I raced in from the mailbox with my latest Netflix delivery in hand, and eagerly tore it open like a greedy child on Christmas day. I was slightly let down to find The Sum of All Fears in the tantalizing red envelope, though I’m sure I have only myself to blame for its getting there. The plot is actually pretty good. From the back of the label: “Why are three missing Russian nuclear scientists holed up in the Ukraine, communicating with neo-Nazis? CIA agent Jack Ryan (Affleck) digs up more information than the U.S. government is willing to accept. As bombs kill thousands in Chechnya and the U.S., Ryan races against time to prevent all-out nuclear war.
As a Social Media advocate, you may find it odd for me to discuss social media cons, but I have heard a few of them lately, and I would like to address them. Here are the top 5 cons we have encountered recently.
Don’t You Mean Web Site?
In college I had a roommate who was otherwise really cool. But he had this thing where if someone pronounced Michaelangelo (referring, of course, to Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni, the great renaissance whatever) in the Anglicized manner, he would guffaw and blabber on about how it’s Meekaelangelo, you uncultured heathen, because that’s how they say it in Italy.
This afternoon I passed a billboard in a very prominent (i.e. expensive) location on the I-10 just outside the loop, headed toward town. It was advertising a Corpus Christi tourism association (I’m not sure whether it was a travel agency, not-for-profit organization, chamber of commerce or what have you, because my eyes were blurred by uncontrollable guffawing.) which simply said “Got Beach?”
Yet another morning spent in front of the computer, delegating tasks to our talented employees, drawing logo designs, managing hosting accounts…the one thing I’m not doing this morning is client correspondence. That’s because I started work at three (okay, I’m in my pajamas at my kitchen table, but I’m working!), and when you get emails timestamped three in the morning, you start to wonder if these people aren’t flesheaters. My infant son is one of those infants who simply starts yelling because he wants something, and after I’ve given him his bottle and his poor mother a break, my mind starts racing about all the awesome stuff I’m going to do today.