The thermostat was well-affixed to the wall as it became the immovable object,
sandwiching my hand between itself and the load of 43.3 Kg cartons on the
wheeled cart passing 2" from the wall. Flesh was impresed into the small recess
in the injection molded thermostat-cover-hinge (that is, the real cover, not
the fake plastic anti-tamper thingie designed to keep corporate wusses out),
and upon examination was found to contain the DNA.
Corporate wisdom dispersers embodied in One have visited upon us as
such confer with bosses and examine numbers in the most cleverly devised
scrutinary means. I log time and do my job as presented unto me at the moment.
I wear the proud badge of the company man. I do my damn job, and am happy in
my work. I grope for the band-aid stuff as the blood oozes from a penetrating
abrasion and in laymans' terms a burst epidermal area, caused by excesive
internal pressure. I log in , I log out. "That which does not kill us makes
us stranger".
The secret which delights an entity destroys it utterly.
Example: The beauty of the analog imagery reproduction provided by the
Betacam format (not Beta, Betacam; a method which utilizes the recording of
the Y (monochrome or black & white) portion of the image and the Red-Y
and Blue-Y (color) portions all separately, so as to reduce noise,
etc.. to extremely low levels) is extreme, as is the mysteriosity of
the format, what with its CTDM (Compressed Time Division Multiplex?)
scheme and all, until one realizes that behind the beauty, the
holiness of the mysteriosity of the system vanishes as one realizes
that CTDM merely means that the R-Y and B-Y components are separately
clocked into a delay line (actually 4 lines) and read out at doublespeed,
producing an encoded signal that is recorded by a second set of video heads
(the first set record the Y signal), thereby providing the means to eliminate
the common problem of composite video recording and the fact of life that the
3.579545 MHz chroma subcarrier is basically right in the middle of the desired
luminance bandwidth, giving rise to all sorts of schemes from traps to comb
filters, in an effort to make a video standard which was developed in the
1940's remain compatible (to this day) with "modern" end user (consumer)
equipment. I hate the term "consumer" It implies that the "consumer" does not
produce anything, but only "consumes". In reality, the "consumer" is solely
responsible for PAYING the full retail price of the establishment of TV, Radio,
etc.. ad nauseam.
the sounds in my head
have started again. Good. it helps me focus. I can hear the empty wind
punishing the grass. I wake in paradise, but that is another vector. The
ripping fang broods over the hot needle of inquiry: bring the scallion to me!
Ok, sleep. it's not like some whacky cartoon is going to invade your brain
or anything.. to quote: "Welcome, starfighter, why call the Borg a slacker?
Get ready to be scared to death!". There will be more. Sweet kitties warm and
snug in their beds on a winter's night. a relief from the stresses of constant
machinations which howl down upon the psyche in the continuous mode. The
contrived inkblots all look like thingies. Twice in one night.
