I saw this picture on LinkedIn and some folks were gushing about it!! Headline: “Bill gets hamburger like regular folks.” What a fucking guy!!!! I started a reply but then I took stock. This is a post damn it!
Do you have any idea what the life of one of the richest men in the universe is like?
Not this. NOT BLOODY LIKELY!
He would be out with photographers, PR folks Flacksters and Hacksters – assistants, a lead party to check it out, and boocoo security. Yeah, man!!! That is just like normal folks. He’s just like me!!! Well, except I can’t afford a hamburger?
I don’t mind Mr. Gates – don’t know him from a plate of beans, but sure I don’t hate him? No published scandals – that is always nice … But I am too old and seen too much to believe spin.
Cue Blade Runner epic speech. I was going to leave it at that but folks seem to NOT know anything that happened past 2019? You know? YOU PEOPLE!
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die. …Rov
So, if he (Bill) lived like Randolf Hearst at a San Simeon – well he could probably live 5 Randolf Hearsts… would be fine with me – I do not care. Meh, as the kids say! (They probably don’t say that anymore?
The fact Mr. Gates and other very rich people are … well, very rich Means nothing to me.
None of them have come to my door wanting any of my money. They have never dictated what the hell I can do and they have never confiscated my property… Oh Sorry, that is Canada.
This shot here is Ol Bill “virtue signaling” to all of us: “Ain’t I normal! And please could the army that guards my place keep the CHAZ and other Antifa radicals at bay?”
Gracias (See I am Spanish-friendly too!!!)
Rich folks do not mean I have less. Liberals in power mean I have less.
And that is the only political statement I will make. Once every 15 years is sufficient.
I met a couple of very rich people. Amazing to see. I never wanted fame celebrity nor millions. Was always fascinated by the sheer spending.
I am an old guy. But that is not why I don’t know nuthin!
I am an old white guy – and that is not why I don’t know nuthin!
The reason I don’t know nuthin … is that stuff that is percolating is, well not real.
A young girl was incensed and outraged that her employer misspelled her name twice! Twice!
Ok, not great but to be fair I looked at the Kid’s name and I bet I would get it wrong 3 out of 5 times. Why? Because I am a racist? No, I have trouble with this type of memorization.
Maybe the shots to the head I took playing football – may be other reasons but a Doctor explained the damage causes short term… Oh, look flowers!
Sorry. Je digress1
In Victoria we have one branch of the Public Library named:
sxʷeŋxʷəŋ təŋəxʷ JAMES BAY BRANCH
I have downloaded the pronunciation of this Indigenous name and tried to remember how to say it and spell this… I just can’t.
I am also NOT being racist in this instance. Also, I must point out my Cantonese sucks and I can’t read Hebrew. I took French, Spanish, Italian, and Latin in high school and it was a fine school. Can I speak any of them (Well no one speaks Latin unless you are in Latin America, LOL) No I am not multi-lingual? Some would say I am hardly uni-lingual. I did however lecture at three Canadian universities so… that means either the qualifications to lecture at a university are shit or I am pretty bright and valued in spite of my learning disability. Speaking of disabilities I am also a retired professional drummer… we will circle around to that later!
Oh, and for the record, I grew up in a French-speaking household. yeah, it’s the shots to the head.
If you happen to have a name or I see a word that is not within my lexicon I betcha I am going to misspell it. Intentionally? No. Why would I? If I wanted to intentionally be mean, racist, derogatory, or hateful to someone misspelling ain’t really a grievous offense. Punching someone in the throat is more in line with wreaking havoc.
We really need to get over ourselves in all the petty racist bullshit. There are serious problems and serious issues that need to be dealt with – this kid’s woes are not one of them. Does it matter to her? Of course, it does! I am not marginalizing her feelings.
In fact, I think this is a good time for me to protest because I bet she cannot read a lick of drum music. Here read and play this.
What? You can’t!!!
How dare you!
RIP, my dear friend Mr. J. Pratt. If you cannot read this drum chart – one of the best I have ever played, well … you are a damn racist!
As a background, I taught presentation skills at three universities for years and trained hundreds of clients. And it always confuses me why folks don’t take the time to learn the basic skills of presenting? They are not that hard to develop over a very short period of time.
With all the “online” presenting during this COVID nonsense boy have I witnessed some absolutely appalling and pitiful examples. I put it down to
“Hey, how hard can this be?”
Skippy, it is a lot harder than you think and we – the audience – are suffering through your horrible presentation!
Talk about a “lasting” brand impression? An anecdote …
I saw an ad from a major music retailer about to do an online presentation on studio monitors.
