Thursday, March 24, 2011
Death March Mr. Buzzwordy!
View of Tel Aviv
Image via Wikipedia
Day Fifty Two,
"Excuse me sir, we have landed in Tel Aviv and it is time to disembark the plane!" smiled a chubby air stewardess as she was shaking Buzzwordy's arm persistently.
"Oh... What! Do you know what happened to the two kids who sat next to me?" yawned Buzzwordy.
The chubby air stewardess shook her head and walked away gently.
Buzzwordy managed to grab his luggage in the overhead compartment, throw the laptop bag over his shoulder, and stagger towards the front exit of the plane.
"What uh great nap that was!" exclaimed the marketing whiz kid.
As he was sauntering towards the immigration area, he noticed an indescribable tenseness in the air. The airport wasn't exactly modern, however, it possessed all the needed amenities for any traveler.
"I wonder what is the deal with all these soldiers inside the terminal. Maximum security to welcome Buzzwordy's arrival. What a treat!" giggled Buzzwordy incessantly.
The foreign visitor line inside the immigration area wasn't too long, but it didn't seem to move much at all. Buzzwordy saw armed soldiers strolling up and down the place, their bodies were rigid like dead corpses, and their faces radiated no warmth whatsoever. Everyone in the line was pretty well behaved with the exception of infrequent complaints from a few old ladies. Sadly, no one paid attention, not even the stone cold soldiers.
This long wait must have seemed like an eternity to Buzzwordy - he started to feel numbness in his hip and his throat was getting really itchy. He kept telling himself to tough things out even though he knew about the purpose of his visit - a bloody death march at its finest moment.
"Next!" shouted an immigration officer from behind a glass like but fully enclosed kiosk.
Buzzwordy wasted no time at all by lunging his body right in front of the immigration officer. He let out a broad grin while handing his passport over to the officer.
"So Mr. Buzzwordy, is this your first time to Israel?" asked the deadbeat officer.
"Yes and I can't wait to fully check out Tel Aviv." replied Buzzwordy in an upbeat voice.
"What is your purpose for coming to Israel?" probed the officer.
"My CEO will call this trip a turning point for his career but it is really a death march as far as I could tell!" answered Buzzwordy in a sarcastic tone.
"Death march Mr. Buzzwordy? Please explain very carefully." inquired the curious officer while raising his voice.
Suddenly, Buzzwordy felt the air has gone from tense to code red and he better cool it down quickly before he gets carted away by the soldiers.
"Death march Mr. Buzzwordy?" asked the impatient officer.
"Are you ready for my remedial explanation my dear officer?" grinned the marketing whiz kid.
Lets see if Buzzwordy can come up with a snappy solution to get himself out of this bind.
See everyone on Day Fifty Three.
Buzzwordy
Image via WikipediaDay Fifty Two,
"Excuse me sir, we have landed in Tel Aviv and it is time to disembark the plane!" smiled a chubby air stewardess as she was shaking Buzzwordy's arm persistently.
"Oh... What! Do you know what happened to the two kids who sat next to me?" yawned Buzzwordy.
The chubby air stewardess shook her head and walked away gently.
Buzzwordy managed to grab his luggage in the overhead compartment, throw the laptop bag over his shoulder, and stagger towards the front exit of the plane.
"What uh great nap that was!" exclaimed the marketing whiz kid.
As he was sauntering towards the immigration area, he noticed an indescribable tenseness in the air. The airport wasn't exactly modern, however, it possessed all the needed amenities for any traveler.
"I wonder what is the deal with all these soldiers inside the terminal. Maximum security to welcome Buzzwordy's arrival. What a treat!" giggled Buzzwordy incessantly.
The foreign visitor line inside the immigration area wasn't too long, but it didn't seem to move much at all. Buzzwordy saw armed soldiers strolling up and down the place, their bodies were rigid like dead corpses, and their faces radiated no warmth whatsoever. Everyone in the line was pretty well behaved with the exception of infrequent complaints from a few old ladies. Sadly, no one paid attention, not even the stone cold soldiers.
This long wait must have seemed like an eternity to Buzzwordy - he started to feel numbness in his hip and his throat was getting really itchy. He kept telling himself to tough things out even though he knew about the purpose of his visit - a bloody death march at its finest moment.
"Next!" shouted an immigration officer from behind a glass like but fully enclosed kiosk.
Buzzwordy wasted no time at all by lunging his body right in front of the immigration officer. He let out a broad grin while handing his passport over to the officer.
"So Mr. Buzzwordy, is this your first time to Israel?" asked the deadbeat officer.
"Yes and I can't wait to fully check out Tel Aviv." replied Buzzwordy in an upbeat voice.
"What is your purpose for coming to Israel?" probed the officer.
"My CEO will call this trip a turning point for his career but it is really a death march as far as I could tell!" answered Buzzwordy in a sarcastic tone.
"Death march Mr. Buzzwordy? Please explain very carefully." inquired the curious officer while raising his voice.
Suddenly, Buzzwordy felt the air has gone from tense to code red and he better cool it down quickly before he gets carted away by the soldiers.
"Death march Mr. Buzzwordy?" asked the impatient officer.
"Are you ready for my remedial explanation my dear officer?" grinned the marketing whiz kid.
Lets see if Buzzwordy can come up with a snappy solution to get himself out of this bind.
See everyone on Day Fifty Three.
Buzzwordy
Monday, March 21, 2011
Lets See the Money First!
Semantic Web in Rubik's Cube
Image by dullhunk via Flickr
Day Fifty One,
Buzzwordy found himself sitting between two teenage kids on the plane bounded for Tel Aviv. These kids never stopped talking to each other and before he knew it, his patience was just about to run out.
