Weighing options, tipping scales, all in a day's work.

So you have a great business idea, your product or service fills a need, solves a problem, hits the correct price point. But you want to cash in without doing anything difficult. There are three options: 1. Put it into the public domain, where someone CAN do something with it, but does not afford you the opportunity for victory, 2. Tell nobody, and cling miserly to your idea like a drowning man to a life preserver and when someone independently does the same thing in ten years time you can bemoan it privately, 3. Submit a patent application, which is the same as option two, only you can bemoan publicly, in court at great expense.

The internet: great connector, greater polariser. Before the internet people with weird interests had more trouble encountering each other and its more likely their fascination with the bizarre or macabre would atrophy with time as they interacted with society at large. With internet access a chorus of encouragement from other similarly-minded lunatics strokes the quirks into full-blown obsessions that take over identities. They have found their place and still, all is shaped by circumstance.

Today I independently learned Snapple tastes like some kind of fluid thats been organically recycled once or twice by kidneys, then had high-fructose corn syrup added until it almost crystallises out.

No company has ever folded expecting customers to put their principles ahead of self-interest. But many employees don't hold themselves to the same standards. Why do people work so hard on projects that are so pointless? People put in a lot of late nights thinking of an invisible clock ticking in their heads because they have no problem taking money for time served, but if all you're doing is procrastinating, eventually (no matter how long you spend working) you'll wind up rushed and frustrated under stress you don't need.

The bottom line is that you only have so much time, sooner rather than later that time will be worth more to you than someone or some company's money. It'd be nice to be the sort of person who won't compromise idealistic principles for money, but its also nice to be the sort of person who can afford to live in a nice part of town.

I theorise I could work two jobs if one was ice-cream taster and the other was mattress tester. Still, both could potentially have drawbacks (our new flavour is pralines, dog sweat, and blood, and studies have shown the best sleep may be had on piles of asbestos rubble, we need you to test both by tomorrow).

Thank you professor so-and-so, its fascinating listening to you ramble passionately yet only half-coherently about some stuff you read somewhere, I can't wait to hear what you half-remember the confusing details of next!

People who ramble on and on in an endless, methodical, informative, crushingly detailed way possibly take themselves too seriously.
Its possible you're the only one enthralled by your own eloquence.

A good use of time can be thinking of things to say when beginning every other sentence with "according to frontier law..."

I did learn something else; in words such as McWhatever, the 'Mc' part is known as the medial-capital patronymic particle! Valuable grammatical information I may never use because the correction is possibly more annoying than any transgression. Lamenting a dying language, Ogden said it best:

Coin brassy words at will, debase the coinage;
We're in an if-you-cannot-lick-them-join age,
A slovinliness priovides it own excuse age,
Where usage overnight condones misusage.
Farewell, farewell to my beloved language,
Once English, now a vile orangutanguage.