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Bob & Fred: Part 2

Bob: I have come to peace with my own inexistence. The fact that I am a character in a short, unintelligible dialogue no longer fills me with misery. This is only, of course, because I have no choice in the matter.

Fred: Does that mean I can stop carrying you to the hospital?

Bob: No! Onward!

Fred: But you told me it was your all-encompassing depression that cost you the use of your limbs.

Bob: True, true. But now prolonged inaction has had the same effect, once mental now physical.

Fred: Perhaps if you just tried to walk.

Bob: As I only exist as predetermined text, the concept of trying is meaningless. Heave ho, my friend, heave ho!

Fred: Still, by your logic, you could be predetermined to try it.

Bob: Good point.

Fred: Well?

Bob: Apparently it was not predetermined to be. Onward!

Bob & Fred: Part 1

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Bob: Do you ever get the feeling you are a meaningless creation, intended simply to fill space while somebody else is biding time?

Fred: Uh... no.

Bob: Well, I certainly do.

Scene: A man sits around a hotel conference room table during a presentation being given by his boss to multiple high level executives (levels much higher than the man's own), expecting at any minute he'll be called upon to answer some questions, and he's sure if he makes a good impression it will do wonders for his career. A hotel-provided hospitality waitress is making the rounds with some drinks and snacks.

WAITRESS: [Whispering] Can I get you something to drink, sir?

MAN: [Paying attention to presentation, he simply shakes his head no.]

WAITRESS: [Whispering a little louder] Sir? Something to drink?

MAN: [He shakes his head no again and motions her away.]

WAITRESS: [A little louder] Drink, sir?

MAN: [Whispers] No.

WAITRESS: Are you sure?

MAN: Nothing to drink, please.

WAITRESS: It's provided free of charge.

MAN: [Getting very frustrated] I'm trying to pay attention. Please.

WAITRESS: Sir, did you hear what I said? It's free.

MAN: [Still whispering, but much louder now] I don't want anything!

WAITRESS: Not even a glass of water?

MAN: No.

WAITRESS: Not even water? Nothing.

MAN: No water. Nothing!

WAITRESS: You aren't thirsty at all?

MAN: [Still whispering, though much louder now. A few people are turning to look.] Look, okay, fine, I'll have some water. Please just get me some water and let me pay attention.

WAITRESS: Just water? I have all sorts of soda and juices. I mean, if you're thirsty you might as well get what you want.

MAN: Just water. I just want water!

WAITRESS: Are you sure?

MAN: Yes, I am absolutely, positively sure all I want to drink is water!

WAITRESS: Okay, one water coming right up.

[Pause]

WAITRESS: Can I get you a snack as well?

MAN: [yelling] GODDAMN IT I DON'T WANT ANY GODDAMN SNACK!

[Everyone in the conference room is silent, staring at the man. The man is horrified. After a long pause the man's boss continues giving the presentation.]

THE END

Note: This actually happened to me once, except for the very last bit with the yelling.

Project Manager: Dev lead, I need an estimate on how long it will take to develop this new project.

Development Lead: I'll need to see some requirements for that project first.

Project Manager: Can't you just give me a quick estimate based on the high-level scope.

Development Lead: The high-level scope provides no information. I need to know what it is we'd be building.

Project Manager: I can't get requirements until the project is approved, for which I need to provide an estimate.

Development Lead: I can't give an estimate until I have requirements.

Project Manager: Then there will never be any new projects ever again because no projects will ever be approved.

Development Lead: Okay, fine, the estimate is ten to one hundred weeks.

Project Manager: What? That estimate is both ridiculously high and ridiculously ambiguous.

Development Lead: That's the best I can give you without requirements.

Project Manager: How about I just say 10 weeks?

Development Lead: No! If any one of a million things is not best case scenario we'll never hit that timeline. How about you just say 100 weeks?

Project Manager: No! The project will never be approved with an estimate that high! How about 15 weeks? This is only an estimate, remember, no one is going to hold you to this estimate.

Development Lead: No one is going to hold me to it?

Project Manager: Of course not, that's why they call it an estimate.

Development Lead: You promise?

Project Manager: Once the requirements are complete we'll have a chance to sit down and fully revise all the estimates.

Development Lead: Okay, as long as you put in big letters above the estimate that this is only an estimate and that we will need to revise it after requirements are complete.

Project Manager: Giant letters. Giant.

Development Lead: Okay.

[FIFTEEN WEEKS LATER]

Project Manager: WHY ISN'T THIS PROJECT FINISHED? YOU TOLD ME IT WOULD BE DONE IN FIFTEEN WEEKS! I COMMUNICATED THAT TO ALL THE CLIENTS AND THEY ARE EXPECTING IT DONE NOW!!!

Development Lead: *Sigh*

King Author Part II

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Previously: [Part I]

Currently: [King Arthur is in a dimly lit, poorly furnished study. He has a pen in his hand but he is not writing, rather he is staring blankly forward. Sir Knight enters, in full knight garb. King Arthur turns to him and reacts in surprise and pleasure. Sir Knight does not look happy.]

King Arthur: Sir Knight! How good of you to come! Have a seat. Let me get you some tea.

[King Arthur hasn't left his seat. Sir Knight waves off the tea anyway.]

Sir Knight: It's taken ages to find you.

KA: I've been especially well hidden, haven't I? Though I suppose there's no stopping old friends.

SK: I'm afraid I'm here on business.

KA: Business? You wouldn't happen to be an agent now, would you?

SK: No, I still work at the pleasure of the king. The NEW king.

KA: Oh, yes, King King. What's he up to these days?

SK: His first order of business was to have you tracked down and killed for abdicating the throne.

KA: Ah.

SK: So I'm afraid you're going to have to come with me.

KA: But I'm almost done with my novel.

SK: Sorry.

KA: Please, it just needs a bit of rewriting and it'll be ready for publication, I'm sure of it. That's all I ask for. Just a month to finish, then maybe one or two more months to do rewrites and polish up the language a bit. After that I'll just need the summer to really tie it all together and rework the ending. Then, I promise, I'll come without complaint.

SK: You'll come with me now.

KA: Yes, but with complaint. You wouldn't want complaint, would you?

SK: I've got my orders.

