NormWhat's In A Title?
Ask to see someone's business card? Professional. Bold. Both the name and the title. Just not the person? IT Savvy Mr Fixit, it will read. Mr Limp Dick, Metrosexual, SNAG, Know-Nothing more like it. Put the label 'Cure All Remedy' on a 'Bottle of Poison' and most ignorant fucks bloggers will drink it, and not question anyone or anything. Until they end up in hospital on life-support? And then write a First Will & Testament Document? Professional and Bold? Leaving their family of ignorant sycophantic and brown-nosing conditioners all they own? Their ignorance? Their lack of self-knowlede? Leave it to the people who gave it to them in the first place? In spades and shovelfuls? The same spades that will be used as shovels to dig the grave? Leave their skeleton to posterity for medical discoveries to be made? No brain matter in the bones? All chalk. What a startling discovery for the ignorant to make? Leave their family of ignorant fucks full persmisson to sue the hospital and the doctors and the nurses and the ambulance personnel? And the curator of the grounds? The founder? And the company responsible for the life-support system? The real question of responsibility lies in reading between the lines of the business card. Between the name and the self-appointed title? All blank space. Take a squiz. That's how much professionalism certain people with a business card and a title have. It's all they have. A wanky business card from the Deceive All (including self) Graphics Co? THe blank space between the lines is representative of the blank space between the ears. Vacuous. Read the subtext. That's what's below the text on the business card. Have a look just below the business card on a warm day. Run your fingers through the hot air. What do you really discover? Puff and wind? Nothing? Nothing at all? Just as the clothes do not make the man, a title on a business card does not mean the person is a professional or expert in his/her field. Unless of course the field is self-deceit and deceit of others. Real professionals and self-appointed professionals? Opposites. People eager to apply a title or label to themselves? Poison disguised as a Cure-All Remedy. Read the fine print. Read between the lines, and read the subtext. But learn to read first before you put 'Reader' on your own. A person with a business card blowing hot air all over the place, and a person conducting business in a professional manner without a business card? Opposites.
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
I can see bloggers (who have no relation to holders of business cards) enthralled by such writing.
Bloggers: humility.
I am a blogger, my head is inserted(pulls down strides) here: (inspects guts, finds naught).
Lapping it up,
Norm.
Rugby World Cup 2007
Tit. And no status.
paranorMAL...hope you are well...
Dusk
Bottler of a Post ...
And love the label on the bottle ... A true graphic designer who uses words to paint pictures ... not MS Paint splatter ... *
David ...
Mal
I can see three bloggers who need no virtual business cards. I would have written 'four' bloggers but some people in virtual land have double-identities.
U-Turn & Re-Turn.
Mal.
Mal
Tit? No status in tit? Dont' agree. Don't take this the wrong way. I've never seen or handled your tits. But women's tits? They're all magnificent. Take a good HARD look at your own. Rub them all over as sensually as you can with your hands and fingertips. Feel the nipples when they're erect. Look at them. Closely. While they jut. Think about anyone you like or fancy while you do this (besides Norm, that is. The nipples will go limp as). Look at the shape of your own breasts. Closely. Take photos of them, if you have to, and just stare at them for hours on end. Get off on the shape and form of them, if you have to. Others do this sort of stuff. And, if you still honestly think there's not status in tit? Or tits? U-Turn & Re-Turn and tell me you honestly 'feel' the same way as you did before reading this reply. I bet you can't. Just a below-the-gut 'feeling' of mine.
U-Turn & Re-Turn.
Mal.
Mal
I'd like to bottle you. And send you to someone I know who would like to drink your 'contents'.
U-Turn & Re-Turn.
Mal.