|laziness, impatience, and hubris|
"If memory serves me correctly; in my travels of the east coast of the US. A chipmunk weaves Perl with a delightful air. From a small tree in Boston Common, he gnaws regex's and other Perl constructs."
A coding stadium in the monastery. A spotlight falls on the podium as merlyn comes out wearing a sequined red tuxedo with a gold lame' cape and gloves.
"Welcome to Iron Perl! Today we bring to you a young rodent challenger to our arena!"chipmunk. Are you ready for the supreme challenge?"
"*chitter*!", spraying a few nuts out of his mouth.
As merlyn dusts off some nut bits, he gestures to the end of the stadium. He shouts, "Arise my Iron Perl Monks!"Four Perl Monks materialize.
chromatic in a red robe, "Representing runtime code generation!"
Ovid in a blue robe, "Master of CGI!"
tilly in a yellow robe and holding a stuffed penguin, "Philosopher of functions"
tye in a purple robe and holding a Steiff camel, "Expert at Win32 Perl!"
"Now lets meet our Judges!"
At this point boo_radley starts the voice over and we pan across our panel of judges."vroom; founder of perlmonks, without we wouldn't be here,
Dominus; editor of www.perl.com,
neophyte; outside link maintainer,
jcwren; census gatherer of our monastary,
princepawn; jester and contrary opinionator"
"Now it is time to ring the Gong of Fate and see what theme our programmers will create with!"
What will our theme be?
Will Ovid defend his Iron Perl Monkness?
Will chipmunk jam his keyboard with nuts?
What programs will our Perl Monks present to the judges?
Who let princepawn in?