KA: Why would King King want to have me killed, anyway?

SK: Because you abdicated your throne.

KA: Yes, but, don't you think as the new king, King King would want to show me lenience, just in case one day he abdicates the throne as well. He's setting a bad precedent for himself.

SK: King King is not planning on abdicating.

KA: But just in case.

SK: Look, he can't just let you get away with it. You have to be punished. For the stability of the kingdom. The people need to know that the king is as burdened by his noble obligation to the crown as they are by their poverty, sickness, and general hopelessness. It gives the system balance. If being the king was simply a fun dalliance anyone could do for a while and then stop doing when it got boring, well, then EVERYONE would want to be the king.

KA: Everyone DOES want to be the king!

SK: Not you.

KA: Oh, yes. True. You've got me there. But I'm talking in general. You know what I mean. Most people.

SK: Okay, sure. Yes, most people want to be the king. But do they REALLY want to be the king? It's just like how everyone wants to be a professional athlete. Kids hang up posters of famous jousters on their bedroom walls and dream about jousting one day. But when they realize how difficult it is and how much sacrifice it takes, when they learn about the ten hour days of practice, see how the big-league jousters skip school and college and normal lives to focus on the sport... people want the glory but not the price that comes with it, so they go on with their lives. If you take away the price... suddenly the whole system breaks down.

KA: So King King wants me killed for the good of the system?

SK: I'm afraid that's how it is.

KA: What about my great Camelotian novel?

SK: It'll have to be put aside for now.

KA: You mean forever.

SK: Yes, I'm afraid so.

KA: How did you find me, anyway?

SK: The anonymous letters to the editor about how King Arthur should be given a full pardon and a book deal.

KA: Oh. It was that obvious?

SK: Yes.

KA: Just when I was getting my start.

SK: You've had some success?

KA: Well, I had a short story published in a new online limited-distribution literary journal. Nothing fancy, but it was nice to see my name in print. Otherwise I've been doing ad copy for a ladies magazine to pay the bills. But stuff is being passed around. I'm sure success is right around the corner.

SK: Was it worth leaving the throne?

KA: I often ask myself the same question.

SK: And what do you say?

KA: Yes.

SK: Even when your head is on the chopping block?

KA: I don't take the rejection notices that personally.

SK: I mean the literal chopping block. You're going to be executed for your crimes.

KA: Oh, right. It was still worth it.

SK: What about when you sit up in the middle of the night alone in bed with fear in your heart that you'll never be a successful writer, that you're fooling yourself into believing you can make this sham work, that you gave up a promising career for nothing, that you'll never get the fame or recognition you've dreamt about, and that, worst of all, you're not even very talented?

[King Arthur is silent.]

SK: Well? Is it worth it then?

KA: Would it have been better otherwise, sitting on my throne, failing to change the world? Can you tell me whether my life means more or less as a failed king or as a failed writer?

SK: I don't know.

KA: You, Sir Knight, most sucessful of knights, what have you done to change the world?

[Pause.]

SK: Nothing.

[King Arthur rises.]

KA: I'm ready to go now.

[Pause.]

SK: You weren't a failure as king.

KA: That gives me little respite.

SK: Many people would have glady laid down their lives for you. To be you. I would have glady laid down my life for you.

KA: I wouldn't have asked you to do that.

SK: That's why I would have.

KA: That's your job. You'd lay down your life for any king.

SK: But not gladly.

KA: It wouldn't be worth it.

SK: No one lays down his life for a writer.

KA: That's where you're wrong.

SK: Who in the history of humankind has laid down his life for a writer?

KA: I have. Gladly.

[THE END]

No, it's not.

Yes, it is.

No, it obviously is not.

Do you mean to say that it is unintentionally left blank?

No, I mean that it is not left blank.

Is it unintentionally or intentionally not left blank?

Being that the Supreme Plogger has his hand in everything, I'd have to say intentionally.

So you are saying that it is not unintentionally not left blank?

If by that you mean it is intentionally not left blank, than yes.

Couldn't you also say it is not intentionally left blank?

Uhh... No. I see where you're going with this and the answer is no.

But...

I said no. We've already been down that road.

What about...

Look, this isn't that difficult. You're purposely trying to make this difficult when it isn't difficult at all.

In that case, I take offense with your comments about the Supreme Plogger. Wouldn't his existence mean that nothing is unintentional?

Why is that offensive?

It implies there is no free will.

It implies no such thing.

If nothing is unintentional because the Supreme Plogger intends everything, that means no individual can do anything the Supreme Plogger doesn't intend, meaning there is no free will.

First of all, I didn't say that that Supreme Plogger intends everything, just that the Supreme Plogger has his hand in everything.

Yes, but you drew a direct connection between the Supreme Plogger having his hand in everything to this plog not being unintentionally not left blank. That implies the Supreme Plogger's hand being in something has a direct correlation to intent.

A direct correlation to intent does not necessarily imply a direct correlation to specific intent. It may simply mean the difference between left blank and not left blank. The Supreme Plogger simply intends that things are not left blank, but free will still remains.

But if we don't have the free will to be left blank, how can that be truly called free will?

If we were left blank, we would not exist, and then how could we have free will? We only exist to have free will if we are not left blank. And we rely on the Supreme Plogger to intend that we are not left blank.

Regardless, I maintain that it is not free will. It is only free will if the Supreme Plogger does not have his hand in intending we are not left blank because the Supreme Plogger's intent robs us of the free will to be left blank.

Even if there wasn't a Supreme Plogger, which there is, we would still not be involved in the choice to be left blank or not left blank. We live in a ruled universe. Until we are not left blank we do not exist to make the choice to be not left blank. Once we are not left blank the choice has been made for us, whether by a Supreme Plogger or by some other random, scientific explanation. But within the ruled context with which we exist we have free will.

But how ruled is the context? You're saying it is 1% ruled and therefore we have free will. What if it is 50% ruled? What it if is 99.9% ruled? What if in our lifetimes we get one and only one "free" choice. Can we then be said to have free will?

If that one free choice sets a post-ordained direction for everything else in our life, than, yes, our free will determined everything.

What if that one choice is simply the color shoes you wear on your last living day? I'd hardly call that a life of free will.

