Posted by lex, on September 19, 2006
Imagine that you’re in a dark, quiet room, turning the handle on a crank that runs into the bulkhead. You’re told that it’s connected to something important on the other side of the bulkhead, and that you need to keep turning it. You’re not feeling much resistance though, and so it’s hard to believe that anything is actually getting done – you begin to wonder if you’re a lab rat in one of those 1960’s authority experiments – you know: The ones where the test subject is told by a white-coated authority figure to keep turning up the voltage on the “volunteer” screaming in the next room.
But you keep turning the handle because nobody’s screaming, they’re paying you for it and that’s your job.
That’s how it feels sometimes.
The Lexicans 