In my pre-launch lack of sleep delirious state I have decided that I'm going to buy a village somewhere in Pacifica and use the locals for production work.
Each morning I will address the gathered multitudes and I will say, "Good morning people of Puwannie Poo Poo, today we are going to finish the glorious website for our benevolent client." Then we'll do some sort of small group trust building exercise, followed the name game (it's going to take me a while to learn everyone's name), and some short work with the medicine ball.
We'll all go back to our swanky huts, log into Basecamp, AIM, start the iPods and crank out good work. Of course the medicine man will do what he does best while the guys who drew short straws earlier in the morning will go fishing or hunting so we can all eat (tracked through Basecamp to-dos of course). And after every successful launch we'll have a huge party that ends with throwing all of our computers, project files, and half-finished Starbucks into the volcano.
But first, I am going to need a float plane.
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I think my favorite part of your blog is that many of your posts - or at least their topic - confuse the hell out of me.
In a time where everyone is trying to be "professional," it's a breath of fresh air.
And after every successful launch we'll have a huge party that ends with throwing all of our computers, project files, and half-finished Starbucks into the volcano.
Well, you do have to appease the gods after all.
> I think my favorite part of your blog is that many of your posts - or at least their topic - confuse the hell out of me.
There is always a connection between the post title and the post. Maybe I need to make a six-degrees game out of it.
If you could locate a village full of pygmies, you could probably get it for half-price... *groan*
> But first, I am going to need a float plane.
Egad, no! You arrive by parachute (Behold King Poo Poo! He fell from the sky!). Sheesh. Do it right.
I am surprised you have not outsourced your little website-building empire to China. You could probably skip the whole trust excersise and would get the website finished in half the time.
Ha, nice. (Though at first I thought you meant Pacifica, the Bay Area city just south of where I live, where you'll find beaches, but isn't exactly Bali Hai.)
Ha ha. Funny. Funny.
> There is always a connection between the post title and the post. Maybe I need to make a six-degrees game out of it
Sure, but that doesn't help when the post itself confuses the hell out of people. Not that it matters. It all suits you very well and I for one have grown to love and appreciate it.
Which means it probably jumped the shark. Sorry. ;0)
At least you're not rambling on about cats like a teenager on LSD :P
But first you're going to need to go back on your meds Greg. What a dreamer.
> But first you're going to need to go back on your meds Greg. What a dreamer.
The only fake part of that whole story is the bit about the medicine ball. We won't be doing that. Instead we'll be flying our Aero Aces over the volcano and see how close we can get before the foam place melts in the air.
Then we'll fly our helicopters. Yup.
you are rad
>Which means it probably jumped the shark. Sorry. ;0)
And after our converstaion at lunch I finally get the reference!
Oh yeah, I enjoyed the post too Greg.
I thought we were already doing this. Do I have to reimburse the costs of lost company property due to volcano damage?
Volcanos aren't good for your leg hair... trust me.
This is surely the post to get the lurkers out of the woodwork!
Give me a paperclip and I'll have you that float plane in a year :)
Look on the bright side: Maybe the bank manager will loan you the money next time. (I am guessing this is the hidden sub-text of this post...)
I am disappointed that you have neglected one of the great rituals of lands far away.... the sacrifice of the vestigial virgin. Please man come to your senses!
> Each morning I will address the gathered multitudes and I will say, "Good morning people of Puwannie Poo Poo, today we are going to finish the glorious website for our benevolent client."
And Tatoo will yell "The Plane, the plane!" and the rest of us will arrive (via your sea plane of course) for our vacation on Fantasy Island.
I just want some of Bank's ultra-cool travel swag. After all, you never know when luggage may save your life. Hmmm, will code for portable putting green???? :)
Joe Banks: And then I'll be staying on a tiny island and I don't know if I'll be living in a hut, or what.
Luggage Salesman: Very exciting... as a luggage problem!
Luggage Salesman: This is our premier steamer trunk, it's all handmade, only the finest materials. It's even watertight, tight as a drum. If I had the need, and the wherewithal, Mr. Banks, this would be my trunk of choice.
Joe Banks: I'll take four of them.
Luggage Salesman: May you live to be a thousand years old, sir.
Greg, sounds good to me just don't lose your Soul along the way.
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Best post in quite awhile. Brilliant.
First I read the title....hmmm...
Then I get to, "Good morning people of Puwannie Poo Poo,..." and my eyes go glassy and all I can hear is a voice in my head..."Meg Ryan...Meg Ryan...Meg Ryan..."
What was the rest about???
Um, if you do this in Pacifica (where I lived for 10 years some time ago), be sure to locate yourself in the valley around Linda Mar. The natives there are better-looking, you get more sun (not so in the hills... no no no no no), and there's a sweet-ass Taco Bell on the beach (or used to be) that's notable for it's fireplace, if nothing else.
Joe Vs. The Volcano. Good times.