jr conlin's ink stained banana

Just so i don't forget to send this to a few folks, i'll also tell you lot about 21 Rules of Thumb. i disagree with some of them, whole heartedly agree with most of them, and need to add it to the wall.

Today was a good day to be a gadfly, although i'm not sure if i'm going to be fired or promoted because of it.

i spent a fair portion of it arguing with several groups about several things. Some of them, to my own irritation, were rather quickly resolved. (i was irritated that i hadn't addressed the initial complaint to the right person to do something about it, not that it was quickly resolved. i was appropriately grovelingly grateful that the problem was fixed.)

i then turned my attentions to addressing several points. Understand that i've generally shifted between Don Quixote to Che Guevara in my approach. i no longer feel it necessary to simply aim for the windmills, (mostly because those blades really move and boy god do they hurt), but instead my goal is to pimp our services like nobody's business and do stuff like create mozilla plugins, scripts and various other tools. To that end, i've asked my fellow engineers to help me gather up stuff like that so i can start passing them out like fake year rings at the high school prom.

To do that, however, i need folks to realize i'm doing it so that (in theory) they don't go and do something silly like change the architecture and break everything. Generally that involves using the equivalent of verbal baseball bats to gently convince someone that it's actually in their best interest to something like own the final page, but not the intermediary ones, make some result pages scrapeable (particularly where we can provide easy hooks for folks), and other bits that just sort of make sense to me.

It also seems that i'm gathering a few equally vocal followers, which is nice, until i remember what happened to Mr. Guevara.

Still there are some forms of stupidity that just grate on me like Barry Manilow at a Sid Vicious revival, and occasionally i find it necessary to expel some of my built up piss and vinegar.

Ah well, at least it lead to the following exchange:

Damn.

i thought that sleeping was supposed to releave stress, not make it worse.

i swear i woke up this morning more tired, edgier, and generally crankier than when i went to sleep last night. Suffice to say that my evening's slumber was filled with raging paranoia, depression, and angst.

This sucks.