Don’t make David cause a scene by bringing Wilma in to cause a scene.
You’d think the desk lady would know that.
Any time you say stuff like, “I’m’a let her off the leash if you don’t do what I, by which I mean she, wants most right this second! Bow to my (her) wishes so that neither of us has to make you face her wrath!” then you know things have gotten thick.
Who doesn’t enjoy some good-natured banter when worrying that you might die in misery on the muddy roadside in the middle of a dark forest?
Might be the folks in that shuttle van, but I guess we’ll see.
No bars. It’s like a nightmare!
Bob keeps a broader view than a lot of folks.
Bob likes the kind of view you get from the bottom step of Infinity… you know the spot, right next to Destiny and Fate, just a few dimensions higher and with a clearer vantage point than Chance, Luck, and Probability.
It will keep you from worrying so much.
Of course, so will a head injury with short term memory loss.
Everybody seems to be on the same wavelength.
That’s so sweet.
I guess Nikki still doesn’t quite trust Bob’s Earth-Daddy instincts.
Of course, getting Paste to keep an eye on things… maybe we shouldn’t trust Nikki’s Managerial instincts.
Gonna make for quite the outing, don’t you think?
David’s in a tough spot. He’s fronting this out-of-the-ordinary project for his investment group, and trying to build up his son’s professional career, and leveraging these two corporate movers to manage a new business he’s just bought into… not long after discovering that it exists.
So, it’s hard to look askance at him if he’s suddenly realized that making a profit was also part of the equation.
David could probably tell you what footwear would be suitable for an afternoon round of golf versus a morning tee time, and variations based on weather.
It’s just that the idea of various footwear for doing anything Paste does is a little beyond him.
He also couldn’t pick out a good pair of deer hunting boots if you bet him a substantial amount of money and gave him five choices to pick from.
I’m having a tough time picturing David skateboarding happily.
Determinedly, yes. Focused, yes. Injured, probably.
But not “Happily”.
And that’s a shame. It’s something you should do happily.
Poor Bob.
He probably doesn’t mind at all, but he’s gone from a surfer dude, to being a competition ringer at the first Fest and thereby a momentary Sportsmart employee, thence to a OGS employee, to a house-sitter, to a flunky for an egomaniac with a budget… while being a house-sitter again. It can’t be a calming turn of fortune. Fortunately, Bob supplies his own calm. ‘Til he’s crushed under a kid flyin’ around on a skateboard.
Bob’s my hero.
Advertising doesn’t really have ‘logic’. It has ‘fallacies’.
I was taking a logic course, and a marketing course at roughly the same time back in college.
Turns out that the list of fallacies that automatically render a logical argument invalid… is very, very similar to a list of the most popular sales techniques in advertising.
I’ve tried to take a moment and think if the agency that wants Paste to demonstrate how tough their phone cases are is using a fallacy, but… dang it, I don’t think so. Owning a Slobberknocker phone case will protect your phone even if some kid on a skateboard lands on it. That’s a message I can get behind.
Discuss.
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