Filing a missive from a meeting that will never end. Trying to do this before the battery power on the ol’ laptop dies (or at least several people around me do):
– Is it impolite to start a sentence with, “With all do respect to the pointless douchemook on the end…” I’ve found myself needing to curtail that urge several times at this meeting I’m in.
– I’m sitting across from a guy who looks like John Malkovich as“Cyrus the Virus” in Con Air. I don’t have a riff on that, but it is creeping me out.
– I’m really concerned about thatNestle’s Crunch Ice Cream Bar I just ateat this meeting. Maybe they don’t want me back next year…
–Apparently I’m not the only one having fun at a convention. I’d love to see this conversation.
–Nice idea, but really?If this thing actually makes, I’m calling for the “Gordon Lightfoot Memorial Plaza.” If you haven’t listened to “Sundown” in a while, you’re really missing out.
– From the“I somehow doubt this actually explains this” department: Also, can we get a moratorium on dumb-ass names for weird talk shows? Adding a “-y” to a truncated version of your name doesn’t really make you more of a chum. It makes you sound mentally imbalanced and stupid. If you need more proof, enjoy this classy duo.
–I’m speechless… and that was before I saw the photo…
OK, back to vaguely paying attention to a really bad meeting. Thanks for letting me share your air.