All week long I've been in a "cloud of poop," Tom Waits-listening kind of mood, where pipes are bursting, and people are not showing up or answering their voicemails, and I am melting down in the parking garage. You're all "gosh, that sounds so entertaining, why didn't you tell us more about this?"
I think this mood has something to do with the fact that Stephan caught a cold from a guy named Dave, then I caught the next generation of that cold but was trying to deny I had it, so instead I was just "crabby with a stuffed-up nose….thanks DAVE" instead of officially sick. So, if you called me this week, or I called you, or you happened to ask me a question and I yelled at you or told you I was going to go all broken arrow and live out in the open range somewhere where there are no people to bug me, I am sorry. You'll be glad to know that the cold is almost gone, and I am probably going to blame the bad mood and the bad week ALL on the cold virus.
But, something funny actually happened yesterday! Yesterday my cousin-in-law Cory and I got on a long email thread where we were each trying to sound more "business speak-y" than the other. It doesn't really matter what we were talking about, because after awhile it became so baroque it wasn't actually ABOUT anything. Here's an excerpt, because I thought it might make you laugh.
Me: "There is totally enterprise buy-in behind that idea."
Cory: "It's been fully socialized and waterfalled, it's gaining traction, and we've accounted for the outliers."
Me: "Oh yeah, we focused grouped it, reaped the low hanging fruit, and
it dovetails well with our other partnerships."
Cory: "As long as we eat our own dog food and keep our kimono open, we should end up
with a win-win."
Also, not for nothing– why have there been TWO Friday the 13th's already this year? Isn't that one of the signs of the apocalypse?