Listen to
the words of the Missing Page. I who of old was also called among men 404,
Error, Broken Link, screw up, bad page, missing file, "Damn it, where the
hell did it go?" and by many other names. At mine altars the youth of
various college computer departments across the world made due sacrifice.
Whenever ye shall work on a
particular web site, once in the month, and better it be when the Moon is Full
and while drinking beverages rich in caffiene, then shall ye gather around the
computer and run a link checker to ensure that I will never trouble thee. I,
who am the ruler of all neglected web sites and poorly coded home pages. There
shall ye gather, ye who are fain to master the test of navigation, yet have not
yet won its deepest secrets: to these I will hide as they find that which is
broken and code thy site until it is whole again.
And your site shall be free
from errors; and as a sign that they be really free, ye shall never, ever use
animated background; and ye shall code, ftp, edit, create and write, all to
stave off my curse. For mine is the sign of uncaring hands, and mine also is
joy of trial and error, for my law is the error.
Keep pure your code, strive
ever towards cross-platform compatibility, and let naught stop you or turn you
aside. For mine is the password protected door which opens upon the secret
mysteries via the .htaccess file as well as the errors of missing pages and
overloaded servers, and the no DNS entry error, which is the sign of web site
Armageddon.