Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Comment suis-j'arrivé ?

Its French- or should i say-'slap me am not french!' yeah dont ask me where it all started. Seems like i have some time for lateral thinking, if not too much already.Its called 'rhetoric' and this piece will be something like along those llines.So hint-dont expect directions or an answer.

When i say 'rhetoric' am reminded of Dilbert and his co-workers-catberg the HR? His pointy haired manager,and the dear mr Indian( cause i forgot the name...excusez moi)It s hilarious i must say,we probably need to make it our next 'forte!'

Okay i dont intend to make this sound like some discourse,but i am trying to grapple on what i need to write now.:)Thank god i dont have deadlines for this one too!Cause if my whole life were to turn out to be a sales cycle( with ref to work)then i think my graph would have to be drawn in some 'prototype' diagram that accomodated-flat lines,confused lines,change in descision lines...e tc

yep, and now i need to run-ill think about completing this.ummmmm rhetoric? :)

1 Comments:

At 12:47 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Моя история из жизни: мы как-то с мамой ехали в маршрутке,( мама спец по всем видам мяса на глаз определяет что это), на остановке залазит подвипывший мужик с куском свежака в одноразовом пакете. Едем. Маршрутка резко тормозит,мужик по инерции бежит вперед и пакет рвется ,оттуда выпадет свежак ,дальше мамины слова- " Мужчина,у вас вымя выпало!" я медленно сползаю под сиденье , пассажиры ржут, мужик красный - выбегает на следующей остановке :)))

 

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