You know, I think we're taking the concept of the Supreme Plogger and using it as an inaccurate metaphor. I never intended this discussion to go this way.

That's because you have no free will!

The more interesting question is whether the Supreme Plogger intended the conversation to go this way, and, if not, whether that means he lacks free will.

Yes, but alas, we wasted all our time talking about trivial matters and therefore we'll never know.

Master Circle: Greetings proselytes. It brings me great joy to see us all gathered here tonight for the completion of our ecstatic ascension.

Proselyte Square: Greetings, Master Circle!

Proselyte Triangle: Greetings, Master Circle!

Lisa: [Whispering to Proselyte Triangle.] Uh... Is this not the Weehawken Library Singles-Only Book Club?

Proselyte Triangle: [To Lisa.] Shhh!

Master Circle: Let us prepare ourselves for the coming ecstatic ascension through the ancient ritual preparation ceremony.

[Proselyte Square pours wine into Master Circle's cupped hands and drinks.]

Proselyte Square: I, Proselyte Square, drink from the flowing cup that is Master Circle.

[Proselyte Triangle repeats the same ceremony.]

Proselyte Triangle: I, Proselyte Triangle, drink from the flowing cup that is Master Circle.

[Everyone looks to Lisa. Proselyte Triangle shoves her to the front.]

Lisa: Uh... Hello? I'm Lisa.

Master Circle: We use our full proselyte names here.

Lisa: I think I'm in the wrong...

Master Circle: Full proselyte name!

Lisa: Lisa Point.

Master Circle: Proselyte Point. Do you not know the ancient ritual preparation ceremony for the coming ecstatic ascension?

Lisa: Look, I really think there's been a misunderstanding. I was looking for the Weehawken Library Singles-Only Book Club.

Master Circle: The Weehawken Library Singles-Only Book Club?

Lisa: I brought my copy of "Seabiscuit".

Master Circle: Proselyte Point, will you drink from the flowing cup that is Master Circle?

Lisa: I though the story of "Seabiscuit" was interesting, but overall I didn't find the writing that compelling.

Master Circle: The wine. Drink the wine.

Lisa: [Turning to Proselyte Triangle.] I mean, Triangle, seriously, did you get that much out of the race against War Admiral? It was climactic, I guess, but it wasn't what you'd call an ecstatic ascension, if you know what I mean.

Proselyte Triangle: Uh... I... uh, don't know. I mean, no, I guess not.

Lisa: No, totally not. Exactly.

Master Circle: Are you going to drink the wine?

Lisa: [To Master Circle.] No thanks, I've got to drive after this. [To Proselyte Triangle.] Yeah, so you and I are on the same page. I mean, the climax wasn't even a climax. The story just kept continuing after what was supposed to be the defining moment. It was hard to keep caring.

Proselyte Triangle: Umm... Yes. Sure, yes. It's like after you drink from the cup of Master Circle in the ancient ritual preparation ceremony for the coming ecstatic ascension, and yet the ecstatic ascension never comes. It never comes!

Lisa: Yeah, exactly. I mean, do I really want to keep reading the book after that?

Proselyte Triangle: No! No you don't!

Lisa: No is right. [To Proselyte Square.] And, Square, let me tell you, sometimes it just got boring. It was decently written, but often the details were unnecessary, or, even worse, undramatic.

Proselyte Square: What?

Lisa: You know what I mean. That's the problem with non-fiction. If you're telling the truth you can't polish it to a dramatic finish.

Proselyte Square: Because reality isn't always perfect?

Lisa: Exactly! Instead of everything being exciting highs or desperate lows, you've got details that are slow and boring, you've got moments when the characters you care most about turn out to be playing bit parts. And, unfortunately, while that doesn't necessarily make the best story, that's reality.

Proselyte Square: But it's okay to feel minimized at times?

Lisa: Well, sure, in life it is. But not necessarily in a book that I've devoted so much time and effort to getting through.

Proselyte Square: Yes. Yes! You're right!

Master Circle: Proselyte Point! Just what do you think you're doing?

Lisa: I'm just discussing the book. Isn't that what we're here for? Discussion?

Master Circle: There will be no discussion!

Lisa: Well, what's the point if there's no discussion? Sure, I know in some book clubs they just sit around and drink wine and gossip about trivialities, but is that what we really want? Is the Weehawken Library Singles-Only Book Club going to sink so low? Don't we want to aspire to a higher intellectual state where we encourage and facilitate discussion?

Master Circle: Yes, that is exactly what we want. We want to achieve the ecstatic ascension and reach a higher intellectual state.

Lisa: Well, great then. We can do that right here. Just because we're a bunch of thirty-something singles doesn't mean we can't participate in stimulating discussions.

Master Circle: But...

Lisa: Just the fact that we've all gathered here shows that we have a higher intellectual state. It's not like we need to die and go to heaven to have a decent conversation, right? Ha!

Master Circle: We don't need to die and go to heaven?

Lisa: Exactly, you get me. Just because we're single and maybe a little lonely doesn't mean we can't improve ourselves. Let's just sit around and chat about "Seabicuit" in both an intellectual and friendly manner and see what we can't get out of it.

Master Circle: Uh, sure. Okay.

Lisa: So what did you think about it?

Master Circle: Well, actually, I found it kind of hard to really care that much about a horse.

Proselyte Square: Totally.

Proselyte Triangle: It's hard to believe people got so worked up over a race like that.

Lisa: You know what? I think I will have a glass of that wine after all.

[THE END]

The Vulture and Prometheus

[Prometheus is chained to a rock. A vulture is eating his exposed liver.]

Prometheus: Oh, the torment it is to be me! Look how I have been repaid for my blessings to humanity! Chained to a rock for all eternity!

Vulture: Yeah, yeah. You've been whining about this for thousands of years now. Give it a rest.

Prometheus: Excuse me?

Vulture: I said to give it a rest. I'm sick of hearing you complain about your endless torment.

Prometheus: Well, it is quite endless, you have to admit.

Vulture: Sure, that's the whole point of endless torment. But are you making it any better by constantly moaning?

Prometheus: No, I suppose not, but... You can talk?

Vulture: Yes, obviously. Unlike some people, however, I keep my problems to myself once in a while.

Prometheus: What problems?

