So I go to lunch with a friend, and I'm giving him a dump of some of
my current thinking in an area. I talk for like an hour and a half.
He talks too, but I talk a lot, and really fast, but it's good stuff,
and he seems
convinced and is tracking it. But all the while, some small
sub-part of my brain that is listening to myself speak is thinking
to itself that I sound like a bloody madman. I ask the dude what
he thinks of my rant-arc but he seems impressed by the material.
So I go back to the office and tell Bob that story. Bob knows my rants. "So do I sound
like a madman?" He thinks for a moment, and there's a pause, and some kind of fleeting expression
, and then he responds, "Well, no..." :-)