Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Cranium Booster: Let Me Explain!
Cranium Booster: Let Me Explain!: "Image by tarale via Flickr Day Fifty Four, Balfour and Buzzwordy must have been riding in the tiny Datsun for almost two hours withou..."
Let Me Explain!
Image by tarale via FlickrDay Fifty Four,
Balfour and Buzzwordy must have been riding in the tiny Datsun for almost two hours without speaking to each other since leaving the Tel Aviv Ben Gurion International Airport. The climate outside of the car felt smoldering hot and both of them were sweating profusely. Buzzwordy found himself trapped within a small space, thirsty, dejected, and unable to communicate with the burly giant next to him.
He kept staring outside of the window with the hope of spotting interesting objects. Images were seen to fly by like shooting stars in the dark - they came and disappeared into the thin air. Zippo and they were gone!
"Hey, we have another hour to go. You should try to relax, OK!" suggested Balfour.
"So when will we get to the hotel?" asked Buzzwordy.
"Ah, the Dan Tel Aviv hotel!" exuded the heavyset driver.
"So what time Balfour?" insisted the marketing whiz kid.
"Listen Mr. Buzzwordy, just look at your watch!" retorted the impatient Balfour.
"Balfour, my watch has a different time! Why is it so hard for you to tell me the local time?" complained Buzzwordy.
Buzzwordy's reaction must have royally offended Balfour. He began to cuss and curse loudly while giving the marketing whiz kid demeaning stares. Something must be done quickly to contain the hostile situation before Buzzwordy gets thrown out of the tiny Datsun.
The central processing unit within Buzzwordy's head began to crank and shift into high gears. A few really exciting cranium busting challenges could very well be brought up to Balfour and see him getting crushed and humiliated right in front of the marketing whiz kid. A sense of satisfaction quickly overpowered Buzzwordy and propelled him into the world of temporary nirvana.
"Balfour, since we still have another hour to go, would you like to play some mental games with me?" asked Buzzwordy innocently.
"What game?" smirked Balfour.
"Lets try this one first Balfour! Once upon a time, there lived a giant in the forest with three bags. The first bag contained gold, the second bag contained silver, and the third bag contained the key to wisdom. Are you interested to play this game?" inquired Buzzwordy.
"Sure but I can tell you that this game is a loser. Why? Simply because there is no key out there that can give you wisdom!" scorned Balfour.
"One day the giant fell asleep under a huge oak tree. When he woke up, he found himself being surrounded by three robbers. There was a bag in each robber's hand." described Buzzwordy.
"Go on!" encouraged Balfour.
"The giant looked disturbed and wasn't sure what to do next. The first robber asked him what was inside the bag that he was holding onto, and the giant told him that it was gold. The first robber was delighted to hear the answer and quickly ran away. The second robber asked him what was concealed inside the bag that he was holding onto, and the giant told him that it was silver. Just like the first robber, he was equally excited and promptly disappeared." told Buzzwordy.
"Keep going!" demanded Balfour.
"Instead of asking the question, the third robber waved the bag in front of the giant and told him that copper was inside the bag. The giant shook his head and informed the third robber that the bag contained the key to wisdom. Upon hearing this news, the third robber went berserk, threw the bag onto the ground, and screamed at the giant." continued Buzzwordy in a calm tone of voice.
"Keep going!" urged Balfour.
"[You should have never told me the truth. I'm sick and tired of looking for my fortune and who the heck needs a key to wisdom. You can't find wisdom in the forest!] screamed the third robber before he ran deep into the forest. The giant shook his head and told himself that these robbers were the three dumbest ones out there!" said Buzzwordy.
"You lost me, why are they dumb?" asked the confused Balfour.
Buzzwordy knew that his plan was working because the burly giant didn't have the wit to understand the story. He turned and looked at Balfour with a big grin on his face.
"Let me explain!" grinned Buzzwordy.
I'll be back on Day Fifty Five.
Buzzwordy
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Cranium Booster: What Is His Name?
Cranium Booster: What Is His Name?: "Image by Christyn via Flickr Day Fifty Three, 'Hello officer, I really hope that my DEATH MARCH reply didn't rub you the wrong way.&nbs..."
What Is His Name?
Image by Christyn via FlickrDay Fifty Three,
"Hello officer, I really hope that my DEATH MARCH reply didn't rub you the wrong way. What I really mean is that I've been forced to take on an assignment that is known to fail even before starting it. As people say, the odd is not in my favor at all!" sighed Buzzwordy.
"Go on!" signaled the officer.
Buzzwordy began to unload his life story on this poor officer. He mentioned about Madam Fei in China and how his boss Bif used him as his pawn. His hard work never got recognized and even if they did, there would always be other tougher assignments for him to take on. The portrayal of his marketing journey was vivid and animated, and he could see the officer warming up to his story slowly but steadfastly.
"I see Mr. Buzzwordy! So life has been hell for you, right?" probed the officer.
"100%!" replied the marketing whiz kid without any hesitation.
The skeptical officer gave Buzzwordy a long and hard stare, scratched his neck a bit, sipped his black coffee, and leaned forward with a "I HEARD YOU SUCKER" nod.
"Alright Mr. Buzzwordy! Do you have someone to pick you up outside the airport?" asked the officer.
"Oh yes, the IP design company called Intelli is supposed to send a driver to pick me up outside the airport." answered Buzzwordy in a somewhat relaxed manner.
"What is his name?" inquired the officer.
Buzzwordy fumbled through his laptop bag and found a piece of paper - all wrinkled up and looked pretty ragged.
"Got it, his name is Balfour! responded Buzzwordy.
"Balfour, what a wonderful name for a local boy!" nodded the officer as he proceeded to stamp Buzzwordy's passport.
Buzzwordy thanked the officer profusely and picked up his speed as he headed towards the airport ground transportation area.
"Holy blunderbuzz, I'm really late for Balfour. I just hope that he doesn't mind waiting for me!" grunted Buzzwordy.
The moment Buzzwordy entered into the ground transportation area, he saw a huge guy carrying a sign with his name on it. The look on his face would humiliate anyone at first glance.
"Man, Balfour looks like a towering inferno. Sh..!" murmured the marketing whiz kid.
"Good afternoon, you must be Balfour from Intelli. It is great to meet you and sorry for being late. I got held up at ....!" greeted Buzzwordy with a broad smile.
"Mr. Buzzwordy. You are late. Follow me to my car now." gestured Balfour emotionlessly.
There was no "HELLO" or "WELCOME TO TEL AVIV" greeting whatsoever. Balfour kept pacing forward with Buzzwordy sprinting after him closely.
"Hey Balfour, how long is the ride to the hotel?" questioned Buzzwordy once they arrived at Balfour's car.
"Get in!" growled the annoyed driver.
Poor Buzzwordy shook his head and whispered to himself that it will be a long road ahead with Balfour behind the wheel. He let out a loud yawn and stretched his entire body out like a bat.
Balfour gave him a condescending stare, twitched his facial muscle, and drove off like there is no tomorrow.
See you all on Day Fifty Four.
Buzzwordy
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