Showing posts with label Navigator Meyer can only steer left. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Navigator Meyer can only steer left. Show all posts

Friday, July 19, 2013

Zombie chow...with mayonnaise

Navigator Meyer, HMS Kraken*

You know? I swear sometimes Tome is psychic. Just the other day I was asking the big question, "What is the nature of mistakes?"We all make them, but not all mistakes are created equal, or have similar consequences.

See Navigator Meyer up there? He's in charge of the big wheel that safely takes Alliance passengers from Stormwind to Northrend. He's done the voyage millions of times. And yet, there he is, in his Alliance blue and gold, expertly trimmed mustache and beard, and what's that? An eye patch? Somewhere along the way he and one of his eyes parted ways. Now, we're not sure if it was a Bloodsail pirate and the business end of a cutlass, or if he slipped in the kitchen on some spilled mayonnaise and fell into the dog's water dish just so. We will never know. But what we do know is something was miscalculated: either he parried when he should have dodged the end of that sword, or he should have stayed home in bed, or dammit, why oh why didn't he clean up that damn mayonnaise? (Did you know that Chileans consume the third largest amount of mayonnaise on the planet? I did not know that until I watched the Daily Show yesterday on Tivo).

A quote to ponder from one of my favorite writers, Tom Robbins: (although I think my odds are slightly better with the rattlesnake...)

“Nature is not infallible. Nature makes mistakes. That's what evolution is all about: growth by trail and error. Nature can be stupid and cruel. Oh, my, how cruel! That's okay. There's nothing wrong with Nature being dumb and ugly because it is simultaneously--paradoxically--brilliant and superb.

But to worship the natural at the exclusion of the unnatural is to practice Organic Fascism--which is what many of my pilgrims practice. And in the best tradition of fascism, they are totally intolerant of those who don't share their beliefs; thus, they foster the very kinds of antagonism and tension that lead to strife, which they, pacifists one and all, claim to abhor. To insist that a woman who paints berry juice on her lips is somehow superior to the woman who wears Revlon lipstick is sophistry; it's smug sophistical skunkshit. Lipstick is a chemical composition, so is berry juice, and they both are effective for decorating the face. If lipstick has advantages over berry juice then let us praise that part of technology that produced lipstick. The organic world is wonderful, but the inorganic isn't bad, either. The world of plastic and artifice offers its share of magical surprises.

A thing is good because it's good, not because it's natural. A thing is bad because it's bad, not because it's artificial. It's not a damn iota better to be bitten by a rattlesnake than shot by a gun.”


― Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues


We all make mistakes: I know a few perfectionists. During the past week, my boss pointed over to a colleague I've worked with for years, in fact, where I lead many of our collaborative works, and she asked me if I knew this person. This person just won the "I got this award that all of you deserve too but someone decided that my shit stinks far less than yours" award. This put her in rockstar status in my boss's eyes I suppose. It's a bit galling I guess. I also have another colleague who sent me a text one afternoon not too long ago about the AWARDWINNINGROCKSTAR, to the effect she wanted to stab a pencil in her eye. Hmmmm. 

Anyway, here are some NPR/TED talks on the subject, but I like this quote:

"When we start losing our tolerance for vulnerability, uncertainty, for risk — we move away from the things we need and crave the most like joy and love and belonging, trust, empathy, creativity." — Brené Brown

So Raid Leaders, Guild Masters, bosses, and noobs: heed this post. You will be the biggest buzzkill, joy-stealer on the planet if you forget we all make mistakes: even you. Don't make me stab a pencil in your eye. OH! OH! Maybe I just solved the Navigator Meyer mystery of the missing eyeball!! 

*By the way, I had this screenshot of Nav. Meyer way before I thought of this post, because Kellda saw him and thought he was kind of dreamy, and was thinking about a narrative between them....I am so weird.

Maybe Proving Grounds is just what the doctor ordered...