Thursday, February 5, 2009
CloudMade make blogs differently
YES YES YES it’s my big day YES YES YES
PUMP. HARDER. PUMP. HARDER.
TWENTY. TWENTY-ONE. TWENTY-TWO.
I’m SO psyched. I’m so FUCKING psyched. I am SO fucking hot right now.
Punchbag. Gimme that punchbag.
*thud* - Google
*thud* - Microsoft
*thud* - Yahoo [Hang on, don’t we like them? - Nick]
I rise above the haters. Today you see Steve Rampant, rising glorious from the flames, in excelsis mapso. I am revived. Maps course through my veins.
I think no longer about trivialities. Mails and Rails, patches, Potlatchs and dispatches.rb. All that is for the worker ants.
I can map using only my consciousness and my clearly expressed desire. One tweet and the world invisibly shapes itself around my will. I merely have to say the word MAPS and another city falls into line. MAPS. MAPS. You see. Oceans fall and mountains drift as SRTM voids shape reality. MAPS.
Tomorrow there are two realities, three realities, four realities all expressed through my Style Editor. Tomorrow the world routes itself through the highways, byways, roads and rails of my vision. Earth shall fall and Cloud shall envelop all the lands.
PUMP. HARDER. PUMP. HARDER. MAPS. MAPS. PUMP. HARDER.