Vulture: Well, your liver, for one thing. Do you think I enjoy eating the same liver every day? No. Besides, I'm a vulture, I prefer to eat carrion. But you, unfortunately, are most definitely living.

Prometheus: I sort of figured the liver of a living creature would be a kind of gourmet meal for you.

Vulture: Well, it's not.

Prometheus: So, really, all this time you've been able to talk?

Vulture: Yes.

Prometheus: And it's taken you thousands of years to say something.

Vulture: I finally hit my breaking point.

Promethues: Monks would be humbled by your extreme patience.

Vulture: Everyone is always talking about the eternal punishment poor old Prometheus gets for stealing fire and giving it to the humans, but no one ever talks about me, unless it's to talk about how much your punishment sucks.

Prometheus: So you're being punished too?

Vulture: Yes. Forced to peck at your stinking liver for all eternity.

Prometheus: Wow. I never even considered it. What did you do to deserve such a punishment?

Vulture: I stole bread from the heavens and gave it to the humans.

Prometheus: You did?

Vulture: Yes. And while I realize fire is really great and everything, bread is pretty darn important too. You know how hard it is to make bread? You put yeast and flour and water together and knead it and let it rise and cook it and let it rise again and cook it again... You think someone just came up with that on their own? No. I taught them how to do it. And bread, let me tell you, has been pretty damn important to the human race.

Prometheus: I never heard that myth about a vulture bringing bread.

Vulture: I know, I know. It makes my punishment all the harder. I don't even get credit.

Prometheus: Honestly, I'm a little skeptical. Why would a vulture even care about bread? You said yourself that you prefer carrion.

Vulture: That's why I gave the recipe away. I didn't really want it in the first place.

Prometheus: I don't know.

[The vulture gets pissed off and pecks at Prometheus' liver even harder than usual.]

Prometheus: Ow! Ow! Okay, fine! I believe you.

Vulture: No one ever stops to question the supporting characters of history. The bit parts get overlooked. Maybe that "woman with coffee" inspired the Mona Lisa. Maybe that tree in the scenery was the one that dropped the apple on Newton's head. Maybe that man in the corner is somebody's father. You ever think of that? Those trivialized extras have stories of their own. We are important to the world, too! We have something to say! We have had our own impact on the universe!

[Pause, as Prometheus thinks about the vast implications of what the vulture has said.]

Prometheus: You really stole bread from the heavens? Ow! Ow! Okay, okay, I believe you already!

THE END

MixedMetaphors.net: Hello, I'm MixedMetaphors.net, a website devoted to mixed metaphors. So surf the web to MixedMetaphors.net!

MisplacedModifiers.net: Hello, I'm MisplacedModifiers.net, a website devoted to misplaced modifiers. I noticed that the phrase 'surf the web' is a misplaced modifier when you were talking.

MixedMetaphors.net: Hey, I never noticed that 'surf the web' is a mixed metaphor! People always say 'surf the web' and they're all blithely using a mixed metaphor. The Internet publicity machine has blinded us all! The wool has been pulled over the bulls horns!

MisplacedModifiers.net: Okay, this play is on its fourth line of dialogue and I've already gotten the joke not even paying close attention.

MixedMetaphors.net: Well, in your attempt to write misplaced modifiers you are saying completely ungrammatical sentences.

MisplacedModifiers.net: Your mixed metaphors are either nonsensical or not even metaphors, such as that last one which was really just mixed terminology but not mixed metaphors eating a sandwich.

MixedMetaphors.net: Oh yeah? Well... Eating a sandwich?

MisplacedModifiers.net: Yes, eating a sandwich.

MixedMetaphors.net: Um. I'm as confused as a puppy trying to talk its way out of a paper bag.

MisplacedModifiers.net: It's the classic misplaced modifier. "A boy sat on a bench eating a sandwich." A bench can't eat a sandwich!

MixedMetaphors.net: That had nothing to do with what you were talking about!

MisplacedModifiers.net: Dude, are you MixedMetaphors.net or EndsSentencesWithPrepositions.net? This is a concept play and I'd appreciate it if you stuck to the proper grammatical errors eating a sandwich.

MixedMetaphors.net: You can't just end a sentence with the phrase 'eating a sandwich' when it turns out that you have no modifiers to misplace! You're simply letting the wind out of the boat!

MisplacedModifiers.net: Well, with no regard for the audience, you're simply making up random phrases instead of mixing real metaphors... Uh... eating a sandwhich.

MixedMetaphors.net: Okay, that was the perfect opportunity to misplace a modifier. You could have said, "Instead of mixing real metaphors you're simply making up random phrases with no regard for the audience." Is it you with no regard for the audience or is it the random phrase that has no regard for the audience? See? Perfect!

MisplacedModifiers.net: Well, you didn't even try to mix a metaphor that time.

MixedMetaphors.net: Maybe I did mix a metaphor and you were just too dense for it to sink in.

EndsSentencesWithPrepositions.net: While I appreciate the fact that you mixed the metaphors of density and sinking, that's the second time you used a preposition to end a sentence on.

MixedMetaphors.net: First of all, who sent you an engraved invitation to this party? Second of all, I didn't end a sentence in a preposition, because in the phrase "sink in" the "in" serves as an adverb, not a preposition.

EndsSentencesWithPrepositions.net: Oh. Well, sorry, I screwed that up.

MixedMetaphors.net: And, just so we're clear as a glass filled with bells on this particular issue, in the phrase "screwed that up" the "up" also serves as an adverb, so that sentence didn't end in a preposition either.

EndsSentencesWithPrepositions.net: Argh!

MixedMetaphors.net: And, I'm sure I don't have to tell anyone, but "Argh" is not a preposition. Face it, you're an outdated rule that no longer applies in all circumstances, you're like a dinosaur on stilts.

MisplacedModifiers.net: ...

MixedMetaphors.net: And, yes, I know that wasn't a mixed metaphor, it was just a crappy metaphor. Maybe I don't FEEL like mixing metaphors right now, okay? Maybe I only SOMETIMES mix metaphors, and sometimes I make crappy metaphors, and sometimes I just talk like a normal human being. I mean, like a normal web site. Or, rather, like a normal whatever it is I'm supposed to be in this ridiculous play.

