Bathos's Journal, May 1st 2010

Rabbit carcass on the path, crow pecking at spilled innards. This company is afraid of me, I have seen its true face. The call centre is an engorged creche, filled with ignorant children playing with interconnected technological toys they do not understand. When the air-conditioning finally clogs up, all the parasites will suffocate. The cumulative errors and oversights of all their targets and formulae will coalesce into a chocking miasma, and management will look up and shout "Save us!" And I'll whisper "No." All those salespeople, smooth talkers, and all of a sudden everyone dries up.

Infections

A fortress that utilises defences which damage itself was breached by an invader. A tank, less heavily armoured but mobile and equipped with a greater range of weaponry, thus far appears to have warded off the enemy. Time will tell if the tank will buckle as the fortress crumbled.

Gilbert

Few pleasures compare to the rantings of an highly energised Welshman who cannot understand the tog system.

Manta

Manta rays. Beautiful, serene, mysterious. Creatures of grace and power, calm and rhythm. We could learn much them. Yet instead we kill them, harnessing their organs for "medicine". How many species must we exploit before we realise that in the end, we will end up eating ourselves?

03/04/2010

Bathos' Journal: April 3rd 2010

Aviva should be afraid of me, I have seen its true face. The call centre is an engorged play pen, filled with ignorant children playing with inter-connected technological toys they do not understand. One day, all the errors and oversights of their formulae will rise up in a swamping miasma, and management will look up and shout "Save us!" And I'll whisper: "No".