I bought the n800 because it seemed like an open, mature portable device that I could finally hack to my thirsting will. But after a while, the SDK left me parched (specifically trying to compile irreco), and I aimlessly wandered for days across the scratchbox desert, not knowing in what direction civilized compilation lie. Then one blisterly rising morning, I thought I saw a shimmering pool of fast Perl prototyping. I ran. Not understanding or caring how my tattered body moved onward. Closer and closer it seemed. But to my despair, the readily available GTK Perl bindings withered into the dusty midday heat. Blimey!

A ways back, I had taken myself (or was taken) out of the tech world and software development game, and I had no idea whether I'd return. Then one calm Autumn afternoon, while listening for word of my future, the n800's siren song lured me from my perch and throw me against my rocky credit. The events aren't clear, but miraculously I survived in one piece. I had somehow washed ashore on an empty beach (I could have sworn I was in the desert) and it seemed for now I was out of harms reach, but my form lay crumpled. Yet even in my battered state, I knew I could not part with my new device, and my will was still not quenched. I was sure I would figure things out, but at the moment I was in desperate need of rest.

When I awoke, I slowly remembered where I was. The cool sand felt good on my cheek, and my aches reminded me that I was in no real hurry to move. But there was something lapping in the waves, and it was coming this way! It looked familiar, but what was it doing here? I had certainly heard the Python imperialistic myths, yet during my hiatus I had no idea it had mounted such a powerful and far-reaching crusade. I was exhausted, so it felt good to give in. But even better, it was nice that my remote silvery tablet and I had finally been found, and we were heading home...

But to end this silly, dramatic story:

I specifically like writing once, then running everywhere there's GTK and Python. Which, I think... is everywhere! Wasn't this supposed to be Java's job? Or has Android kept that flame burning?

Anyway, many thanks to Nokia (especially the one with Texrat) and all the contributing third-parties (too long to list, but Linus and RMS would certainly be at the top).

And as Abe Lincoln, the founding father of all things fair, once said, "Party on, Dudes!"