Sentience in a seed-pod

Since I stayed over at Jo's last weekend I've had that "Gay Bar" song in my head. The video was on VH1's worst ever list, and somehow it earwormed its way between my synapses. Well, it was prescient or something because last night I went to one in Soho with some folk. I can't remember the name but it started with an R. Maybe Rembrandt? Nah. Anyhow, I didn't realise at first, but it slowly dawned, along the lines of, in flow of consciousness: Jesus it's noisy in here and no place to sit down erg I hope these aren't more sports supporters blah hey where are the girls that guy is so gay oh wait.

Anyway, I was checked out by zero (0) ubergay London boys. Sigh, too straight for gay boys, too metro for girls. What am I, chopped liver? By the way, I was watching a cooking program where they made liver pate. Gag. But then no surprises where organs are involved.

Alright, so in other news my company has been sold to a bigger company. How does this affect me? I have no idea, in reality. In the words of Deng Xiaoping, it's too early to tell. But the immediate psychological effects are: Fear, for no reason I can put my finger on, but I guess it's just the unknown, Optimism, because the great Capitalist machine rolls on and someone's going to profit, so it might as well be me, young, smart and charming training guru and god of biscuits and Skepticism, because we're being hit by internal marketing from all sides and marketing is managing and management is mortifying.

A marketing gem: It is an honor for our young company, and a testimony to our reputation, to have been approached by an organization of this caliber.
Of course, our new masters populate a still younger company, but they're in a more lucrative market, so it's bigger. In fact, bigness is clearly the big selling point here. I think I heard the words "we bought a company in so and so" at least twenty times this morning. I wonder if this corporate imperialism yields a coherent culture. Do the conquered project managing generals and code warriors love or hate the new Rome? Perhaps it's more an ambivalence that penants the sallying hordes in the quest for Bank after Credit Union. Is it enough to keep us going?