THE END

The Point

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Infrastructure Expert A: What we need is a Point Person to provide proper communication procedures.

Infrastructure Expert B: Yes. Currently our communication has been both inconsistent and chaotic. A Point Person from the Metadata Team would solve this problem.

Infrastructure Expert A: We need to define a single Metadata Point Person, understand that Point Person's responsibilities, and then have this single Point Person attends every 8:15 AM status review meeting.

Metadata Expert A: Has the Metadata Team communication been inadequate up to this point?

Infrastructure Expert A: The Metadata Team communication has been inconsistent.

Metadata Expert B: I believe that I serve as the Point Person.

Metadata Expert A: I too serve as the Point.

Metadata Expert B: We both serve as the Point.

Infrastructure Expert B: We can't have two Points! That defeats the point of a Point.

Metadata Expert A: What hasn't been communicated that would have been communicated with a Point?

Infrastructure Expert A: The Infrastructure Upgrade need was communicated to the perceived Point, yet lower level Metadata Experts didn't know about it.

Metadata Expert B: The Infrastructure Upgrade needs were only communicated once, and inconsistently, and never officially.

Infrastructure Expert B: Even with a Point, what is the Point's responsibilities vs. the Infrastructure Team's responsibilities?

Metadata Expert A: I think it sounds like we also need a Point.

Infrastructure Expert B: Would it be the Infrastructure Team's responsibility to communicate things like the Infrastructure Upgrade to the Point and than the Point would communicate this Metadata Upgrade to the lower level Metadata Experts? Or would it remain the Infrastructure Team's responsibility to communicate the Infrastructure Upgrade to all Metadata Team experts?

Metadata Expert A: Yes, the Metadata Team requires that the Infrastructure Team provides a Point for the Metadata Team's Point.

Infrastructure Expert A: Our Point will be assigned and available on every 8:15 AM status review meeting to meet and discuss with your Point. Our Point will then relay important information to the respective team experts.

Metadata Expert B: It will remain the responsibility of your Point to forward information to lower level team experts after initial communication has been achieved with our Point.

Infrastructure Expert A: Agreed.

Infrastructure Expert B: Wait. What's the point of the Point if our Point is responsible for both communicating with your Point and then still has to notify all the other lower level team experts.

Metadata Expert A: Your Point is provided a single communication initiation Point.

Infrastructure Expert B: The whole point is to avoid multiple lines of communication. Your point should control this to minimize necessary inter-team notifications.

Metadata Expert B: Our Point facilitates, if not minimizes.

Infrastructure Expert A: The point is that there is one Point. As long as we have one Point, then communication will be easier, even if there are multiple notifications.

Infrastructure Expert B: Then there might as well not be a Point. If I, as our Point, need to notify everybody, then why do I need their Point? Their Point simply adds an additional notification step.

Metadata Expert B: You're confusing notification with communication.

Infrastructure Expert B: They're the same thing.

Metadata Expert B: They're completely different. You communicate a concept. You notify someone of a fact.

Infrastructure Expert B: But you need to communicate a notification of a fact.

Metadata Expert A: You mean you have to notify someone of a communication of a concept.

Infrastructure Expert B: I don't want to be notifying everybody of everything!

Infrastructure Expert A: Perhaps we need a Notification Point in addition to a Communication Point.

Metadata Expert A: Exactly! Your Communication Point will communicate to our Communication Point who will Notify our Notification Point who will Notify the lower-level Experts of the notification of communication!

Infrastructure Expert A: And vice versa, of course.

Metadata Expert A: Of course!

Metadata Expert B: Of course!

Metadata Expert A: Of course!

Infrastructure Expert B: [Sigh.] Of course.

THE END

A: I have decided that, in order to reach a higher plane of existence, I shall practice complete and total self-denial from this moment forward.

B: What higher plane of existence do you hope to achieve? And how can you practice complete self-denial? There is no such thing as complete self-denial.

A: To whom are you talking?

B: Uh... To you?

A: To whom are you talking?

B: Is there something wrong? Can you not hear me?

A: It is strange how you are talking into thin air. There is no one here but you, yet you still talk.

B: Are you kidding me? Is this how you practice self-denial?

A: You should seek help, as you are talking to yourself.

B: I'm talking to you. You obviously hear what I am saying, since you are commenting on the fact that I am talking.

A: It’s as if... Yes, you appear to actually believe someone is responding to your words. Do you truly think you are talking to someone?

B: Yes, I’m talking to you. You’re asking me questions, and I’m responding, but then you act like I’m talking to no one because you’re pretending you don’t exist. But how could you be asking me questions if you don’t exist?

A: Poor, poor man. You are rambling on about some other person asking you questions, and yet there is no one here to hear you or help you.

B: Not only are you here, you are also talking. If you weren't here and weren’t talking, how could I be so accurately responding to what you are saying?

A: It's very odd how your words almost seem to be a response to the thoughts of the cosmic ether.

B: That's because my words are a response to you talking to me.

A: It is as if in your warped mind you are holding a conversation with a real person who is talking to you. And that conversation, due to grand cosmic coincidence, happens to coincide with the non-existent thoughts of the non-existent cosmic ether.

B: It's not me who is warped! It's you. Look, I'm not talking to myself, I'm talking to you. I'm responding to you.

A: If an omnipresent third party could somehow hear both your rambling, incoherent mutterings as well as the ethereal and mystical thoughts of the grand, cosmic ether, to that omniscient third party it would appear that an actual conversation was taking place.

B: That’s because a conversation is, in fact, taking place. A somewhat one-sided conversation, I’ll admit, but that’s only because you won’t directly respond to me.

A: But that omniscient third party would be fooled. That omniscient third party would merely be witnessing the ravings of a lunatic juxtaposed with the pitying observations of the non-existent cosmic ether, in such a way so as to look like the raving lunatic could actually hear the non-existent thoughts of the cosmic ether.

B: You are the raving lunatic.

A: But since it is impossible for someone to hear the non-existent thoughts of the cosmic ether, the raving lunatic couldn’t possibly actually hear those thoughts, and so must be a raving lunatic. Also, since it is impossible for someone to hear the non-existent thoughts of the cosmic ether than there also couldn’t be am omniscient third-party observer, so at least the confusion is avoided.

B: I’m not a raving lunatic!

