I am getting ready to go out of town next week, for the annual pilgrimage to Nashville, TN for Country Radio Seminar. It's a time for contemplation, research, planning, strategy and forward thinking.
Or, as we call it in the voice over business - heavy drinking, followed by detox.
My weekend plans will be dominated by laundry, cleaning, packing, etc. Between all of it, I will take time to ponder some of life's mysteries. Such as:
How can DirecTV continue to screw up my account, yet keep me as a client?
What keeps mermaids from developing argulus, dermocystidium or fin rot?
Will it be possible, with time, to restore the allure of Madagascar... to eliminate her tainted surface waters, malaria, and bacterial and protozoal diarrhea outbreaks? And, given time and resources, can the majestic island thumb her nose at the arrogant disposition of Mozambique?
Where was Fred Flintstone's personal drive and motivation? Why did he settle for working for that prick, Mr. Slate, when he had that flying green alien, Gazoo? I could make a fortune with that little bastard. And did Fred ever wander next door to get him some Betty? (DON'T click that link!) (I warned you, didn't I?)
How do you keep the music playing? How do you make it last? How do keep the song from fading too fast?
Can I possibly get more shit in my junk drawer?
When will people learn that sandals 'n socks are the sign of a confident, mature and well-rounded man?
Sandra Oh: Hot or not?
These ponderables should keep my brain occupied for a while, even as it anticipates next week's bludgeonry at the hands of it's arch nemesis, Glenlivet.