In the year 1724, in the remote Tibetan region of Xegar, a son was born to the sister of the 7th Dalai Lama and a roving Scottish journalist who tended to get slightly amorous when tipsy. The boy was named Angus Chopka McGee. Angus was born to bring peace to the world. Angus spent his youth under the tutelege of his famous uncle, the 7th Dalai Lama. Angus learned from his uncle the tenants of Buddhism and began to seek how precisely he would help mankind. The Dalai Lama looked down upon his favored nephew, bastard that he was, and smiled kindly at him and told him that his destiny would always wait for him, but that he could only spend himself when the needs was greatest. Angus bethought himself, greatly vexed. The Dalai Lama, wise beyond wisdom, patient beyond patience, said that his anger would one day turn to rage, but only for his holy and just cause.
Young Angus then became enlightened. He saw this wisdom of his uncle for a moment, and reached the nirvana on earth that is enlightenment. Angus, unknowing of his destiny, took upon himself 1920x1020i-How???. How??? for everyday. 1920x1020i, his formal name, was officially the first prophecy offered by How???. Who was to know that out of the mouth of babes, would come the wisdom to know, that in 1737, 1920x1020i would be a darn fine resolution? So How??? began to meditate. How??? meditated long upon the world. How??? then began to realize that there was too much suffering in all of the world, and that he was called to somehow help. And so How???, with the wise guidance of his uncle, the 7th Dalai Lama, realized his time had not yet come. And so the two conspired to put young How??? into a trance. How??? sat in his trance, surrounded by the rhythm of buddhist chant, and contemplated his destiny for the next 240 years. How??? reawakened to life in 1977, but with the body of a 13 year old still intact. How??? began his mission by seeking out the spirit of his uncle in the body of the 14th Dalai Lama.
The 14th Dalai Lama spoke these wise words to How???, "Get thee to a university!" And so he did. How took himself to Standford University where he applied himself to his major, Religious Studies on the East. Needless to say, the 14 years How??? spent at Stanford getting his doctorate was quite easy. Along the way, How??? minored in computer science, athletics (for he was quite adept at baseball, playing a mean 2nd base for the Cardinals from 1989-1993), biology. history, and horticulture. In his biology classes, How??? met a promsing graduate student by the name of Vijay Pande. How??? spent many hours talking with Pande regarding his new project of folding protiens. How??? became impassioned! Pande regarded his young pupil dubiously, and said he should find a focus for all of his passion and anger. Pande cocked his head to a side and said, "I think I have just the thing for you. You recieved a minor in computer science, correct?" How??? looked to his mentor, the peace that passes understanding descending once more, and nodded a polite affirmation. Pande smiled and said, "I know how you can serve your fellow man."
So How??? went to work in the young, blossoming career of IT. And he got one darn nice monitor with a darn nice computer pushing it. How??? saw his computer, and it was good. How??? saw the video card that was capable of such illustrious resolutions, and it was very good. How visited Rage3d.com, and joined the team 64. How??? looked over all of the computers in his charge, and saw that it was freaking good. How???, his name and resolution entwined, sat himself down upon his swivel chair, and began to install Vijay Pande's work upon his machines, and tranquile smile upon his lips.
And so How??? sits and works his job in IT. And because How??? is How???, he often is not needed. His computers perform perfectly, with never a problem or pop-up. And so How??? sits in his chair, and meditates. And his meditations become trances. And others come with the upgrades that inevitably come. And so How??? sits, folding with all the Rage he can muster. And as How??? sits, entranced, with the soft hum of his computers replacing the chanting monks of his extended youth, a promise, unuttered, sits upon his lips. All know that when the memory of How??? and his folding begins to fade, he will come again, and fold with a vengence. And all will see and know of his rage for the blights of humanity.
And so How??? has returned to us.
Young Angus then became enlightened. He saw this wisdom of his uncle for a moment, and reached the nirvana on earth that is enlightenment. Angus, unknowing of his destiny, took upon himself 1920x1020i-How???. How??? for everyday. 1920x1020i, his formal name, was officially the first prophecy offered by How???. Who was to know that out of the mouth of babes, would come the wisdom to know, that in 1737, 1920x1020i would be a darn fine resolution? So How??? began to meditate. How??? meditated long upon the world. How??? then began to realize that there was too much suffering in all of the world, and that he was called to somehow help. And so How???, with the wise guidance of his uncle, the 7th Dalai Lama, realized his time had not yet come. And so the two conspired to put young How??? into a trance. How??? sat in his trance, surrounded by the rhythm of buddhist chant, and contemplated his destiny for the next 240 years. How??? reawakened to life in 1977, but with the body of a 13 year old still intact. How??? began his mission by seeking out the spirit of his uncle in the body of the 14th Dalai Lama.
The 14th Dalai Lama spoke these wise words to How???, "Get thee to a university!" And so he did. How took himself to Standford University where he applied himself to his major, Religious Studies on the East. Needless to say, the 14 years How??? spent at Stanford getting his doctorate was quite easy. Along the way, How??? minored in computer science, athletics (for he was quite adept at baseball, playing a mean 2nd base for the Cardinals from 1989-1993), biology. history, and horticulture. In his biology classes, How??? met a promsing graduate student by the name of Vijay Pande. How??? spent many hours talking with Pande regarding his new project of folding protiens. How??? became impassioned! Pande regarded his young pupil dubiously, and said he should find a focus for all of his passion and anger. Pande cocked his head to a side and said, "I think I have just the thing for you. You recieved a minor in computer science, correct?" How??? looked to his mentor, the peace that passes understanding descending once more, and nodded a polite affirmation. Pande smiled and said, "I know how you can serve your fellow man."
So How??? went to work in the young, blossoming career of IT. And he got one darn nice monitor with a darn nice computer pushing it. How??? saw his computer, and it was good. How??? saw the video card that was capable of such illustrious resolutions, and it was very good. How visited Rage3d.com, and joined the team 64. How??? looked over all of the computers in his charge, and saw that it was freaking good. How???, his name and resolution entwined, sat himself down upon his swivel chair, and began to install Vijay Pande's work upon his machines, and tranquile smile upon his lips.
And so How??? sits and works his job in IT. And because How??? is How???, he often is not needed. His computers perform perfectly, with never a problem or pop-up. And so How??? sits in his chair, and meditates. And his meditations become trances. And others come with the upgrades that inevitably come. And so How??? sits, folding with all the Rage he can muster. And as How??? sits, entranced, with the soft hum of his computers replacing the chanting monks of his extended youth, a promise, unuttered, sits upon his lips. All know that when the memory of How??? and his folding begins to fade, he will come again, and fold with a vengence. And all will see and know of his rage for the blights of humanity.
And so How??? has returned to us.
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