A: Oh, how the non-existent cosmic ether pities this poor, raving lunatic. For what else proves a man a raving lunatic more than what that man stands alone and shouts that he is not a raving lunatic. Hopefully no others aside from the non-existent cosmic ether will witness this raving lunatic declare his own sanity, thus proving the opposite.

B: Look, if you’d just respond directly to me instead of pretending I’m talking to myself, we could actually come to some understanding. I’m not just rambling incoherently, I am responding to everything you say.

A: If only you truly could here the thoughts of the non-existent cosmic ether, than perhaps there could be some comfort to you. But, no, instead you will have to go on having an insane conversation with yourself that just happens to sound exactly like a sane conversation would sound if you were able to hear the thoughts of the non-existent cosmic ether.

B: Look, just suppose for a moment that I truly am a raving lunatic talking to myself, and that my rambling, random words do happen to form into the exact words that a non-raving-lunatic would say if he were actually able to hear the words of the non-existent ether, okay?

A: Ah, how sad. The raving lunatic is attempting to reason with the non-existent cosmic ether as if he could actually hold a conversation with it.

B: Damn it, I’m not… Okay, I’m not going to let you rile me. I’m just going to continue. Like I was saying, suppose you are correct, and I can’t actually hear the ether...

A: Which you definitely can’t.

B: So if I can’t hear… Wait a minute, you just responded to me! You just directly responded to something I said! You admit that I can hear you?

A: Ah, it amuses the non-existent cosmic ether how this raving lunatic happens to act like the non-existent cosmic ether spoke directly to him, right after the non-existent cosmic ether actually did speak directly to him. Of course, the raving lunatic can’t actually hear the non-existent cosmic ether speaking directly to him, the cosmic ether merely spoke as if it were speaking directly to the raving lunatic for the cosmic ether’s own amusement, and the raving lunatic’s lunatic ravings just happened to coincidentally be the words that would be spoken by a non-raving-lunatic if the non-raving-lunatic could hear the non-existent cosmic ether. This amuses the non-existent cosmic ether even more. The amusement of the non-existent cosmic ether is very complex, being that the non-existent cosmic ether is non-existent cosmic ether.

B: I am not a raving lunatic!

A: Once again, the self-denying declaration of sanity.

B: Oh, damn it, you did it to me again. Back to what I was saying, which is supposing I can’t actually hear what you are saying...

A: You can’t.

B: Supposing I can’t, yet I still happen to rave in such a way that my words correspond perfectly to the words of a non-raving-lunatic who can hear the non-existent cosmic ether...

A: Ah, it is so strange and coincidental and amusing how they do.

B: Than what is the difference between a non-raving-lunatic and a raving lunatic? How can even the non-existent cosmic ether know that I am not actually a sane individual having a conversation with the non-existent cosmic ether?

A: Oh, this is so sad. If only this raving lunatic could hear the non-existent cosmic ether than the non-existent cosmic ether would explain that it is impossible to hear the non-existent cosmic ether and therefore he is definitely a raving lunatic.

B: How can anyone tell who is and who is not a raving lunatic? How can anyone tell if he himself is not a raving lunatic?

A: Alas. It’s probably better for this poor raving lunatic that he doesn’t ever realize he is a raving lunatic, so it is for the best that he can’t hear the non-existent cosmic ether explain it.

B: Every conversation I’ve ever had might have just been my lunatic ravings to no one. Do raving lunatic realize they’re raving lunatics? Or do they think they are talking to other people when they rave at nothing?

A: But, of course, if he could hear the non-existent cosmic ether explain that he is a raving lunatic than he wouldn’t actually be a raving lunatic, since he’d be able to hear the non-existent cosmic ether. An amusing paradox. But, since he can’t hear the non-existent cosmic ether, of course, he is a raving lunatic.

B: Is anything said by anyone anywhere not the ravings of a lunatic?

A: In any case, he probably doesn’t even know what he is saying. To him, the poor raving lunatic, the noises coming out of his mouth are nothing but random nonsensical syllables, and due to grand cosmic coincidence those random syllables happen to sound like real words, and due to grand cosmic coincidence those real words happen to form into complete sentences, and due to grand cosmic coincidence those complete sentences happen to make up one side of a dialogue, and due to grand cosmic coincidence that one side of dialogue is the same as the one side of dialogue would be if it were spoken by a sane individual who could hear the thoughts of the non-existent cosmic ether.

B: Yes, it is true.

A: Ah, how ineffable is the grand cosmic coincidence of the universe.

[THE END]

King Author

King Arthur: Do you ever feel like you've fallen into a rut?

Sir Knight: A rut?

KA: You know, a rut.

SK: You feeling okay, king?

KA: Yeah, yeah. Fine. Well, no.

SK: Are you ill? You don't seem very king-like.

KA: That's just it, really. What is king-like? And how did I get to be it?

SK: Well, you are the king.

KA: The king. Bah. I never wanted to be king.

SK: Yet, you are the king.

KA: But I never wanted to be.

SK: Really? It sure seems like you wanted to be the king. You lined up just like everyone else to pull that sword out of the stone. And then you rode around for months killing people who challenged your right to leadership. And don't forget that controversial two page editorial entitled "Why I want to be King". You were very proud of that article, if I remember correctly.

KA: But, you know, it was mostly because I felt like I had to do it. All that stuff. I was being pressured.

SK: Pressured by what?

KA: You know. Circumstance. Fate. My mom. That sort of thing.

SK: So what is it exactly you're trying to say?

KA: I want to be a writer.

SK: A writer?

KA: Yeah. Remember that two page editorial I wrote? I mean, it was mostly nonsense, but I really felt like I had something going there. When I put my pen to papyrus, well, it was electric. I'd never felt more alive.

SK: For a writer, you sure speak in a lot of clichés.

KA: I'm a writer, not a public speaker.

SK: Actually, you're a king. THE king, in fact.

KA: Yeah, yeah. All these books and movies written about me, all this gold, all this glory, what does it get me? Not happiness, I can tell you that. Am I content? No.

SK: Who in this life is content?

KA: Does my wife even care that I'm the king? No. She's always mooning over those wandering minstrels. She denies it, sure, but I can see it in her eyes. Every time some minstrel wanders by she gets all skittish, like a damn school girl or something. Women just love musicians, it comes down to that. I should have been a musician. That's the way to really get the chicks.

