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azurelunatic) wrote2014-12-09 10:59 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2014-12-09 10:59 pm
Lesser, compared to whom?
One of the great things about fictional multiverses is that sometimes, their universe is your universe, and if you want to do a thing which would ordinarily be a crossover or AU, it might even fit into the canon without altering the world in which they are, merely altering the universe they happen to be in.
Thus it was that I explained my fabulous hat tomorbane (Sophie Hatter would whisper "fabulous trainwreck" to this collision between an Easter bonnet and a Pride parade) and we started plotting a thing where Sophie Hatter winds up in a Pride parade. Howell Jenkins is from Wales. Certainly a village in Wales might have itself an organization which might try to throw a Pride parade. Heh. Heh. Heh.
It's almost always a quieter day than it might otherwise be if Purple is out of the office. I wasn't entirely sure I felt like locating team members for lunch, even though when I have lunch with them I generally enjoy the process. So I tiptoed upstairs in the building off thattaway and joined lb's lunch table.
Beldorion was in the middle of some long-winded story or other which wound up being about knowing some guy who had been heavily involved in like doubleclick or something. One of the people I know less well at this particular lunch table started asking, well, don't you admire him?
Beldorion did not admire this guy. The other fellow, who I shall call the Master Debater (and who is an uncle-manager of lb's, as I later learned) argued (at some circuitous length) that if the guy had been successful, even though he was doing evil works by many of Beldorion's standards, wasn't his success and promotional skill to be admired? Didn't Beldorion feel lesser, compared against this guy?
Before Beldorion could actually catch fire, his phone rang; he was needed back in another building.
The Angry Tattooed Guy took up the gauntlet, and continued the argument about whether people who have done terrible things are still worthy of admiration for their success and ambition and vision and the methods they had used to do their terrible thing.
Repeatedly facetabling, lb advised the table that this was headed straight for a collision with Godwin's Law. The Angry Tattooed Guy shrugged and took it there. The Master Debater had grown up in Canada, and explained that he had never quite understood this particular US social taboo. The discussion continued, and went quite merrily into Mark Zuckerberg (really) and from there to dodgy data privacy practices and laws.
radius cruised by, and joined the table about when Godwin's Law failed to tank the discussion. Best possible time to come in.
So there I was in IRC. The guy who had built the main IRC bot left the company some time ago, and someone else built a new one and then there was a funky data center migration issue (nobody knows what VM the thing was on originally, so after the migration, no one knows what server the thing went onto nor enough of the VM name to find it again, and if it belonged to an alumnus it may have been deleted) so the Lumberjack (a friend to #cupcake currently working out of a home office in Japan, who was recently talking about his need to build something or split a bunch of wood lying around) is re-setting-up a copy of the first guy's bot.
One of the features of the bot is financial market prices. You say ".stock GOOG" and it gives you Google's stock. This is about how that went:
Lumberjack: .stock AAPL
arewethereyet_bot: [ERROR 259 at LINE 57465534511 / NO ACCESS WITHOUT STANDARD FCP/1 20/GM.]
devpan_snarker: lol
* arewethereyet_bot parts (rebooting)
* arewethereyet_bot joins #virtualH
ajl: .stock [NOPE]
arewethereyet_bot: [correct stock information]
ajl: .stalk broccoli
radius: .stalk celery
ajl: .stock chicken
arewethereyet_bot: Unknow stock
Lumberjack: Grr.
radius: I have no idea what we're doing here.
ajl: Making soup, clearly.
Lumberjack: .stock chicken
arewethereyet_bot: Unknown stock
Lumberjack: I hate typos.
I take it as a distinct item of success that I declared that I wanted a particular dish with a side of fresh cucumber pickle salad and then went right ahead and did that thing. All that needed preparing was the cucumber, but this time I had the energy to do it and get the other groceries put away promptly (not just the cold stuff) and that was dinner. So often I want a thing, but then the energy expended to get it makes preparing it immediately impossible, and then I eat something else so I get the energy, and then I don't want that anymore at the next meal opportunity. So yay me for energy.
