"He said you're the god of d-random"
Ok, so maybe i have to clarify that a bit.
We have an internal mailing list for developers called d-random (no, that's not really what it's called, but it suffices here). It's a list where folks can talk about random crap. Sometimes it's engineering related, mostly it's about how Vegan Emacs users who drive SUVs can't park, tankless water heater installation, and various groans and complaints against the world/the company/cheese products. Seriously, if you can think of a topic, it's probably come up on d-random, been beaten to death, rehashed, and noted as the principle component of a major conspiracy of the tape dispenser manufacturers association.
There's a near constant stream of messages because, hey, when you've got 9,000 developers spread out over the globe, you've got more than a few cumulative seconds while waiting for the library to finish compiling.
So, having had a lot of time while waiting for libraries to compile and multi-gigabyte data files to process, i've contributed a few messages to d-random over the nearly eight years i've been here.
Alright, a lot of messages.
More than any other employee.
By around an order of magnitude.
Mind you, they're not all crap. In fact, i've gotten a lot of positive feedback about a lot of what i've posted there. Still, it's a helluva lot of messages. This point was recently brought up to me in several ways, notably while i've been on a several month effort to radically reduce the amount of posts i make to that list. Still, since i had a lot of time waiting for stuff to finish for a three year period back around mid 2001 – late 2003, i'm still paying the price. i got the above quote from a friend who overheard a conversation about me. Likewise, in a recent internal hack-day, my effluence was highlighted in a given d-random based analytical hack and was dubbed "the JR" (in good fun, but still…)
i'm really not sure how the heck i should deal with that. i mean, yeah, i'm king of the hill, but it's not exactly the bestest hill to be king of.
i've been kidding around with the idea of becoming the corporate Kibo. A creature of legend and myth that now sits proudly beside Bigfoot and makes the hairy forest dweller get the beer.
'cus it's either that or just start crying.