SK: You can pretty much have any woman you want, king.

KA: Yeah, but it's not the same. I want them to swoon, you know? I want them to really want me, not just fear death if they refuse my drunken advances.

SK: So what are you saying? Do you want to be a musician or a writer?

KA: A writer. The musician thing is pure fantasy. I mean, come on, a musician? Let's be serious. A king can't just abdicate his thrown and start wandering around minstreling. There's really no future in it.

SK: But a writer?

KA: Well, I figure I could also do some freelance copywriting or something. To pay the bills. Maybe teach a summer course at the university.

SK: What the hell are you talking about?

KA: Sometimes you have to take a good hard look at your life and honestly reevaluate your priorities.

SK: Your priorities should be to your kingdom. Your people. You're the bloody king.

KA: But what about me?

SK: You're the KING.

KA: So I should be able to do whatever I want.

SK: Well, yeah, but... But not that. I mean, if I one day I told you that I no longer wanted to be one of your trusty knights and instead I was going to take up professional macrame or something, you wouldn't just let me walk off.

KA: Sure I would.

SK: No you wouldn't.

KA: Yes, if it was what you truly wanted to do.

SK: No. You'd have me killed for betraying the sworn oath of the kingdom.

KA: Yeah, that's true.

SK: You see?

KA: It's different.

SK: How?

KA: I'm the king.

SK: Not if you give it up to be a writer. Then you're not the king.

KA: So, what you're saying is as the king, I can do whatever I want, without fear of reprisal, EXCEPT give up my position as king. Because if I use the rights of my kingly position to stop being the king, I'm no longer the king, and therefore I can't do whatever I want, and therefore I'll be beheaded for the crime of having given up my position as king.

SK: That's pretty much the catch.

KA: Well.

SK: Yup.

KA: Maybe I could write in my spare time or something.

[THE END]

Who Trains The Trainer?

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Management Trainer Trainer: Hello, Management Trainer Trainee, welcome to the Management Trainer Training class, where you will learn all there is to learn about training Managers. First, I'd like to talk about going around the circle and introducing ourselves, since you, in a few short months, will be going around the circle in your Management Training course and having Managers introduce themselves.

Management Trainer Trainee: Hello, I'm...

Management Trainer Trainer: Shut up! I didn't say we were going to go around the circle and actually introduce ourselves. I said we were going to TALK about going around the circle and introducing ourselves.

Management Trainer Trainee: Sorry.

MTT: This is a serious seminar. This isn't some sort of preschool get together where we all have a nice little introductory icebreaker before we begin.

MTTee: But, um, the actual Management Training Seminar is?

MTT: Yes, crawling worm. In order to gain effective control over your Managers, you will need to start off by breaking their spirit, and there is no better way to do that by having them go around the circle naming an animal that begins with the first letter of their name.

MTTee: I see.

MTT: YOU SEE NOTHING! You are a training gnat! You aren't even fit to train Associate Vice Presidents, let alone actual executives! GET OUT OF MY MANAGEMEMT TRAINING TRAINING SEMINAR

MTTee: Please, great Management Training Trainer, do not banish me from your ancient mountaintop temple of Management Training Training.

MTT: Now you are learning the three great mysteries of Management Training Training. One, do not question the management training trainer. Two, all management trainers must be rock-climbing experts because the Great Management Training Trainer lives on a mountaintop.

MTTee: Uh. That was only two great mysteries. In fact, the first great mystery wasn’t really a mystery. It was more of a rule.

MTT: You are breaking the first mystery of Management Training Training!

MTTee: How can I be breaking a mystery? The fact that I can break it proves it’s a rule.

MTT: A mystery can also be a rule, lowly woodpecker.

MTTee: Can it?

MTT: Since the first of the three great mysteries of Management Training Training is both a mystery and a rule, it is therefore proven that a mystery can also be a rule.

MTTee: Ah. Wait, no. You haven’t proven anything. You can’t use the very thing being questioned to prove the thing being questioned.

MTT: [Knowingly] Can’t I?

MTTee: No.

MTT: [More knowingly] But can’t I?

MTTee: Uh. No.

MTT: [Condescendingly knowingly] Ah ha, but you see, can’t I?

MTTee: Just because you keep saying “Can’t I” it isn’t going to change my answer.

MTT: [Incredibly knowingly] Ah, but won’t it?

MTTee: No.

MTT: [Otherworldly knowingly] Yes, but won’t it?

MTTee: Argh! This is the worst Management Training Training ever! Who trained you to be a Management Training Trainer?

MTT: The Great Management Training Training Trainer.

MTTee: And who trained him?

MTT: The Even Greater Management Training Training Training Trainer.

MTTee: And who trained that guy?

MTT: The Super Greatest Management Training Training Training Training Trainer.

MTTee: And him?

MTT: No one.

MTTee: No one?

MTT: Yes. We refer to the Super Greatest Management Training Training Training Training Trainer as the Untrained Trainer.

MTTee: As in the Unmoved Mover?

MTT: No. As in the Untrained Trainer.

MTTee: Are you implying the original Management Training Training Training Training Trainer was god?

MTT: Simple clam, I am implying anything you are willing to infer.

MTTee: This is ridiculous. All I’ve learned is that nobody needs any training whatsoever to be a Management Trainer.

MTT: YES! You have learned! Congratulations, you have reached the next step in your journey!

MTTee: What?

MTT: You have graduated from this course and are finally ready to train managers! Spread your Management Training wings and fly!

MTTee: Really?

MTT: Yes. My training has been successful.

MTTee: But all I’ve learned from your training is that I don’t need training to be a Management Trainer. And since you had to train me to learn that I don’t need training, even your training itself was sort of a failure.

MTT: Get the hell off my mountain.

[THE END]

Sisyphus and Tantalus

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Sisyphus and Tantalus
A Short Play

Characters
Sisyphus: A sinner condemned to an eternity of rolling a boulder uphill then watching it roll back down again.
Tantalus: A sinner condemned to an eternity of thirst, only to have the waters recede out of reach every time he attempts to drink.

Scene - The Underworld

Tantalus: Hey.

