Now, most people who know me know I am not a very picky person. Easy to please, not very argumentative, just don’t put any water in that fine glass of Bourbon or I’ll break your arm – ice only will be perfectly fine. Other than that, I am rather easy to get along with and other than being a bit of a chatterbox I am usually admitted to parties as long as I promise in writing not to spontaneously burst into song.
Now, Groucho – Man-oh-man – he was always my favorite Marx brother. Chico and Harpo had their moments, but nobody had that witty crack and was as good with the ladies as Groucho. On top of that he knew what a good cigar was worth and one of my favorite quotes of his is : “There is no such thing as a sanity clause in my contract.”.
(I plagiarize it now and then in meetings with project managers when they frantically ask me for the fifth time “Why, Victor, why … ?”)
Well, to get back on topic – Groucho had another quote I like ” I don’t care to belong to a club that accepts people like me as members.”
Usually I would follow my idol Groucho’s lead on allot of things, but this time I will have to deviate from his path of reason and sanity. It appears the people behind Lotusphere Idol! decided to seriously lower their standards and accepted the abstract I sent in at the last minute. I don’t usually look a gift horse in the mouth so I gracefully accepted this honor.
(Anyway, asking questions such as whether there were no other mails than mine to be recovered from that corrupted mail-in dB might send Ed Brill and Mr Mooney off to the look for the back-up tapes)
So, Tuesday afternoon I will be there, all bright-eyed and bushy tailed – with my hair as it was engineered by NASA (a Bill Buchan quote) and do my best to make sure that the people don’t leave the room with another one of Groucho’s quotes on their lips:
“I have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn’t it.” …
See y’all there!