The business world has gone to hell in a
cell phone, dahrlings. People are so distracted, dates, times, places have no
meaning. I followed
up with IATA yesterday on a deadline they’d given me for October 1st...
and they said, “Oh, is it October already?”
And the invention of texting has pretty
much put an end to all social life on the planet. Competing with a piece of
technology is not a battle I’ve ever won. It’s no wonder there’s an
anti-fubbing movement out there. Or is it phubbing? Like ‘snubbing’, but
with a phone -- where someone pays more attention to
their phone than to you. Gives “hey buddy, my eyes
are up here” a whole new meaning. What are you going to write that’s so
compelling while holding a drink and pawing my knee?
Frankly, Pumpkins, with the way fingers
are flying in all the wrong places, it may as well be fubbing. (Not touching
that one any more than I have to.)
I’m rather tired of bouncing off rubber
brained emails, dahrlings. And the typos! You need to be a mind-reader. PEOPEL!
PULL OUT YOUR FINGERS AND PHOCUS!