Sisyphus: [Pushes rock, grunts]

Tantalus: I said, hello.

Sisyphus: [Pausing in his task of rock-pushing.] Actually, you said "hey," not, "hello."

Tantalus: Well, I implied "hello."

Sisyphus: So, you did.

Tantalus: Well, anyway, hello.

Sisyphus: [Resumes pushing his rock, grunts.]

Tantalus: You're not very social, are you?

Sisyphus: If you haven't noticed, I'm busy pushing a boulder up this hill.

Tantalus: Why?

Sisyphus: I'm not sure, really. I suppose that when I get it to the top of the hill, I can go free.

Tantalus: Go free?

Sisyphus: You know. Free from rolling this boulder up the hill.

Tantalus: You could be free from rolling the boulder up the hill if you just stopped rolling the boulder up the hill.

Sisyphus: [Pauses to think about this.] No. That isn't right.

Tantalus: Why not?

Sisyphus: Because, then the boulder would not be at the top of the hill. I couldn't be free from rolling the boulder up the hill if the boulder never made it to the top of the hill.

Tantalus: Sure you would. You wouldn't be stuck rolling the boulder up the hill.

Sisyphus: No, no, no. I'd be free from the act of rolling the boulder up the hill, but I'd never be free from the actual rolling of the boulder up the hill. The boulder would sit here at the bottom of the hill for all eternity, never having been rolled up the hill. Wherever I went, whatever I did, I'd be enslaved by the very notion of rolling the boulder up the hill.

Tantalus: But it's the act which enslaves you, not the notion.

Sisyphus: I disagree. The notion enslaves us. By performing the act, it becomes mine. I enslave the act.

Tantalus: But you could stop your toil. Just walk away from the boulder, both the act and the notion.

Sisyphus: One cannot walk away from notions. An incomplete notion always exists, ensnaring us, filling our heads until no new notions can enter. A man's life is the sum of his completed notions, but his mind is chained by the sum of the incomplete.

Tantalus: But, by that logic, any notion a person has, even if just the barest of a thought, must be acted out, or else the person will be forever haunted by it.

Sisyphus: Yes. [He resumes pushing the boulder up the hill.]

Tantalus: But the boulder is just going to roll down to the bottom again.

Sisyphus: Perhaps.

Tantalus: Look, at least in my eternal attempt at drinking, I have a physical need to sate.

Sisyphus: So go back to attempting to sate it.

Tantalus: It just seems that I should be able to convince you. It seems a shame to just leave you like this.

Sisyphus: Then, by all means, try to convince me.

Tantalus: But you're not going to listen, are you?

Sisyphus: I'll listen.

Tantalus: But you'll never agree.

Sisyphus: Perhaps you will come close to convincing me, perhaps time and time again it will seem like I am about to give, about to see your logic, about to wipe my hands of this boulder and come join you in a drink. But then my convictions will take hold, and I will remember myself, and all your hard work will slip away, you will have to start again with your arguments, it will go like this forever.

Tantalus: Oh.

Sisyphus: Or, you could walk away, and leave me to my task in peace.

Tantalus: Oh.

[Tantalus stands, thirsty and unsatisfied, watching Sisyphus.]

THE END.

Chipotle vs Free Birds

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Chipotle vs Free Birds
A Fast Food Burrito Play

Chipotle: My burritos can kick your burritos' butts.

Free Birds: No way. My burritos put your burritos to shame. Besides, burritos don't have butts.

Chipotle: Your burritos are lame and messy and oversauced.

Free Birds: Your burritos are bland and virginal, no one wants that shizzit.

Chipotle: You have an annoyingly long line.

Free Birds: That's because we're so much more popular than you, loser.

Chipotle: We're owned by McDonalds, mo-fo, and Ronald packs a mean punch, so don't mess with us.

Free Birds: We're an independent and fresh voice in the fast food burrito community.

Chipotle: Ronald will crush you.

Free Birds: You will never be able to sway our liberal-minded college-attending patrons to start purchasing your evil, mass-produced chain burritos of doom.

Chipotle: Oh yeah?

Free Birds: Yeah.

Chipotle: Oh yeah?!?!?!?!

Free Birds: Yeah!!!!

[A giant red clown foot descends from the sky and crushes Free Birds.]

Chipotle. Oh yeah.

THE END

Fish and Cow

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Cow: Hello, I am a cow.

Fish: Hello, I am a fish.

Cow: Isn't it interesting that we can talk to each other, even though you're a fish and I'm a cow?

Fish: Who'd of thunk?

Cow: So, what's your name?

Fish: Cow.

Cow: Really?

Fish: Yes.

Cow: Interesting. My name's fish.

Fish: That's quite a coincidence.

Cow: Wait a minute... Typically, in a play, it's a character's name that begins each spoken line.

Fish: So.

Cow: If my name is Fish and your name is Cow, why do all our line headers say the reverse?

Fish: Because I'm a fish and you're a cow.

Cow: Are you really a fish?

Fish: Yes.

Cow: Then how come you're talking to a cow. Don't you need to be underwater?

Fish: I am.

Cow: No you're not.

Fish: Actually, I'm just a bunch of white markings on a black background... Or maybe black markings on white background, depending on how the bodycolor is set.

Cow: What?

Fish: Just words, cow.

Cow: Fish.

Fish: What?

Cow: No... I'm Fish. You're Cow.

Fish: But I'm fish and you're cow.

Cow: This is ridiculous.

Fish: How can we ever settle this confusing situation? One of us will have to die.

[Fish dies.]

Cow: Well, that was sad.

Fish: Hey! You can't talk! You're dead!

Cow: No, you're dead!

Fish: The stage direction said that Fish died.

Cow: You're the fish.

Fish: But your name is Fish. And the line said Fish with a capital F, meaning it was a name, so it meant you.

Cow: It had a capital F because it was at the beginning of a sentence. It was just a generic object, meaning you.

Fish: Well, apparently neither of us are dead, so it doesn't matter.

[Both the fish and cow die horrible gruesome deaths and burn eternally in hell.]

Fish: Ow.

Cow: Sure is hot here.

Fish: Ow.

Cow: You can say that again.

Fish: Ow.

The Devil: Shut up and get back to work.

Cow: Moo.

[The end]

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