By comicrelief on Skatehive
Side note: I absolutely love vi, Vim, Neovim and other vi insipired text-editors. You just can't have enough Vim. Hence this joke is more akin to a love-letter to Vim than serious piece of critique or sarcasm, although I do want to acknowledge there is a certain fringe in and around every piece of technology. Scene: A small, dingy medieval tavern. A group of over-zealous, robed tech monks sit around a round table. They’re chanting in low voices while one monk, Brother Jenkins, dramatically holds a Vim manual above his head, swaying slightly as if in religious ecstasy. The door bursts open, and in strolls Larry, who is clearly not impressed. Brother Jenkins: (reverently) “The Vim editor, a joy untold... A tool of efficiency that never grows old...” Monks: (chanting in unison) “Never grows old... never grows old...” Larry: (gruffly) “Oh, for crying out loud, what is this nonsense?” Brother Jenkins: (gasping) “Silence, heretic! You stand in the sacred halls of Vim!” Monks: “Vim! Vim! All