I watched two of their previous presentations online for about 5 minutes each and could not bear to watch any more. It was evil!
I cannot think about this company without the experience I had at an alleged live presentation years ago.
They set up – again a studio monitor thing – I believe I waited for about 35 min? Then I went for a beer.
It was a huge “failure to launch” moment! No sound. Full stop.
Proving as I taught for years … doing a presentation test everything, have redundant systems, and some delicate spare parts.
Again, “Hey, how hard can this be?” Well, it was obviously way too hard for those folks at the time.
I chuckle every damn time I see an ad or post from this retailer.
That my friend is a BRAND EXPERIENCE! And not a good one!
So, here are a few basics.
have a script
rehearse again and again and again
learn to slow down and “annunciate” your words
remove any and all placeholder words (Um, like, you know, actually and others) that show just how nervous you are BECAUSE you have NOT rehearsed enough! Or you are “speaking to the slides” which a professional presenter NEVER does!
look into the damn camera. Stop looking at yourself!
plan your presentation … it needs a beginning, middle, and end.
slides are probably NOT necessary if there is interesting reading material … we can all read, we can all download it and we DO NOT need reading off a screen as you read the slide to us. We are NOT that stupid!
Please do not start your presentation with “Hi guys!’ boy that is getting old. Same goes with “Good morning, Hello all I want to thank etc etc yada yada… YOU have about 30 seconds to win an audience Start with a compelling statement to draw the folks in!
Women should neither be compromised, nor marginalized, nor made to feel anything less than … well just amazing. And when I was in drum corps there were so many amazing women one particular a snare drummer -Connie – who has passed and she too breaks my heart. Love you you snare stud-ess! (Christ she could drum!)
I have been off Facebook for most of the year with no plans to go back. I do have a “maintenance” account because I look after some pages for people for filthy lucre. Yes, I am an ad guy, therefore … a whore.
I use Twitter and Instagram mainly. It keeps me somewhat up-to-date with family and current events but I found – at least with Twitter – I was increasingly getting steamed over what I read. So, I did something about it.
Now comparatively speaking my Twitter account is no big deal. I was following 2,500 people and 1500 were following me. It made for a robust Twitter stream … but!
So I decided to cull the herd. I unfollowed or muted folks who:
So, off they went. I now have 2,200 folks I follow.
Now it is early sailing but in the last few days, my Twitter feed smells like a walk in a beautiful country meadow rather than a walk in New York in the 80s! (If you walked in NYC in the 80s then you know exactly what I am talking about!)
It has been refreshing. It has been a Cluetrain moment for me. You see, you are in control of your life, your social web and what you see and read.
Is this censorship?
This is getting rid of toxic folks who really need to get their shit together.
First of all – a lot of the folks who got dumped were Canadian and the Trumpster is really no concern of theirs. We have way bigger issues here!
Second of all if you think you will feel better by pulling at that scab – trust me, leave it be. Let it heal.
Sorry – I just love that picture! It has nothing to do with this post – and maybe that is the reason I chose it!
I run One Degree and a while back and out of indifference or a sense of sheer abandon … or cramps I posted this article.
I was wondering about clickbait? And wanted to make a point – that being, how much I hate it and that you should too!
It was and still is (I think?) the highest viewed article on One Degree. Truthfully I haven’t checked because it sickens me.
I have been a Cluetrain Guy since day one – in fact they gave me permission s to use the material in The Cluetrain for lectures. And using clickbait is just so against my beliefs – to the core. So when I saw that a recent article I posted started to skyrocket with hits I needed to look … yep, this one! I did not do this on purpose. So what we are doing on OneDegree is now serving up what I call EIS – Executive Information Services as opposed to MIS. I would do more with this but it would cost me a pretty penny. And that penny of shininess ain’t on hand! We are not Condé Nast. Shit, we aren’t even Barb Nast! So what I do daily is grab really interesting articles from 50 or so alert feeds and one hundred or so news feeds and post them. They are all – for the most part – of interest to someone like just like me! A person that was deep into the online biz, some geeky stuff, some M&A and some good old-fashioned executive management stuff.
Anyway – the pictures I use are the front page shots on the first article. Well, the one last Friday was talking about fake news and the elections. Voila!!! Clickbait attained!
Not my intent. Not what I want. But there it is. Folks clank onto that story by the thousands and thousands … I was thinking of taking it down but that to me is close to censorship. And if you know me I hate that!
A 16-year-old gets major international media attention. Kanye, Michael Jackson Tay Tay type media attention! She somehow addressed Davos, the European Union, sailed across the ocean, addressed the US Congress and the UN, then met with civic leaders and our Prime Minister.
