haven't had my coffee yet. But I am going to such lengths to make my point because I care about your writing and want to help you hone the craft.
Perhaps you'll have a look at this post from a technical writing perspective and see if the final product could have been tighter?
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It seems clear to me that my lack of a more accurate description didn't mesh with your expectations.
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Kick-Ass.
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The next night we retired our capes after getting shot at by "friends" who thought we were from a rival gang. You see, my sidekick's older brother was in the neighborhood gang....so we felt secure as we felt we had backup in our neighborhood...a case of friendly fire that could have went sooooo wrong.
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LEIA!?!?!??!
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