behind the curtain in the confessional
‘Enter.’
‘Good morning, Father Habari’
‘May the Lord be with you. Come in peace, my son.’
‘Father Habari - it is 23 years and 7 months since my last confession, 17 hours since I last inhabited Habari IRC and 6 months since I adopted the one true faith of Habari.’
‘Yes, my son - what is troubling you ? Have you been having those thoughts about the Drupal theming engine again ?’
‘No it’s not that. The garlic cloves and crucifix sorted that problem out.’
‘Well, my son, what sins have you come to confess ?’
‘Oh Father, I have been so stupid. I have been so blind. I have brought shame upon my family.’
‘Yes, my son. We must all fight to overcome such human frailties but please, hurry up, the Olympics 200m Men’s Final is on in 5 minutes.’
‘Father - I read something on the Interweb today and I logged into Habari to see - ‘
‘My son - please can I stop you there ? Pennance of three Hail Mary’s and one ‘Our Father’ for continued use of the term ‘Interweb’. Now please continue…’
‘So I logged into Habari and it was actually turned out to be true. The text box in the Habari article editor is resizable so you can drag the lower border down to make the blank canvas infinitely large. All in pure, virginal white.’
‘My dear son, everyone knows that. Even people who don’t even use Habari know that. Why - even I know that. May the Lord have mercy on your wretched soul. Go in peace to love and serve Habari.’
