Saturday, 12 May 2007

Scrub the poop deck, scurvy dogs!


Included here, a picture of the ©opyright Pirate, our team mascot. I work for a publishing company, one that decided to shell out thousands of pounds to capture a load of data in XML without attaining the author's permission up front.

They were quite surprised when he said "No".

I'm amazed that my company makes any money. They seem to get by by buying out the competition and established products, which is just as well because their own projects are supremely shit!

They're the publishing equivalent of Star Trek's Borg, only fatter, lazier and more corporate. At least with the Borg you know what you're getting, in a "Resistance is futile' does-what-it-says-on-the-tin stylee. With my managers it's all "synergies", "paradigm shifts" and things so wholly impenetrable and wankspeak as to be unrepeatable.

Oh, and the Borg get results. You can't knock 'em for that.

Latest gripes include this whole green guilt trip the government are trying to put us good people on. We didn't build the consumer, waste-heavy dystopia we live in, and now we're getting a conscience-bashing from The Man.

Don't get me wrong - I'm down with green issues, but until big business takes a proper interest and changes its evil, energy-guzzling ways, I don't see how us little people are going to save the planet. That shouldn't stop us from trying, I s'pose...

So, in the interim I'll continue to recycle my baked beans tins and the like...