Conversations with T.S. (08/03/04)

ts: Do you really, secretly wish to be a WebDev?
me: :-?
ts: I can guarantee you that instead of spending hours deciding the topography of apathy, you will spend them in angst deciding how to implement 1+1 and make it = to 3.
me: aaaaargh
me: i know not the pain
ts: Are you optimistically pessimistic?
ts: Or has that condition changed?
me: I am uhhh....
ts: Filled with pathos?
me: well it is a blog after all
me: where everything is amplified
ts: is Ragnorak at hand?
me: Ragnarok is not yet at hand
ts: Then the end of days is not upon us.
me: although the Gotterdammerung might be just around the corner
ts: Götterdämmerung is but a German mistranslation of Ragnarok.
me: those Germans, I tell you
ts: But can anyone take solace in the fact that from the ashes of the old world, a new world will rise.
me: Sie zerstören immer andere people's Kulturen
me: when will that world arise
ts: that would be the pessimistic pessimist in you.
ts: That world will not arise before the old is burned with sheets of flame.
me: alas I've forgotten my pill today
me: are we armed with torches of inferno?
ts: Nay. Surt's fire will immolate the world as the final act to destroy the gods.
me: you do know that my wife's name is Surt, right?
ts: The prophecy is at hand.
ts: Now I feel the need to spend the rest of the evening listening to Wagner.
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me: TS, I'm trusting you to yell at me if and when I get too negative
me: sometimes I don't know when to stop
ts: Why must I do that?
ts: You are your own keeper.
me: I don't trust my own judgment
ts: The decider of fates.
ts: But there is a difference. At the end of the day, when you leave, you always leave this place behind.
me: i'm not sure how to interpret that
ts: rather...you can distinguish between your obligations here, and the limits of that obligation.
ts: I do not have that luxury.
ts: Hence, you are more powerful than me.
me: pray tell, why not
ts: Would you choose to be Washizu, spurred on by prophecy and temptation to bring about change, by force; or, will you be Miki, suspicious and knowing, yet faithful and trusting...to an unfortunate end where circumstances spin out of your control?
me: i would be uhhh....
me: I would be Cluelessizu
ts: Beware of Akechi Mitsuhide, o noble Nobunaga.