Tomorrow, the Party Commandant starts the plotting process for the team conference, at least, the part where we're having meetings. The wheel turns, and ages come and pass.
Thus it was that I explained my fabulous hat to
morbane (Sophie Hatter would whisper "fabulous trainwreck" to this collision between an Easter bonnet and a Pride parade) and we started plotting a thing where Sophie Hatter winds up in a Pride parade. Howell Jenkins is from Wales. Certainly a village in Wales might have itself an organization which might try to throw a Pride parade. Heh. Heh. Heh. It's almost always a quieter day than it might otherwise be if Purple is out of the office. I wasn't entirely sure I felt like locating team members for lunch, even though when I have lunch with them I generally enjoy the process. So I tiptoed upstairs in the building off thattaway and joined lb's lunch table.
Beldorion was in the middle of some long-winded story or other which wound up being about knowing some guy who had been heavily involved in like doubleclick or something. One of the people I know less well at this particular lunch table started asking, well, don't you admire him?
Beldorion did not admire this guy. The other fellow, who I shall call the Master Debater (and who is an uncle-manager of lb's, as I later learned) argued (at some circuitous length) that if the guy had been successful, even though he was doing evil works by many of Beldorion's standards, wasn't his success and promotional skill to be admired? Didn't Beldorion feel lesser, compared against this guy?
Before Beldorion could actually catch fire, his phone rang; he was needed back in another building.
The Angry Tattooed Guy took up the gauntlet, and continued the argument about whether people who have done terrible things are still worthy of admiration for their success and ambition and vision and the methods they had used to do their terrible thing.
Repeatedly facetabling, lb advised the table that this was headed straight for a collision with Godwin's Law. The Angry Tattooed Guy shrugged and took it there. The Master Debater had grown up in Canada, and explained that he had never quite understood this particular US social taboo. The discussion continued, and went quite merrily into Mark Zuckerberg (really) and from there to dodgy data privacy practices and laws.
radius cruised by, and joined the table about when Godwin's Law failed to tank the discussion. Best possible time to come in.
So there I was in IRC. The guy who had built the main IRC bot left the company some time ago, and someone else built a new one and then there was a funky data center migration issue (nobody knows what VM the thing was on originally, so after the migration, no one knows what server the thing went onto nor enough of the VM name to find it again, and if it belonged to an alumnus it may have been deleted) so the Lumberjack (a friend to #cupcake currently working out of a home office in Japan, who was recently talking about his need to build something or split a bunch of wood lying around) is re-setting-up a copy of the first guy's bot.
One of the features of the bot is financial market prices. You say ".stock GOOG" and it gives you Google's stock. This is about how that went:
Lumberjack: .stock AAPL
arewethereyet_bot: [ERROR 259 at LINE 57465534511 / NO ACCESS WITHOUT STANDARD FCP/1 20/GM.]
devpan_snarker: lol
* arewethereyet_bot parts (rebooting)
* arewethereyet_bot joins #virtualH
ajl: .stock [NOPE]
arewethereyet_bot: [correct stock information]
ajl: .stalk broccoli
radius: .stalk celery
ajl: .stock chicken
arewethereyet_bot: Unknow stock
Lumberjack: Grr.
radius: I have no idea what we're doing here.
ajl: Making soup, clearly.
Lumberjack: .stock chicken
arewethereyet_bot: Unknown stock
Lumberjack: I hate typos.
I take it as a distinct item of success that I declared that I wanted a particular dish with a side of fresh cucumber pickle salad and then went right ahead and did that thing. All that needed preparing was the cucumber, but this time I had the energy to do it and get the other groceries put away promptly (not just the cold stuff) and that was dinner. So often I want a thing, but then the energy expended to get it makes preparing it immediately impossible, and then I eat something else so I get the energy, and then I don't want that anymore at the next meal opportunity. So yay me for energy.
Tomorrow, the Party Commandant starts the plotting process for the team conference, at least, the part where we're having meetings. The wheel turns, and ages come and pass.