"Hey dudes, can I get you guys to stop talking for the next few hours so that I can get some sleep? You don't want to be around when I am unhappy!" threatened Buzzwordy.
"Mister, have a life and leave us alone. If you are a frequent traveler, you should have no problems sleeping anyway." jeered the kid with straight brown hair who found pleasure in sticking his foot out into the middle of the aisle.
"Yeah, Kurt is right! Mind your own business mister!" echoed the other kid on Buzzwordy's right.
Buzzwordy gave both defiant kids a cold stare, rubbed his eyes violently, scratched his neck rapidly, and began to recite a poem which he made up when he first became a marketing wannabe.
"Samples can be good, and goodies can be sampled. Products can be labeled, and labels can be products. Look who is on my left and who is on my right, and they both make me really uptight."
He then paused for a second and checked the reaction of his neighbors. Surprisingly, these kids were so busy with themselves and they completely ignored his poem.
"Hey you, do you want to solve a business problem? If you win, I will give you $20. However, if I win, you and your friend will have to shut your mouths for the rest of this trip. Are you interested or not?" challenged Buzzwordy.
Both kids looked a bit puzzled since neither of them anticipated this move from Buzzwordy. They looked at each other and the kid in the aisle seat darted his tongue out mischievously.
"Lets see the money first!" winced the kid on his left.
Buzzwordy flashed his $20 bill and waved it in front of the kid. He stared at it without blinking his eyes while his friend expressed his excitement by resting his hand atop Buzzwordy's shoulder.
"Look kid, just because you have been invited to this marketing quiz game, it doesn't mean that we are now friends. Are you clear on this?" said Buzzwordy in a harsh voice.
"OK mister! What is your question?" replied the kid in the window seat.
"Yeah, what is your question?" the kid in the aisle seat chimed in immediately.
Buzzwordy raised his arms high above his shoulder, let out a heavy sigh, and got himself into a ready position.
"How relevant is vision marketing in the context of on-line semantic-based community networks?" asked the marketing whiz kid.
"What the heck?" yelled both kids simultaneously.
"Shall I repeat my question?" grinned Buzzwordy.
"I have never heard of these terms before and by the way, you can't throw us a fast ball like this. I have to say your question is completely out of context mister." complained the kid in the window seat.
"Kammie is right!" nodded the kid in the aisle seat.
"So Kammie and Kevin, I'm under the impression that you two want a simple question instead. Is it correct?" chuckled Buzzwordy.
"Totally!" shouted both kids.
"In this case, lets make a deal. Let me rest a bit first before we resume with a much simpler question. What say you two?" suggested Buzzwordy.
"Alright!" concurred both kids.
"Excellent!" smiled the marketing whiz kid as he closed his eyes and began to slumber.
See you all on Day Fifty Two.
Buzzwordy
Image by dullhunk via FlickrDay Fifty One,
Buzzwordy found himself sitting between two teenage kids on the plane bounded for Tel Aviv. These kids never stopped talking to each other and before he knew it, his patience was just about to run out.
"Hey dudes, can I get you guys to stop talking for the next few hours so that I can get some sleep? You don't want to be around when I am unhappy!" threatened Buzzwordy.
"Mister, have a life and leave us alone. If you are a frequent traveler, you should have no problems sleeping anyway." jeered the kid with straight brown hair who found pleasure in sticking his foot out into the middle of the aisle.
"Yeah, Kurt is right! Mind your own business mister!" echoed the other kid on Buzzwordy's right.
Buzzwordy gave both defiant kids a cold stare, rubbed his eyes violently, scratched his neck rapidly, and began to recite a poem which he made up when he first became a marketing wannabe.
"Samples can be good, and goodies can be sampled. Products can be labeled, and labels can be products. Look who is on my left and who is on my right, and they both make me really uptight."
He then paused for a second and checked the reaction of his neighbors. Surprisingly, these kids were so busy with themselves and they completely ignored his poem.
"Hey you, do you want to solve a business problem? If you win, I will give you $20. However, if I win, you and your friend will have to shut your mouths for the rest of this trip. Are you interested or not?" challenged Buzzwordy.
Both kids looked a bit puzzled since neither of them anticipated this move from Buzzwordy. They looked at each other and the kid in the aisle seat darted his tongue out mischievously.
"Lets see the money first!" winced the kid on his left.
Buzzwordy flashed his $20 bill and waved it in front of the kid. He stared at it without blinking his eyes while his friend expressed his excitement by resting his hand atop Buzzwordy's shoulder.
"Look kid, just because you have been invited to this marketing quiz game, it doesn't mean that we are now friends. Are you clear on this?" said Buzzwordy in a harsh voice.
"OK mister! What is your question?" replied the kid in the window seat.
"Yeah, what is your question?" the kid in the aisle seat chimed in immediately.
Buzzwordy raised his arms high above his shoulder, let out a heavy sigh, and got himself into a ready position.
"How relevant is vision marketing in the context of on-line semantic-based community networks?" asked the marketing whiz kid.
"What the heck?" yelled both kids simultaneously.
"Shall I repeat my question?" grinned Buzzwordy.
"I have never heard of these terms before and by the way, you can't throw us a fast ball like this. I have to say your question is completely out of context mister." complained the kid in the window seat.
"Kammie is right!" nodded the kid in the aisle seat.
"So Kammie and Kevin, I'm under the impression that you two want a simple question instead. Is it correct?" chuckled Buzzwordy.
"Totally!" shouted both kids.
"In this case, lets make a deal. Let me rest a bit first before we resume with a much simpler question. What say you two?" suggested Buzzwordy.
"Alright!" concurred both kids.
"Excellent!" smiled the marketing whiz kid as he closed his eyes and began to slumber.
See you all on Day Fifty Two.
Buzzwordy
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