the server blows

Hey hey now. Could we pick a different hypothetical that's less fate-tempting, please?

*waits for Mercedes to freak out*

Hey hey now

I was TOTALLY thinking of HostRocket, I swear.

Throw some salt over your shoulder or something, just in case.

See, I just have problems with any hierarchy that doesn't have me at the the very tippy top of it, where I belong.

But no one else sees things this way, which has been a sore trial to me, I tell you.

I'll slaughter a chicken if someone else tosses the salt.

There isn't a Right Thinking Way here. (Except for the foamiosity of ita, which is canonical.) We're allowed to disagree, we're encouraged to argue (try to stop us, in fact!), and sometimes we even change one another's minds.

Eh, there is and there isn't. I don't think it's a conscious thing, but there are times (like the discussion of offensive language) when I've felt very uncomfortable and started to wonder where the line on what's offensive was going to be drawn. I'm a little overly-sensitive to acute language sensitivity, mind, as a result of going to TESC, where it was taken to extremes that would make my head spin and make me afraid to open my mouth.

So, when discussions like that start up, I'll watch and keep quiet, because they can get heated, and there does seem to be an assumption of moral superiority on the part of some people during them. (Again, personal impressions, and I don't think any of it's an intentional thing, just the strength of belief showing through.) It does feel a lot like "think this way, or you are a BAD person. BAD!"

See, I just have problems with any hierarchy that doesn't have me at the the very tippy top of it, where I belong.

But no one else sees things this way, which has been a sore trial to me, I tell you.

Scrappy is me. And probably many of us.

Which goes a long way towards explaining why trying to steer the Good Ship B.org can be so daunting sometimes.

I'll slaughter a chicken if someone else tosses the salt.

Just don't tie it to balloons.

Since we've been back, this thread has been dead for all intents and purposes.

I think the reason for that is found in Shirky's piece:

And the worst crisis is the first crisis, because it's not just "We need to have some rules." It's also "We need to have some rules for making some rules." And this is what we see over and over again in large and long-lived social software systems. Constitutions are a necessary component of large, long-lived, heterogenous groups.... As a group commits to its existence as a group, and begins to think that the group is good or important, the chance that they will begin to call for additional structure, in order to defend themselves from themselves, gets very, very high.

We made it through that first crisis. It was tough, but we have a system in place for voting on important issues and dealing with disruptive users. Sure, there will be new crises, but I truly believe that the worst is behind us.

Which reminds that that I still haven't posted Nutty's rules summary. I'll get to it soon. Promise...

Hey! I slaughtered a chicken tonight. Okay, Shaws slaughtered it (but kindly left its innards inside, and not in a little white baggie, either!) but I stuck an onion up its butt and cooked it and it is yummy.

"All Buffistas are foamy" is like "All men are created equal." It's not actually true. We know it's not true. But it's a nice way to act, and it's a nice way to think. And because we're not handling nuclear weapons, there's little chance that the guy who got the less-than-equal share of brains will be in a particularly dangerous position.

Do coders and admins have special privileges? Functionally, yes (they have the keys). Socially, probably (we are glad they hold the keys so charmingly). Does anybody who volunteers to do a job we all think needs doing have a type of social privilege? Yes, because people are (naturally) grateful.

Hey you! Biffy Buffista! Want some instant status, and opportunities for friend-making? Volunteer when someone needs helpers!

He takes a sip of tequila at mignight, and thanks the frelling stars that, for all the "wackiness" that ensues in bureaucracy, the Buffistas are out there, somewhere.