Yes; I was reading the Wall Street Journal of Damn Fine Watch Ads again.
Can't say why exactly ... other than it is interesting reading all the explanations of why our retirement nest egg is going to Hell in a handbasket.
Anyway, this evening I ripped open the first section at dinner. I was admiring the damn fine watch ads when I turned a page to see a full spread of a jet in close proximity to a bunch of tall buildings.
Well, it doesn't take a brain surgeon to conjure up some feelings about that scene right?
Then, I noticed it was a two-page spread (must have cost a $million plus) and the opposing (right) side had Chevron hawking an energy game developed by "The Economist Group."
Now, I ask you. Was the ad person who thought that one up born after 911?
I think not.
And are the WSJoDFWA folks so desperate for revenue they won't tell one of their advertising clients they are not likely conveying the message they want?
I think so.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Delegate like a Mofo
There is an old management adage,
"If you want to get something done,
give it to the busiest person you can find".
That is why I never do anything.
I can always find someone who is busier than I.
In fact, I am not composing this myself.
I have found someone else to do it.
I am off taking a nap.
"If you want to get something done,
give it to the busiest person you can find".
That is why I never do anything.
I can always find someone who is busier than I.
In fact, I am not composing this myself.
I have found someone else to do it.
I am off taking a nap.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
'Til The Cows Come Home
This morning I was walking out of the
West Des Moines Cracker Barrell restaurant
After a breakfast of
"Grandmas Blueberry Pancakes"
I was on the front porch when I noticed
A little fiddle music playing softly
Then, I saw the rocking chairs they always have
For sale on the porch
I thought, "this is my kind of scene...
A rocker, some fiddle music and a pleasant morning"
Made me think I wouldn't fit so bad
In that picture
After all, I cut my chops on 7 years as a hayseed in North Dakota
When I was a young'un
West Des Moines Cracker Barrell restaurant
After a breakfast of
"Grandmas Blueberry Pancakes"
I was on the front porch when I noticed
A little fiddle music playing softly
Then, I saw the rocking chairs they always have
For sale on the porch
I thought, "this is my kind of scene...
A rocker, some fiddle music and a pleasant morning"
Made me think I wouldn't fit so bad
In that picture
After all, I cut my chops on 7 years as a hayseed in North Dakota
When I was a young'un
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