You send it to the queue and let the load-balancer decide which server picks it up and handles it as a transaction.
(That’s from server-side software development and it would be talking about some kind of message with a comand or data being sent to a system with multiple computers handling such messages, typical in high-performance stuff that has to deal with hundreds of thousands of such requests per minute)
I cast on the right amount, but the double points always give me trouble, especially since they’re size 0. But it has to be tight, others the stuffing falls out and the cat is sad.
Odd groups got left, even groups got right. That means 1, 3, 5, 7 left; 2, 4, 6, 8 right. 7 & 8 are whelp groups. Ok listen the fuck up. You are going to DPS very very slowly. Now, and by slowly I mean fucking slow. If you get aggro, it means you are going to lose 50dkp because you didn’t know what the fuck to do. And watch the fucking tail. If you get into the whelps, you lose 50dkp again, for not being where the fuck you were supposed to be. There is no aggro reset. There is some shit about an aggro reset when people don’t know how to manage their aggro. After 2 sunders you can basically start doing damage to it. Assuming you know how aggro works and you don’t over-aggro. Ok nuke it, dot it. Help the whelp groups. When it’s in phase 2, nuke it as hard as possible. You want to get it down as fast as possible. Have dots up on every time, 2 rows, shadow word pain, warlock curses, rends, everything. I don’t see enough dots, more dots now. Come on more DPS. Hit it like you mean it. You’ll have time to rest in phase 3 while I’m getting the aggro. Remember, save all your aggro reducing abilities for when it lands. That means feign death, vanish, fucking fade, anything you can use to reset aggro. At 40% you will stop dots, until then you will throw more dots. Throw more dots, more dots, more dots … come on more dots. Ok, stop dots. Now hit it very hard … and very fast. Lee run to the center, Mulgras run to the center, Forsyte run to the center, Nurf run to the center, Isis run to the center. Whatever the fuck you do, do not stand next to other people. Mulgras, center. Just heal me. Lee do not… go away from the head lee. Go away. Ok DPS, slowly. Come here you fucking cunt. Watch the tail! Whelps! Crushim was feared into… Who the fuck was that? Crushim, what the fuck? Whelps, left side! Even side! Many whelps! Now, handle it! Fuck! That’s a fucking 50dkp minus! What the fuck was that shit? If you stand in the right fucking place, there is no way you are going to fucking get into the goddamn whelps, whatever fucking fear, tailswipe, whatever the fuck ok? It’s like one in a fucking million. From the fucking north corner to the middle into the fucking whelp cave, it’s not even fucking remotely imaginable!
Computers are an endless source of these. Someone else already mentioned daemons and killing orphans; I submit “I only ever ssh into that box, so I keep it headless.” (“I only ever access that computer via the terminal, so I don’t install any software that uses graphics.”)
Conlanging (constructing languages) inherits all the jargon of linguistics, and then adds a bunch of slang on top for good measure. “I was worried that glomming tense markers to subjects in my analytic clong was unnaturalistic, but it turns out ANADEW” is the kind of thing I might say in a casual conversation with another conlanger.
“The one thing about working concom is that fen sometimes enjoy freaking the mundanes.”
The one thing about working as science fiction convention staff is that your attendees sometimes like being weird to outsiders, just to see them react in amusing ways, and that can be annoying to deal with.
Haunter :) semi-pro as of 2 years ago, which means I’ve turned my favorite time of year into a period of having two jobs and being stressed out and operating on no sleep so go me!
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