Retention
Yes! Yes. The SME Matrix. I'd forgotten. That is key to our retention strategy. Yes. That should make everyone happy. Yes. And! And! And the incumbent worker program! Yes. That is key too. And the patches! Don't forget the patches! And the lab coats!! And Especially. Especially!! The Project Management awards! Oh YES!! Those are great! How inspiring! You only need to be a PM to win one! That is the easiest job in the whole company! And you can get an award for it! Why would you ever want to leave? Why!?

At 'Em, Mate
There is no I in team, but there are these words. For idle curiosity inpsired by a previous post on my team site, I remembered the internet anagram server that can be found here. Proof that there is still no "I" in team, but "at me" is an anagram of team. I feel like I should make something of that, but I think it stands alone and has about as much meaning as its going to get.

There is only "me" in Team
I establish the council for all to blog, but there is only me here blogging alone. Busy-ness (business) intervenes. Emotions run wild. The tree falls alone in the woods.

And yet. It continues to fall. Over and over again. Knowing that the probability of someone eventually hearing it crash to the ground is one. Not zero. Does a tree hear itself? Can we listen to it grow as well as fall? A tree doctor would know.

Mardi Gras
So, like Mardi Gras is a religious holiday. At least, it is caused by the advent of Lent - one last chance to party before sacrifice. The question I have is (and I don't know the answer): Is there an equivalent "religious" holiday in Islam preceding the month-long fasting of Ramadan? One last chance to eat during the daylight hours. A gluttonous feast before the fast. Feast. Fast. Feast. There is a three day feast at the end of Ramadan, I hear. Questions with answers available and yet unfound.

Uber-Pea
I don't remember how I got here, but I couldn't help but watch until the end. Then I had to watch it again. I don't think that I need to watch again.

Ready!!!!
Luckily, this site has come along in time to protect us from harm in the event of a nuclear attack. I think I will start collecting these. For the "real thing" try the gummint's version.

Older and Elder
We try to save the one from the powder, but technology impinges. User interfaces are inverted. Entertainment wanes. We try again. As the fortune cookie says, "TRIUMPH" is just adding the "umph" to the try. Or some crap like that.

The elders get older
And yet they never die. The days fly by in a series of meetings and phone calls. Is this what it is like to be an adult? If, so I think I'll be a child. Maybe that's why I am here. This is a playground for the mind. For the subconcious to bleed over a bit. With some small feeling of release. Screw that.

The question is: Do we allow other elders into this council? The Mormon? The Badger? The Scot? Who shall join and who shall play? Who shall decide the former and the latter?

Speak.

Oh. And here is a link that has been scaring many parents.

Welcome Raunchy! The flowers are eld. Like me and thee and the one missing on the slopes. They have died and only the council remains. We fight the forces of enthalpy and encourage entropy.

Adiabatic! Adiabatic! We change within a closed system. We are the nucleus within the amoeba of the company. We deform slowly and by deterministic processes within the contraints of Brownian motion. Seeming randomness is not. Seeming determinism is not. Life is the net and that is where we are. If we desire flowers, we should create them. From nothing and something. Ones and zeros.

Existing here is better than within the office.

More posting.

Post. Post. Post.

Let us play. A place to discuss in detail every wonderful (painful) day (night) of our existence in this environment of joy and shame.