Bare Bones is running an essay contest to win free BBEdit swag. Simply write less than 1000 words on "how have you used BBEdit to change the world?" Points are awarded on Creativity, Clarity, and Discovery, and entries must be datestamped by June 9th. I dunno if submissions are private, but here's a quick 500 word-er I whipped up (if I disqualify myself, perhaps I'll inspire, eh?):
<<BBEDIT_ESSAY;
I had an idea the other day. This, fortunately, is nothing new - I have ideas day in, out, under, and above. What differed, however, was location: being at work meant my only consolation was a Start button. See, when I'm at work, my creative five nines sleeps [0], instead replaced by a fury of monkeys mindlessly typing Hamlet for an ignorant peanut gallery.
Having an idea at work was frightening, similar I suspect, to asking a yes-man multiple choice questions. There were no programs with their arms open, no casual blue diamond beckoning invitingly. As confused as a basket full of puppies on a roller coaster, my only action was to shakily type an email, sending home a barely intelligible life-line. The monkey's clamored at the gate and, when released, the Blanket of Soothing Limbo returned.
Of course, when I got home to read email, I had not a clue what I meant.
Without rest, BBEdit's icon remains perched on a tiny black arrow in my Dock. It is my buttock-impressioned chair, my tattered shirt, the piece of unidentifiable plastic in my coat that gives me something to do as I walk: comfort, tried and true.
BBEdit has been part of nearly every creative effort I've attempted over our long history, including the better-left-dead "Ok, So, If I Were A Goat..." [1], my "Content for the Discontented" Disobey.com [2], and the popular open-sourced aggregator AmphetaDesk [3]. Besides coding and programming (where BBEdit has been as much a staple as a paperclip), it's my primary writing tool, used to write O'Reilly's best-selling Mac OS X Hacks [4]. It is also the primary (ok, ok, the only... sheesh!) IDE of the Perl scripts destined for my next book. Likewise, BBEdit made it easy to give back a writing toolkit: a set of glossaries and stationery's for DocBook Lite [5].
An unknown actor appears from stage left, dressed in
all blue, with a square frame extending from his torso.
A large black "B" has been shoddily duct-taped to his
chest. He looks like a pathetic super hero.
BBEDIT IMPERSONATOR (LAMENTING)
Oh, user, do you love me?
MORBUS IFF
Baby, you know I love you, damn, girl!
This being his first time playing a woman, BBEDIT
IMPERSONATOR noticably blushes and toes the imaginary
dirt at his feet. He begins to sway side to side.
BBEDIT IMPERSONATOR
Why?
MORBUS IFF stammers, looking for the nearest exit.
MORBUS IFF
Girl, whatcoo askin' somethin' foolish
like that for? Of course I'm down!
BBEDIT IMPERSONATOR
Well, if you can't name three things,
I don't think we should be together.
MORBUS IFF reluctantly pulls a comically large Greek
scroll from a hidden compartment. After unrolling it
like a toilet paper commercial, he begins with a heavy
sigh.
MORBUS IFF
"Why I Love BBEdit, in More Than
One Thousand Words"..."
FADE TO BLACK [6]
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[0] 99.999% of the time, I'm creative. You know, the
whole uptime thing, right? UberStatistic, yes? Sigh.
[1] http://www.disobey.com/d/2000/morbus-goat.jpg
[2] http://disobey.com/
[3] http://disobey.com/amphetadesk/
[4] http://www.oreilly.com/catalog/mcosxhks/
[5] http://disobey.com/d/code/bbedit/
[6] My apologies to true script writers. This is one creative
outlet that BBEdit and I have never before attempted.
BBEDIT_ESSAY