Donut Mess With Me!

Friends,

Messing with people’s minds can be fun. You know, the way a public radio program director plays the ‘support for NPR comes from…’ advert, immediately followed by a fund drive –no news for you mister! Lately, I’ve been tempted to go down to their level and engage in similarly despicable tactics. Here’s a few ideas:

Have you seen the Italian American custom license plates? You know the ones with a little American flag next to a little Italian flag centered in the frame. Well, what if we painted an even smaller emblem of a brown eagle sitting on a cactus in the white space of the green white and red? It doesn’t even have to be that detailed, just a few strokes and, voila, they’re now proud of their Mexican American heritage.
Adopt a random conspiracy theory and defend it. Admit it, that could be a lot of fun. As a conspiracy theorist, you are now allowed to believe in any preposterous notion and dismiss any inconvenient evidence –after all, powerful interests are engaged in pulling the wool over everyone’s eyes, so they could have doctored-up any evidence you’re presented with. Just pick a few choice inflammatory catchphrases and you’re ready to get under anyone’s skin.
Brew decaf in the regular coffee pot. On second thought, this one is not particularly good. Psychosomatic effects being what they are, I bet nobody would notice. Then again, seeing folks invigorated by what essentially amounts to useless hot brown water could be fun.
How about bringing donuts in on a Thursday? You get my e-mail and all day you’re excited about the weekend, except… there’s another workday yet to come because it’s not Friday yet!

Wait, I actually just did that last one. So if you’re in the south Denver office today, come on down for a sweet treat. Sorry. Not sorry.

Happy Thursday!

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Ashes to Ashes

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To an end to Covid Games

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BIrds of a Feather

Friends, The early bird catches the worm, however, as the sun rises I’d much rather have a Denver omelet than a diet of worms . Ready to fly the coop, my ducks all in a row, I ponder one more time whether a bird in hand is truly worth two in the bush. Egged-on by my quest to tuck away a nest egg, I’ve decided to change industries and hope that, like the phoenix, my career will also rise from the ashes of change. After all, I’m no spring chicken –my crow’s feet and gray bely my age – however, I have to trust my judgment and believe you can’t catch this old bird with chaff (whether or not folks think me an odd bird for my actions). And so I shall attempt to soar like an eagle, aware that counting my chickens before they hatch would be ill-advised. As I learn to talk turkey in the language of cybersecurity, I will endeavor not to hide my head in the sand, choosing instead to be like a duck – calm on the surface and paddle like hell underneath! And while my excessive use of bird-inspired

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