Human?OMG! I forget what I am.
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Human?OMG! I forget what I am.
Lleh?....O Lleh or O hell if you prefer
Not really. To me, it looks just as equally immature as "h, e, double hockey sticks."Do you prefer lleH?
Was? Zwei?Ok ok ok ok, it is because there is a new shadow wolf. Now, there are TWO of them.
Type @shadow wolf and you will see (if you can see what I see) that there are now TWO of you.Was? Zwei?
EXTERMINEREN! EXTERMINEREN!
In college, I wore a "nerd pack". And then in a more modern incarnation, trying to reflect the past into the present:Are we nerds yet? Are we nerds yet?
If I got depressed about being wrong, I'd be living in a casket just waiting for the dirt to be shoveled over me.Oh, that's odd. I am sure that I saw someone else without capitals. Nevermind. I was wrong. Again. I am SO depressed.
There is no right kudos for that!In college, I wore a "nerd pack". And then in a more modern incarnation, trying to reflect the past into the present:
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Unless, of course, the target was wrong.If I got depressed about being wrong, I'd be living in a casket just waiting for the dirt to be shoveled over me.
Instead, I celebrate my wrongness. I use for my inspiration the story of Gordon the Guided Missile narrated by John Cleese in that immortal talk "The Importance of Mistakes". And if you watch a very young child learning to walk, you'll see a "Gordon" in action. So we need to enjoy (and correct) our mistakes.
Gordon the guided missile sets off in pursuit of its target. It immediately sends out signals to discover if it is on the right course to hit that target. Signals come back: “No, you are not on course. So change it. Up a bit and slightly to the left.”
And Gordon changes course as instructed and then, rational little fellow that he is, sends out another signal. “Am I on course now?” Back comes the answer, “No, but if you adjust your present course a bit further up and a bit further to the left, you will be.”
He adjusts his course again and sends out another request for information. Back comes the answer, “No, Gordon, you’ve still got it wrong. Now you must come down a bit and a foot to the right.”
And the guided missile goes on and on making mistakes, and on and on listening to feedback and on and on correcting its behavior until it blows up the nasty enemy thing.
And we applaud the missile for its skill. If, however some critic says, “Well, it certainly made a lot of mistakes on the way”, we reply, “Yes, but that didn’t matter, did it? It got there in the end.”
All its mistakes were little ones, in the sense that they could be immediately corrected. And as a results of making many hundreds of mistakes, eventually the missile succeeded in avoiding the one mistake which really would have mattered: missing the target.
That would be a "copper bottomed" mistake in Cleese's turn of phrase. But for the sake of the psychology of handling mistakes, I like the analogy.Unless, of course, the target was wrong.