Scheduled outage
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
When I saw this phrase on my Blogger posting page, I first thought it said "scheduled outrage."
Now that would be darn cool. Can't you just picture it...
10:45 a.m.
Stan: I need you on a conference call at 3:00 today.
Bonnie: Oh, sorry. Three's no good. I can do 4:30.
Stan: Nope, it's gotta be 3:00. Same rate as before: five million dollars.
Bonnie: Well, it's your nickel, but that's during my scheduled outrage.
Stan: Hah, hah, very funny, writer-girl.
2:58 p.m.
Bonnie: Hello?
Stan: Now we've got Bonnie on the line. Bonnie, meet Cynthia. Cynthia runs Taco Nacho, the new dance club that's opening in the spring of 2008. I suggested we do a little brainstorming over the phone to help us get started on figuring out her brand.
Cynthia: Hiya, Bon Bon.
Bonnie: THAT'S NOT MY FREAKING NAME, BIATCH!
Stan: Whoa, I think we've got a bad connection here.
Bonnie: TACO NACHO? YOU'RE KIDDING ME, RIGHT? ARE YOU GONNA SPRINKLE THE FLOOR WITH SHREDDED LETTUCE AND CHOPPED TOMATOES OR SOMETHING?
Stan: That's not a bad idea. You don't have to shout, we can hear you just fine.
Cynthia: Wow. You did say she's ahead of the curve...
Bonnie: I DON'T THINK EITHER OF YOU GET IT. I DON'T GIVE A RAT'S ASS ABOUT YOUR CLUB OR YOUR BRAND. IT'S LAME. L-A-M-E.
Cynthia: Now there's a good name for a club.
Bonnie: WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? YOU WOULDN'T KNOW A GOOD IDEA UNLESS IT CAME ALONG WITH A TATTOO ARTIST AND STENCILED YOU IN.
Stan: Free tattoos opening night, perfect!
Cynthia: Yeah, thanks Bonnie. You got mad skills.
Now that would be darn cool. Can't you just picture it...
10:45 a.m.
Stan: I need you on a conference call at 3:00 today.
Bonnie: Oh, sorry. Three's no good. I can do 4:30.
Stan: Nope, it's gotta be 3:00. Same rate as before: five million dollars.
Bonnie: Well, it's your nickel, but that's during my scheduled outrage.
Stan: Hah, hah, very funny, writer-girl.
2:58 p.m.
Bonnie: Hello?
Stan: Now we've got Bonnie on the line. Bonnie, meet Cynthia. Cynthia runs Taco Nacho, the new dance club that's opening in the spring of 2008. I suggested we do a little brainstorming over the phone to help us get started on figuring out her brand.
Cynthia: Hiya, Bon Bon.
Bonnie: THAT'S NOT MY FREAKING NAME, BIATCH!
Stan: Whoa, I think we've got a bad connection here.
Bonnie: TACO NACHO? YOU'RE KIDDING ME, RIGHT? ARE YOU GONNA SPRINKLE THE FLOOR WITH SHREDDED LETTUCE AND CHOPPED TOMATOES OR SOMETHING?
Stan: That's not a bad idea. You don't have to shout, we can hear you just fine.
Cynthia: Wow. You did say she's ahead of the curve...
Bonnie: I DON'T THINK EITHER OF YOU GET IT. I DON'T GIVE A RAT'S ASS ABOUT YOUR CLUB OR YOUR BRAND. IT'S LAME. L-A-M-E.
Cynthia: Now there's a good name for a club.
Bonnie: WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? YOU WOULDN'T KNOW A GOOD IDEA UNLESS IT CAME ALONG WITH A TATTOO ARTIST AND STENCILED YOU IN.
Stan: Free tattoos opening night, perfect!
Cynthia: Yeah, thanks Bonnie. You got mad skills.
Labels: adventures, fun, ideas
posted by Bonnie Staring at 10:43 PM
2 Comments:
ROFL!! I need me some of that once and awhile. Actually could've used that today. :)
I hear ya, Amy! I just hope that some new club owner doesn't start spreading produce across the dance floor. Things could get...saucy.
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