KNOW, O PRINCE

Know, O Prince, that between the years when the intertubes drank Web 2.0 and the gleaming cities, and the rise of the Sons and Daughters of Blogger, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining keyboards lay spread across the desks like blue mantles beneath the stars – Technorati, Boing Boing, and Ars Technica with their bytes of fun and useful information and columns of spider-haunted mystery. But the proudest kingdom of the blogworld was Sirayet, reigning supreme in the dreaming Asia Minor. Hither came Agreb-ul Garaib, messy-haired, bespectacled, comics in hand, a geek, a freak, a melodramatic fool, with gigantic melancholies and grotesque mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the intertubes under his potbelly.