It's Naughts, already!

We won't settle on a name for the decade. Why?

The petulant child we've become asserts that in this narrow instance we're free to discard the direction of the whole of literary and linguistic tradition. And this has been going on for the entire decade when the topic first surfaced. What a great example of the willingness to discard history's lessons. Look no further for a sentiment to sum up the decade.

There's nothing special about the term, "naught." It is, however, the appropriate term for this most recent decade. I've heard the term "aught" used as well, although their definitions lead me to conclude that "naught" is more applicable. I will be using it; forcefully, and will consider resistance to its use an affront to our civilization and preservation of our culture. So there.

rain again

...frames the hiatus.

rain

Saturday rain.  

The frogs are singing for booty.  They're loud.

Chopped more wood.  Back is aching.  DTW442 practice late tonight.

Salt Mine Elevator

Need a new job.

Burned hours on a stupid obvious problem. Too distracted by task managing and bullshit to just become one with it and figure it out.

Is ringing in your ears from stress bad?

Salt Mine Elevator

Technology standards -

Pointless unless the following question can be answered in the affirmative.

Does the effort required to develop, implement, maintain, and enforce them outweigh the added effort caused by their absence?

Tipping Point

The package of chicken was from a company called "Amick."

Really? How many people does that fool.

How about the person who thought of that? Do you want to smack them in the head with a mallet as much as I do?

Fred Barnes Fashion Watch

Not sure why, but tonight I really like Fred's suit. Kinda early 80's Wall Street, and I'm not sure about the candy cane tie, but it works.

Oh holy shit - Mort's wearing the same grey pinstripe suit. Wow. Mort's got it going on with the checked shirt and dotted tie.

Those guys are fucking fashion pirates, damn.

Salt Mine Elevator

Large bureaucracies breed absurdities that are easy enough to articulate, but it's a challenge to convey the level of mind fuckery and ridiculousness that's a part of normal daily life.

I will do a better job of capturing some of it. If we don't identify evil we are powerless to stop it.

For instance, email requires the use of an "email alias," also known as a UPN; recognizable as youremail@yourdomain.whatev. If you administer an email system, or any other kind of large computer system with many users, it's necessary to decide on a naming standard for things. In the case of usernames, sometimes it's just their last name with a number. Sometimes it's more complicated, because the corporate shit-weasel that's driving the decision doesn't always comprehend the consequences of a poorly thought-out naming convention.

If my company's corporate shit-weasel created a dumb fucking naming convention, consequences will include various techniques for dealing with the inconvenience of Bob's email address being b4x7yyy25-a2@assholecompany.com. One of the best and most readily available ways to do this is to have a directory. Email programs use this to avoid the need to know that seemingly random string of characters when one wishes to email Bob. You've used this when you've clicked on "to" in your email program.

Now, the problem I've noticed; and this could be just a habit of the morons I work with, is to use this string, this pointless clusterfuck meaningless eyesore of digits. It's colloquially known as a "nic," (for nickname.) People write these down and share them.

"Ok, I'll email you that thingy. What's your nic?"

No, no, a million times no. Do not ask me for my nic. You know my name. Look it up in the fucking directory. Holy crap why does this make me so damn mad?

Tipping point

All speech is lies. All transactions are theft.

I will explain later.