Øη (Null Eta) is my visionary strategic business strategy framework strategy, based on instantly achieving zero efficiency using only cool greek letters, secret naps, and the occasional off-site retreat on the Las Vegas strip. Its goal — such as it is — is to make nothing happen. No efficiency. Nay: null efficiency. The absence of efficiency. None efficient. Empty set. Zzzzp.
Sure, bullshit like Six Sigma may seem like a lot of costly nonsense for middle managers to squirt on their resumes like a grievous, room-temperature aioli. But, øη is a truly revolutionary approach to re-imagining business excellence vis-a-vis deliberately unintentional and persistent stasis. Go, ahead. Sit down. Try it. Nice, right?
"Six nines?" Sure. If you have that kind of time to dick around on increasingly minor improvements before you give up and get a goddamned highball. But, Null Eta kicks in the first day you spend two hours trying to figure out what the fuck it means. Then, it never lets go. Until there’s simply no time or resources to care any more. That’s how you know it’s working. That’s Null Eta.
It’s the tent pole of a modern enterprise strategy that scales like a motherfucker. So, come on: drop those nines, and join the empty set.
The problem is not with Katy’s gender-bending, it’s that her heart isn’t in it; she’s just using it to get her places, so she sinks to crass, craven depths that turn One of the Boys into a grotesque emblem of all the wretched excesses of this decade.
I haven’t heard more than a couple seconds of anything in Ms. Perry’s oeuvre (and thus don’t have a personal opinion of her work).
But, I will say that this is one of my favorite sentences to come from Mr. Stephen Erlewine. I wish all his reviews worked the back muscles this hard.
Details are still a bit scarce, but apparently The Mittani, leader of the Goonfleet Intelligence Agency, managed to convince a very high-ranking director in Band of Brothers to turn traitor and join GoonSwarm. Which in itself is bad enough, but according to a Shacknews reports, he brought trillions of Band of Brother’s ISK, the in-game currency, with him.
Just noted in passing, really.
Because, the extent to which I understand not one fucking syllable of that paragraph makes me wonder whether: A) this is simply a prank post to evaluate whether people are fronting about insider video game knowledge; B) I am truly this astoundingly out of touch with regard to whatever the fuck this domain of information means to someone under 40; or C) I have suffered a hideous series of strokes that is hampering my ability to recognize what small collections of English-language words “mean.”
Mad asked why it’d taken so long to pay the delivery guy for our Indian food. I told her we had to chaat about the Naan Compete Agreement, and it tikka longer than I expected, but that he was Ghandi now.