strangepyramid

Someone recently said:
If you have someone who is on your staff who operates in that capacity and mars your good name and your organization's good name... they should no longer be on your staff. Trying to justify the action by stating they are being demoted to the smallest of roles doesn't fails. The person is still representative of your team.

....hmm, okay, sure.

I wonder if that thought also applies for said person and the various conventions said person "represents."

Or maybe:
"The opinions and commentary on this blog are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the ideas or opinions of Yellow Lychee or any other company/convention/entity that "said person" happens to be associated or working with at any given time. "

Is considered a blanket disclaimer to cover every action said person might do. Thereby making sure that there are no repurcussions and said person can proceed gleefully though their life, skipping along smugly thinking that they're always right?

As opposed to just being a small minded imbecile with a big mouth and an inferiority complex?

I don't know. I'm probably wrong. But it was just a thought.

SP
 

Once upon a time, before cable and the internet, televisions use to magically receive their signals right out of thin air. In this time what the televisions showed was controlled by a clicking device. The dial, as it was called, sat on the front of each television for this was the time before remote controls. In this time before cable and thousands of choices, most televisions only two or three channels to choose from.

The wizened children of this time had little to do when school was over, for this was the time before the Atari Apocalypse and the Nintendo Age. These wise children, nerds their tormentors would call them, had nothing but the television during those long afternoons.

For these televisions had little to show on their meager channels. Oh some would tell you that there were more channels, but these were just the daydreams of fevered imaginations. For one of these channels would always be showing educational information and surely that did not count. The other fabled channels were held solely in the possession of the mothers, showing nothing more than game shows and soap operas.

Woe be it to the wise child who came home to find their mother already in front of the television. For in these days there was only one television in each home, for the retired black and white television in the basement no longer counted. Many a wise child attempted to convince their mother to let them have the old television, but such things were unheard of at the time. Better to go outside and play in the sunshine then watch the glowing idol in one's bedroom.

It was a dreary time indeed.

In this time the channels were not beholden to lords in a far away land. No these channels were lands unto themselves with people nearby deciding what was to be shown each day. And just like ordinary people, they had little money with which to obtain programs with which to show. Many hours had to be filled and the coffers were much too small to do it with.

One of the channels found a way to do this. They found programs that were once popular but had long since drifted away. So they populated their airways with castaways forever stuck on lost islands, genies being freed from lamps by passing astronauts and talking horses, just to name a few.

The other two channels saw this and saw it was good, they would do the same. Only they would do better. They knew of the wizened children out in the lands, hunting for something to watch. They would put on programs that would attract these children. For when they had the children than those that wanted to sell treasures to those children would also appear.

One of the channels was quicker than the other. Like the first channel, it searched for old programs but it searched for things that had been shown on Saturday mornings that had long gone by. For then Saturday morning was the nirvana of the wizened children. It was a time when one would have to choose between the Superfriends and Scooby Doo, Jabber Jaw and Hong Kong Fooey, for every channel showed cartoons from dawn until the darkening of the Wide World of Sports.

Every channel except for the dreaded educational channel, who still did not count.

The nimble channel saw how little these cartoons could be purchased for and stole away them all. Locking them all up in their dungeons, held there with only occasional glimpses of sunlight.

The slower channel looked out across what had been done and panicked. Where were they to find programs to show? The one thought, if those programs were bought here, what might exist in other lands? Lands far away from this land where no one had thought to look?

The channel found that these lands did indeed have cartoons of their own and that they could be bought for even less than what the other channels had bought. Of course these programs would not be in English, but that could easily be fixed. With just some simple magic, these programs could be remade and still be cheaper than what the other channels had bought.

So in ushered a land of Starblazers, Battle of the Planets and Speed Racer.

Somewhere in the dark afternoon lands five boys stared in amazement. They did not care of talking horses or talking dogs that solved mysteries. They did not want to try and guess the password or see Mary Sue and Clifford's last date. Separate from each other, but unified in their amazement Daniel, Dale, Frank, Karl and Paul watched and saw that this was good.

To be continued...