<Insert sound of tires screeching!> Stop! Hold on just a damn minute.
I don’t know anything, but I do know to get that type of attention the following is probably true:
1 – You have three heads, just cured cancer, won a Nobel, a Pulitzer, and an Academy Award in the same week along with The Masters the US Open and married Kanye West – and even with all those you probably would not get the media attention Greta did. As quick as she did and as thorough as she did. Why? Because no one before her, let alone a 16-year-old with no credentials has ever done it.
2 – To get that type of media attention you must have a huge machine behind you. And by machine, I mean mucho dinero. And by mucho dinero, I mean more money than God!
She allegedly has a PR guru Ingmar Rentzhog. But even a PR Guru needs money. She gets a film made arranges a sail across the ocean .. travel hotels, meal expenses and on and on and so on and so forth. That in itself is more money than an ordinary, as she is billed, 16-year-old has let alone be able to rent a hotel without a credit card… at 16!
No PR Guru does this on spec. There is more to this than meets the eye. Or Greta is smarter than anyone that ever lived and/or richer and has more Klout than say, George Soros. (Sorry, Did I say that?)
Try this … just for shits and giggles, call up a random large company – hell, make it your bank and tell them you want to speak with … nay, meet with the President and Chairman tomorrow.
1 – You would be lucky to speak to a real person calling your own bank. That would then involve several left messages and “Press 1 for la de da Press 3 for la de da etc and if someone ever did get back to you …
2 – Your request would be denied. Full stop. “Who da fuck do you think you are?”
3 – If you did get a meeting it would be in 3 – 4 weeks at the very least and probably canceled before that
4 – And, If you did get the meeting it would be the shortest 2 minutes of your life. “You want what?” “Get out!”
Now, if you happen to be worth $20 billion, or your name rhymes with Aga Khan, and there is the slightest possibility of some of your moolah falling off the top of your dresser into their bank … well, they would have already been calling you, wouldn’t they? And the idea of calling your bank is moot! Or, if you are someone with Klout – and by Klout, I mean the Sonia Bata* type Klout where she could pick up the phone, call Prince Charles and demand he does something immediately … Klout – then they are in a constant state of salivating waiting for your call. Or they have set up a banking office at your place of business. I call that “acolyte banking.” (When I was running BBDO we set up an office at Chrysler in Windsor. “Acolyte Advertising” at its best!)
*Yep, she could! I worked with her. God, I loved that woman!
For this young girl to accomplish anything on her own involving more than doing a shitty, badly spelled, bristol-board-poster for show and tell day – especially of this magnitude – is impossible – folks it involves Klout of immense proportion.
Who’s? I don’t know, I don’t care and I care not to guess but I will bet dollars to dog biscuits that there were some pretty powerful phone calls made. And not by Little-Old Greta.
Here is another example to demonstrate where I am coming from. When I was in the business – a Creative guy who could sell – I had two tricks.
1 – Golf. 4 hours of undivided attention with your best client. (Always let him/her win.) If they golf they will always say yes to a lovely round at your private club avec service and primping and a fine meal. Trying to remember a golf date that did not end up in more business? No, it never did!
2 – If I was wooing a client I would always try and arrange a dinner with him and make sure I invited his best customer along and let them know who would be there. Funny how the potential client always showed up! And trying to remember if that ever failed? No, it did not!
One thing I do have an abundance of is common sense and for all my life “If something seems too good to be true it probably is.” Or, “if something just seems weird … it is.”
Truth is something I have valued all my life and anytime I have been a party to “truth: or heard the absolute “truth” it has been not only enlightening but life-changing.
That is how fucking rare the truth is! And in the Greta story, I think the truth is not in plain sight!
Now, full disclosure, this is anecdotal and I have no data or statistical proof … but it is a feeling. A pretty strong feeling!
I see some fairly large and revered brands on Social Media (Pretty much everyone is on now!) and it looks like a lot have hired the same bright-eyed-bushy-tailed-youngsters to run their accounts.
Why do I say that?
Well, the abundance of cat and puppy posts emanating from some serious companies. The senseless rhetorical question and the stuff that is simply neither aligned with the particular brand nor their industry – it makes ya wonder?
Yes, the old guys and gals (Jesus, are there any left?) in management probably wouldn’t know a Tweet from a CPC, from a Pin, to a “Like!” And that is understandable. BUT – you’d think the marketing-types or the agency folks might notice?
Hiring some bright-as-a-button-Young’un to post your Tweets and run your SM that doesn’t know what your brand represents nor your industry is a waste of time and money. And for the kids doing this – save all that fluff for your personal accounts.
I am still scratching my head at the latest Funeral Home Contest …