I continue to see people describe Facebook as a “strong-solid company”. This is especially true of the people who make a living selling books describing how to make money on Facebook. As for “strong and solid”? I believe that is what people used to say about……The Titanic. The only thing worth selling on Facebook, is Facebook.
Professional Cycling, for all intents and purposes has lost its chance at becoming a popular spectator sport in America, and will return to its niche where Soccer and other things that few Americans care about reside. I enjoyed for years, watching cheaters cheat up and down the hills of the gorgeous French countryside. I was never one who thought Lance Armstrong was clean. I never thought any of them were clean. Like with most things, when a sport becomes about money, “the will to compete” gets its ass kicked by the “will to be rich and date celebrities”. Cyclists not on the podium, do neither. So, they cheat for the chance. Cheaters never prosper? Bullshit. You think Armstrong is going to give back any money?
Another American got “Dissed” at his job, and decided to come back to work with a weapon and kill people before killing himself. The prospect that someone might shoot you because you made them angry, goes directly to the growing notion in the world that each of us somehow has the right to not be offended. This is what silly notions like “hate speech” and “hate crimes” come from. If you shoot at me, I don’t really give a rats ass what motivated you. My primary concern is that you miss. Down with Thought-Police. How about parents consider just raising kids who don’t feel entitled to a stress-free existence? If you feel the need to shoot anyone who offends you, you are a…..meow.
Raise your hand if you care that Heidi Klum cheated on Seal? In my world, if you drag the mother of your children through the mud in public, regardless of anything she may or may not have done, she probably should have cheated on you with a male porn-star, and then proceed to tell the world that you suffer from perpetual shrinkage. Shut up, Seal. You have children, and they have a mother, you dick. I do not condone cheating under any circumstances, but you are a dick for not thinking of your children first before dragging their mother through public mud.
Somebody stole millions of dollars worth of Maple Syrup from a warehouse in Quebec. The authorities did not become aware of this until a routine inventory inspection found many empty barrels. My guess is that either there are thousands of new diabetics running around Canada sucking on trees, or somebody “missed” a decimal point on a balance sheet in search of a tax break for business losses. Hmmm…
I am coming to believe that the single most important entity for professional development is for each of us to have a mentor. Someone who feeds back honestly and without consideration what they think about your behavior. I touched on this last week, but it is so critical to recognize things about you that others see and can tell you about without risking a friendship or confidence, is crucial. I’ve had these people throughout my career, and I benefit from their counsel daily. Get a mentor, dummy. Beg someone you trust to evaluate your actions with respect to meeting your goals. When they fix you, give them chocolate.
Tonight, the current best thing on television is going to resume torturing its audience for months while they film the remaining 8 episodes of Breaking Bad. Tonight is the last show before the hiatus leaving us barely recognizing Walt, as he seeks to create his drug empire. No matter what bad deeds Walt commits, it does not help us like Skylar one bit. The woman (character) is a shrew, was a shrew and will always be a shrew. For the brief time she appeared to appreciate the fruit of Walt’s labor, she appeared human. Now, she’s a manikin, and her character really needs to just ingest some berries and twitch.
Clint Eastwood went after President Obama last week at the GOP convention. Normally, I would not comment at all about politics, but in this case, because the media went after Eastwood with such vehemence, I noticed something that I believe is worth commenting on. All the media did, was demonstrate that in the case of Eastwood or just about anyone successfully independent, they really have no understanding of success. Love him or hate him, Clint Eastwood could not give a rats ass what the media, or you, or I think of him. That is success on a level that the media simply cannot understand. The media did not make Clint Eastwood, therefore they cannot break him. All the media did in attacking this man for expressing his personal opinions, was to demonstrate how much he hurt THEIR feelings. When you get flak, it means you are over the target. Bullseye, Mr. Eastwood. Clearly, you hit them where it hurt.
College Football returned to my reality yesterday. So did the chalkboard-screeching voice of Erin Andrews on ESPN. I cannot understand how the folks at ESPN feel that their audience benefits from a woman announcer whose voice, no matter what she is saying, makes me look around for chores that I somehow forgot to do. If my big Bravia could talk, it would say, “why make me broadcast that sound?” If I had a cat, it would hate me after every game, and eat my sofa for putting it through the sound of that woman’s voice. Will someone toss that girl a Neti Pot, because clearly, there are things in her sinuses that have built a home, and need eviction.
Is there anything better than Grilled Salmon? Yes, there is. It is having enough Grilled Salmon that you can make a pig of yourself eating it. I had pounds and pounds of Grilled Salmon for dinner last night, and I swear, it made me so happy, I know I’m better looking this morning than I was yesterday. People should eat what makes them happy. Broccoli has NEVER made a human being happy. Some might claim so, but they are lying. It is not possible. Broccoli is to food, what Lotus Notes was to productivity. That’s it. Settled.
Okay, that’s some pretty negative stuff, and I apologize. I probably should end this post with something positive, but you are not the boss of me.