After the IRC operators on Undernet had a singing competition the other night, I felt compelled to write a song myself based on a ever popular The Beatles song. So here goes.

On the network where I was born
Lived a man who surfed the net
And he told of us of his life,
In the land of networking

So we surfed up to the switch
Till we found a net of drones
And we lived beneath the packets
In our yellow patch cable

We all live in a yellow patch cable
Yellow patch cable, yellow patch cable
We all live in a yellow patch cable
Yellow patch cable, yellow patch cable

And our friends are all logged on
Many more of them live next door
And the servers starts to play

(Trumpets start to play)

We all live in a yellow patch cable
Yellow patch cable, yellow patch cable
We all live in a yellow patch cable
Yellow patch cable, yellow patch cable

(weird sounds)

As we live a life of binary (a life binary)
Every one of us (everyone of us) has all we need (has all we neeed)
Sky of TCP (sky of TCP) and a sea of packets (sea of packets)
In our yellow (in our yellow) patch cable (patch cable, ha ha)

For quite a few years now, I’ve been a helper in the IRC channel #mIRC on the network Undernet. One of my privileges there, was the ability to help users on a daily basis and make a difference to users all over the world. Through my presence there, I’ve learned heaps about computers, administrated a bot network with services people have relied on daily but most importantly made friends that I care for very much.

Life has a nasty habit of changing, and so do the person living the life. Over the course of the last year my dedication towards the channel decreased drastically, and the passion slowly died out until I saw no other option than to leave. It’s been a great time, albeit at times a roller coaster ride. A great era comes to an end, and I find it’s time to go explore new grounds and broadened my horizon. I will most surely miss it from time to time, but it’s not like I’m quiting IRC. I would never dream of doing that, as I have many great friends.

I would also like to send out a thanks to all those that stood by me in this somewhat emotional decision. I won’t mention names, but I hope that you know if you read this.