A Bullshit Centenary

Beans at lunch led to an executive moment – a lot of air and little substance. This got me thinking about corporate communication.

I recently read the Wikipedia entry and learned that sometime between its origins in the seventeenth century and the early twentieth century, the word bull zoomorphized. A fecal suffix completed the transformation.

The problem is that this language change gave nonsense a gender.

I could complain. Words are supposed to be gender neutral. I could claim that the survival of the term as we have grown to know it is a sign of a misandronistic society that labels men as the masters of the false or exaggerated statement.  However, I don’t believe in complaining. I believe in proposing solutions and solving problems.

The simplest solution would be to drop the crap and make it a return to the roots of bull but my preferred solution is to replace it with “cattle crap.” In the corporate environment, this would have the additional advantage of giving new meaning to the label “A master of the CC.”

Genius graffiti….

I Confess …

I’m a Oxytocin dealer and a hardcore user. Happy New Year!!!

Recycled Policies

One more reason to recycle policies.
One more reason not recycle paper.
At least something is getting recycled 🙂

They’re My Goals

Hold That Thought

Let’s Brainstorm

Unfortunately, I usually remember the boss’ view of idea gathering after the meeting has started.

I’m A Professional

‘Of course I won’t laugh, said the nurse. I’m a professional. In over twenty years I’ve never laughed at a patient.’

‘Okay then, said Fred, and he proceeded to drop his trousers, revealing the tiniest ‘man thingy’ the nurse had ever seen.  Length and width, it …couldn’t have been bigger than a AAA battery. Unable to control herself, the nurse started giggling, then fell to the floor laughing.

Ten minutes later she was able to struggle to her feet and regain her composure.

‘I am so sorry,’ she said. ‘I don’t know what came over me. On my honor as a nurse and a lady, I promise it won’t happen again. Now, tell me, what seems to be the problem?’

‘It’s swollen,’ Fred replied.

She ran out of the room

Where’s Wally?

and what does that say about the speaker?

Beware The Ninja

Ever try to tell your boss that you’re late on a project because you got Ninja’d at a meeting?