You can't eat titles, but it'd be funny if you tried.

Post number five, which technically should be the last post of the week. I'm honoured.

No, really I am.

Urgh. Fine.

To wrap up today, it is not entirely dishonest to say that we did not see each other. I don't really know what else I can say to you. I guess you obviously want me to say SOMETHING, otherwise you wouldn't be reading this.

I'm sorry, I can't help you there.

I could tell you about how we are all performing different jobs autonomously from each other, like Brian's research and exploration into the finer points of the situation posited to us in the brief, or Newell's delve into the abstract mechanics of one of our solutions, or my proposal of a yet another idea. I could tell you how though I may use the word autonomous, we are in fact working together with unison, the same way a lone ant, cautiously picking forward across a picnic spread, leads the others of its nest to great bounties. I could tell you that although we don't secrete chemical trails like our fellow Formicidae, (none mere humans may detect, anyway,) the massive networks spread throughout our island do a fairly decent job exchanging our ideas and thoughts for us, so we don't have to look into each of our stupid faces all day long. I could tell you how, though the magic and wonderment of the word processor, we don't even have to talk to each other.

Do you really want me to tell you all of that? For one, it is terribly boring. I'm sure you'll work out why, champ.

Comment if you hate me.

Peace out,
Bryan K

i think i'm paranoid