Sixteen weeks ago my classmates and I ventured forth from the relative safety of our computer desks, and began a voyage of joy and frustration that we called DHTML. The first half of the journey was pretty smooth. The weather was fair and the road was mostly free of potholes.
On the second half of the journey, however, a giant black hole called JavaScript opened up and swallowed the entire class. That was kind of a bummer. But our passage through the black hole wasn’t completely in vain. It was, above all else, a bonding experience. I’ll never forget my comrades in arms and their valiant struggles against the beast. Their bravery and sleepless nights will go down in the annals of history as one of the finest accomplishments of this generation.
How does this great adventure end, you may ask? Well, I don’t really have the answer to that question yet (you can ask again on Monday after 4 o’clock). As for this traveler, however, I suspect that the journey stops there.