OK, probably most of you have heard what happened last week, and I've spent a mostly sleepless weekend trying to figure things out. I've come to one conclusion:
This means war.
But because of certain policies it is not yet wise to post about whom I am declaring war on. A snippet from "The Art of War:" "... hide yourself, making yourself inscrutable to opponents."
You can get fired for bloggin about work, but what about blogging about blogging about work?
Anyway, pretend Tony Soprano is my war correspondant. This will be in terms of the North Jersey mafia. Organized crime and journalism -- it's about the same.
Yes, and to help me go to the mattresses, I've got a copy of Sun Tzu's tome.
"A military operation involves deception. Even though you are competent, appear incompetent. Though effective, appear ineffective."
From here on out, I will seem to be the most incompetent, ineffective Wiseguy on the Arkansas River.
It begins.
8 comments:
Gah! What's going on? Send me an e-mail.
I'm guessing it's not safe to comment on this post, even for an unemployed lawyer. So I won't.
Christy, it'll be hard to explain in an e-mail, but I'll try. KC also knows what the rumpus is.
Ben, we have ways for making you talk. Anyway, the Omerta doesn't apply to you. Say whatever you want. I hope to be jumping families anyway. Otherwise it's witness protection for me.
OK, now that George has caught me up on the vernacular, I vote that he jump families.
Yes, Georgeous, jump!
Georgeous! Erin is your soulmate. Read her diary entry for Sept. 22, 1992.
You two are the acme of excellence.
I'm tellin' ya, some teens turn into ninjas. I told you that drinking story about when I was 13 or 14 -- no one knew I was ever there.
I was Keyser Soze.
You, too, Keyser. Get a move on.
Let me be your mom for a minute: If you can't figure out something to blog about I'll GIVE YOU something to blog about.
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