Ziroc didn't answer this while I was gone? Hmmm . . .
About 10 years ago our fearless webmaster was searching for new meaning in his life. He had just graduated from college. Flipping burgers and reciting, "Would you like fries with that, sir?" just wasn't giving his life fulfillment. All of those years in college and he thought that a B.S. degree would be more than b*lls**t.
Our webmaster set out on a journey to "find himself." He decided that what he really needed was a new job. But not just any job. Something unique. While walking the beach one day, he saw an older gentleman walking the beach with a metal detector, scooping up loose change. "Wow! Freee money," thought our webmaster. He didn't have any money to invest in a metal detector, but he was sure that being a beach comber was the career he was meant for. Sun. Waves. Sand. Beautiful scenery . . . So he went around to various businesses and asked them for a refrigerator magnet that advertised the business. By the time the day was over, he had 3 pizza magnes, 2 appliance repair magnets, and 1 from a Dentist. He taped these to a broom handle, using duct tape of course, and set off for the beach. He quickly realized that this wasn't going to work. The magnets were too weak. The sand was too hot. He was sunburned. And the women all laughed at his purple polk-a-dot speedo.
On his way back from the beach, he noticed a young city worker who was changing the bulb on a street lamp. Our webmaster was sure that this would be a job for him. He wasn't afraid of heights. He loved the fresh summer breeze. And it only took one webmaster to change a light bulb (some have speculated that it may take as many as 3, but that's another story
). He applied to city hall and was thrilled to find that the city was in need of street light bulb changers. On his first day of work, he managed to change 8 burnt out street light bulbs. He was the model of efficiency. Noticing a pattern of burnt out bulbs, our webmaster made the recommendation that the city purchase longer lasting bulbs. They so whole heartedly endorsed his proposal that soon all of the streetlights had newer, more efficient bulbs. However, with no bulbs to change, our webmaster soon found himself out of work.
After being layed off, he wandered aimlessly. Not watching where he was going, he accidentally bumped in to a professional dog walker. After disengaging himself from the tangle of leashes, he opened up with his sob story of losing jobs and not feeling fulfillment in life. The dog walker suggested that our webmaster study the pathway of Zen.
Knowing no other options, our webmaster signed himself up for a Zen retreat. He knew that it would be tough, but this might be his only chance to gain enlightenment. He listened to his teachers, studied the ways of Zen, and found himself a place where he could meditate upon the meaning of life. His rock was the center of his universe. It was a nice hunk of granite. And as our webmaster sat there on the rock, it came to him. He should pursue that which made him happy -- web design. He was so overcome with emotion at this suddent revelation that he named that moment in his life a Zen rock moment. Eventually, his friends started calling him Zenrock, which eventually got twisted into Ziroc.
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Most Subtle Official Straightman of the Laughing Hyenas -- Grammarian Brigade.