Thursday, June 17, 2004

Believe it or not, gentle reader, I’m just getting out of work. I think Muse went shopping with some friends, so that leaves me in a comparatively quiet state. Truth is, I’m actually preoccupied with other thoughts, thoughts about what might happen at a business meeting scheduled for tomorrow.

One of my clients generously proffered Cubs tickets, which are apparently in high demand. I’m told that the bleacher seats, where I’ll be conducting my bidness, are where fans juggle watching the game and getting fantastically roaring drunk. Now, I’ve never been interested in baseball, though the bats–and the potential “sinergy” one could wreak with them–have always fascinated me. Adding bats to drunkenness only heightens the fun factor. We’re going to a bar beforehand, and since I favor the ale known as ginger ale, I’m going to be in a prime position to wheel and deal.

It’s time to zip up those synergy pants and start shifting those paradigms. Kill me now.