Thursday, March 01, 2007
Lessons Learned
My problem right now is that I could not LIVE with myself if I was caught padding my blog with two consecutive re-hash posts. Oh the IGNOMINY. The FUSTIGENCE. The ALBUMEN. Yes, the slick delicious albumen, which in Arabic means, of course, “the bumen;” it compels me to get something the hell up here to separate my six-year-stale spy fantasy excerpt (I first typed that as a “spay fantasy,” which is an entirely different kind of story) from my the equally superannuated, but traditional if not religiously-compelled, bit of lit I’m planning to unload on you tomorrow.
So. A smidgen of postlet. A blog nugget. A whiff of grape from the blunderbuss of Chucklehut. Let us begin.
And then let us end swiftly because I still have a crapload of work to do to prepare for tomorrow’s E&B Committee Meeting (ie: free lunch!). Let me therefore share these wispy thoughtlets with you: lessons I learned from Episodes 3 and 4 of “The Apprentice – Los Angeles”:
Episode 3, in which the contestants (and contentstants) harvested and tried to sell honey:
· People will buy any old load of bug poop from an Olympic athlete.
· Harvard will not teach you how to fill your honey bear.
· It might be better to hang around and be seen doing what you can, than to achieve greatness where no one can witness how wonderful you are.
And also, Episode 4, in which both teams tried to get people in a mall to sign up for a travel service:
· Leaders take credit but teams get the job done.
· If you want her to want you in the hot tub, keep her company on her emergency room visit first.
· If you can’t tell that half the people you’re talking to cannot understand a freaking word you say, you deserve the failure you’ve got coming.
Tonight is Island Pizza Freakout night at the Chucklehouse – delicious ‘za, chilly brews, Survivor and Lost. If I wind up irrationally energized I can even catch up on 24. Plus I will be making a triple batch of carnitas and setting up my special holiday post for tomorrow. You already read it years ago? Aren’t you clever, then. Read it anyway - it’s a mitzvah, you toadliquor!