I just wish we could do it with the same level of serenity that these plate spinners appear to possess.
Each one of those plates is a server or server process just waiting to crash land on your buddy's serene head.
Actually, good lord, look at what they're doing. And you thought you had a hard job. Try spinning plates on a stage for a living while dressed up in a fancy Chinese silk bodice and standing on your head on top of someone else's head. This seems like cruel and unusual punishment.
I think that's why it's so entertaining. As Mel Brooks said, tragedy is when I get a paper cut, and comedy is when you fall in a hole and die. Or as it were, spin plates with an absurd serenity.