Entropy Management Plan

I haven’t had a customer ask this one… yet, but here’s my planned answer and some material for thoughts about contingencies and possible pitfalls…

A: Per our last meeting, here’s the time management plan.

B: Can you define time for me?

A: …

A: Time is the process by which entropy is increased.

B: Right. So, how much entropy will the project create?

A: …

A: I don’t know.

B: Can you draw up an entropy management plan for me?

A: Right.


A: Per our last meeting, here’s the time management plan.

B: Can you define time for me?

A: …

A: Time is the indefinite continued progress of existence and events that occur in an apparently irreversible succession from the past, through the present, into the future.[1]

B: Ooooh! That sounds expensive! We need to limit that somehow… and also… irreversible… how pessimistic… you should hire some PR consultant to get a better description of that!

A: Right.

B: Will you have it for our next meeting?


A: Per our last meeting, here’s the time management plan.

B: Can you define time for me?

A: …

A: Time is running out.

A runs out.


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Wild Talent

Wild Talent:

“Tech level is irrelevant: a TL 3 monk could make an IQ-roll to use Computer Programming…”

GURPS 4e, Basic Set, p. 99

In the year of Our Lord, 1143, on a day as dark and as deep as the nethermost recesses of purgatory, a calamitous storm threw the land into turmoil and dread. My despair was without end and limit but held at bay as visions, I dared hope, sent from Our Lord Himself came over me. My quill danced over the parchment and the script that was produced I named, with the guidance, I was lead to believe, of divine inspiration, a JavaScript. And its contents portrayed such an arcane contraption that would hold the promise of connection with the glorious heavens above! But alas! This channel was promised only through the deployment of the mysterious, I daresay unholy demonic, powers of the Lord Ajax, master of indirection and slayer of submission! Save us Great Lord for the days of single page application are upon us! No longer will a book be a book, for can it be called a book if a book has but a single page? This must surely be a vision of the end of days, the demise of reason, and the eclipse of the minds of men.