Picking up my family at John Wayne Airport . . .
There’s a guy walking around the baggage claim area with a toy poodle on a leash.
I point this out to my son and say, “I didn’t know you could walk your dog around here. I would have brought Lightning.”
“Maybe it’s a bomb-sniffing dog,” he says.
“A bomb-sniffing poodle?”
“Yeah.”
In summary, I claim that some of the reasons why so many people who have greatness within their grasp don’t succeed are: they don’t work on important problems, they don’t become emotionally involved, they don’t try and change what is difficult to some other situation which is easily done but is still important, and they keep giving themselves alibis why they don’t. They keep saying that it is a matter of luck.
Bias is particularly an issue on cross-boundary initiatives, where multiple groups of stakeholders work together on a project. Each stakeholder group has particular goals and is judged against metrics that may be unique to that group. Bias tends to be a substantial driver of project disruption in organizations where goals or metrics across groups are in conflict.
Good seats! Be alert for bats and/or balls!
My wife sent this next one from her phone with a note: “May be last picture for tonight. Can you tell from casey face.” The game hadn’t started yet!
- I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
- I wish I didn’t work so hard.
- I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.
- I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
- I wish that I had let myself be happier.
Nearly 60% of the teenage readers of an online men’s magazine say they would punch a coworker in the face if they could get away with it, and nearly 40% would do the same to their bosses. The magazine, AskMen.com, says the number of positive responses to those statements declines steadily with respondents’ age, dropping to about 20% for readers 50 and older.
. . . and all I got was this photo of a T-shirt.
At the doctor’s office this afternoon, there was a man about 70 years old in the waiting room wearing a Peterbilt cap and holding a similar cap in his hands.
Later I asked the nurse why the guy needed two caps.
“He left his cap here on his last appointment,” she said. “We gave it back to him today so now he has two.”
“Oh that makes sense,” I said. “I was thinking it was maybe a symptom of whatever it is he’s being treated for.”
General rule: If you’re pregnant and I’m not the father, I don’t need to be informed. Couldn’t care less.
Melissa Rycroft? Lily Allen? Who the hell are these people?
My son comes home from playing basketball, holds his hand up in front of me and says, “Let me see your fingers.”
I don’t know what he’s up to here but I put my palm against his palm and we compare fingers. They’re about the same. Mine are maybe a little longer.
“HA!” he says. “It’s your fault I can’t dunk! Bad genetics! I can get over the rim but the ball comes out of my hand because I can’t palm it.”
“Hmmm,” I say. “I could palm a basketball easily when I was your age so your theory doesn’t really stand up to scrutiny.”
“Could you dunk?” he asks.
“I’m still working on that. I hate to admit it but I don’t think it’s going to happen for me.”
The vet asks my owner if my appetite is normal.
“He’s hungry every second,” he says. “Is that normal?”
For a pug it is!
Now the vet is telling him how much our visit today is going to cost.
“Whoa, sticker shock,” he says. “How much would it cost to just put him down?”
WHAT?!?!
“Kidding,” he says.
HEY THAT IS NOT FUNNY!!!
— Lightning 
