Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Restless drones |2:30 PM|
They're out there again. Chanting.
I think it's a sales team, could be a human resources group. Whoever it is they're creepy. I can't understand what they're saying, I just hear garbled human noises
Leader: "Gabba berg! Balla ting crunch? VE DOH TA!"
All: "VE DOH TA!"
Leader: "HURRAH!"
It'd be fun to think that it's some kind of horrid ceremony, that if I walked out there I'd interrupt them eating babies or throwing themselves around while holding snakes. However, I know it's just some motivational crap about "making a difference" or "owning the customer experience" or something equally mind numbing. If I was to go out there, there'd be no risk to any part of me, except my less cynical and sarcastic organs, such as my kidneys.
This is a short movie (922Kb) that defies description. You've likely seen
images made from it, but the movie itself adds so much more.
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