The weather is making Hubris’ retirement kinda difficult, isn’t it?
So here he is, squatting in the stormy woods, under a downed tree, with a couple of raccoons that have very cultured opinions about what they expect to find when they reach civilization. It can only get better from here, right?
Right.
Outhouses. You know ’em. You love to hate ’em.
Stinging insects love to build nests in there… ya don’t always see ’em but you know they’re there.
Ew.
Well, it’s been a while.
Sorry about that. I honestly had no idea so many things were going to burst in upon me like that, and something had to give.
So… Back to the story. The rain continues unabated, and our heroes (Durnell, Ziggy, and Clem) have been driving in the driving rain for hours to get to a spot that was supposed to be an easy jaunt. Oh, well… That’s a road trip for you. Ziggy knows the way, so they’ll be fine.
Just fine…”Providence permittin’ and the creeks don’t rise”, as the local folk say.
Ron and Duke don’t seem to be the sorta fellas who are gonna let a good fishing trip plan roll over and kick its li’l feet in the air and expire.
Of course, they DO seem to be the sorta fellas who you read about in the paper- all about how they went on a fishing trip and drowned under odd, but not controversial, circumstances. And possibly rolled over and kicked their size 13s in the air as they expired.
Don’t nobody make a “Hey, Y’all, Watch this…” joke now, you hear?
It’s good that Mal is finally entering a wider world, making friends and doing new things, don’t you think?
Ry’s buddies sound nice. I guess Mal might wind up knowing a lot of new people and new skills after this weekend.
Assuming, of course, that nothing goes sideways on him.
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.
So, things are piling up for the guys.
Problems with navigation, problems with language, problems with optical acuity… and gastrointestinal integrity. Problems with interpersonal communication and patience…
Nothing a good therapist couldn’t work them through, given a few weeks of sessions and proper insurance.
Kara isn’t fussy about stuff, is she?
At least, not fussy about the kind of stuff you THINK she’s gonna be fussy about.
Probably why she’s so popular.
Oh, Steven, she’s saying it’s going to go just the way you want things to go…
And then your vehicle spontaneously disassembles.
That’s a bad sign.
Or conjunction of signs.
So, how much was that umbrella?
Intern is learning.
“Don’t argue with 1. The people who are accustomed to making decisions and 2. The people who are accustomed to doing the job and have been doing it for years.”
Not everyone learns that stuff right away.
Of course, the opposite can be true, too. Like when you run across the company that’s doing things “The Six Monkeys Method”.
You know what the Six Monkeys Method of running a business is?
Let’s say you run a lab, and you have a nice enclosure for six monkeys to inhabit. In the enclosure, you provide several boxes whose sizes have been carefully determined. If you stack said boxes all together, you could conceivably climb up to a cluster of nice looking bananas hung from the ceiling. Put in your six monkeys, let ’em stack boxes and climb toward the bananas whenever they finally figure it out. Thing is, when they’re about to snag the bananas. You turn a firehose on ’em. Boom. Scattered, wet monkeys and boxes and misery.
You might have to turn the firehose on those monkeys three or four times before they work it out- Climb up after the bananas, and you’re gonna get blasted. Otherwise, you feed them plenty, and make sure they have a clean and safe enclosure, lots of toys and things to occupy their time. There ya go. Eventually, the monkeys give up on those dang bananas you hang up there every morning.
Now, the experiment really begins. Swap out one of the monkeys for a new one. Eventually, that new guy is gonna start stacking boxes and, remembering what happened to them the last few times, the other monkeys will take the nasty job of fire hosing the new monkey away from you because they’ll set on that new monkey and whup him ’til he gives up on those boxes. Nobody wants to get blasted, after all.
Then, you swap ANOTHER monkey. That one stacks boxes and the other five (Yes! All five, including the new-ish monkey) will set upon the new new monkey and whale the tar out of him.
You can keep this up until you have six monkeys that weren’t part of the original group, and none of whom have been blasted with a firehose, or even know that a firehose was ever involved. In fact, the firehose could have been taken away and sold after the first new monkey ’cause it don’t hardly have nothin’ to do with the experiment after that.
What you wind up with is a pack of six monkeys who will whip the hell out of any new monkey who starts stacking boxes. Why? Because “THAT’S THE WAY WE’VE ALWAYS DONE IT AROUND HERE.”
Hopefully, Kelly isn’t doing what he’s doing because of that form of business management. That’s all I’m saying. Long-windedly, but that’s it.
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