to the "over 40" poem.
I've been "gigging" since the 70's,
Probably since before you were born!
Client-server meant Baxters and Hazel,
Coffee was perked, not latte.
But that doesn't mean that my brain hasn't been
In computers in humongous ways.
So what if n-tier meant lots of steps
And a Woody was a car?
Don't you think there's something of value
In a journey that's been long and far?
Meg might have been your girlfriend's name
My computer only had Kay.
And cassettes were a most reliable tool
So your bits didn't get blown away.
Color displays meant amber or green
and that was all right with me
because MOV B,A looks the same all in gray
as it would in cyan or cerise.
The first mouse that I saw, I said "Is that all?
Keep the rodent thing out of my way!"
Now, optical mice (wireless is nice)
Are the rule in my cube every day.
I've got walls that are papered with worthless options
And made a living scaring folks with Y2K
All the startups I've known and the VC bucks I've thrown
Could make a Saudi prince rich for a day.
Cut? I do it with right-click
Paste? I use Control-V
I code in more dialects than many can spell
Cause it's all only syntax to me.
I understand how all my tools work,
My latest computer included.
If you depend on someone who doesn't,
You're more easily deluded.
Although some of my buzzcut is turing to gray
My earring's still shiny and gold!
Don't imply that I'm leathered and dusty
If I'm staring at fifty years old.
