I’m such a slacker…
I’ve been very infrequently updating this thing for the last couple of weeks… I think it has a lot to do with studying for the GMAT. Not that I’m spending every waking minute studying, but just that other things are on my mind.
I take the GMAT on Tuesday April 4th, and then I’ll be finishing up applications for grad school. Hopefully after that things will get back to normal.
Funny how much free time you really have, but never notice until it’s gone =) …Paved paradise, put up a parking lot.
Russ’s Bachelor’s party was awesome – but I lost my camera up there. I’m not too worried about it because I know it’s in Cole’s lake house somewhere… but I just don’t know where. We played football for two hours on Saturday, and I was sore for three days. Game stats: 3 receptions, 2 TD’s, 2 QB sacks. Not a bad day!
Weekend Plans
This weekend we’re throwing a bachelor’s party for Russ at Cole’s lakehouse. It will be legendary. Pictures and stories hopefully to come next week!
Tom Is Not My Friend
I saw an ad on Facebook for a t-shirt company that had a girl wearing a t-shirt that read “Tom is not my friend”. This is brilliant advertising. Directly challenging Myspace with creative focused to that one placement on Facebook is brilliant. I clicked on the link to see what it was for (only then did I find out it was for a t-shirt maker)
I’ve been using facebook for about a day, but even after about the first hour it was crystal clear how much better it was than Myspace.
Using facebook I’m fascinated by looking through random people’s pages and seeing how closely I’m connected to them. The new game will be called “Six degrees of Brad Knueven”. Even looking at friends to see who we know in common is fascinating. A girl a work with who went to UGA knows three of my friends from Buckhead Church that I had no idea about.
Everyone together now……… “It’s a small world after all……”
Today I joined Facebook.
This could be bad… This could be very bad…
The Beard
I’ve always planned to shave off the beard when Spring comes…. That’s not real specific. Now I have a plan.
In a move of solidarity with the Atlanta Thrashers, I now desingate the beard to be a Playoff Beard. This follows the long held and highly regarded tradition of hockey players growing beards during the playoffs, and not shaving until their team is eliminated. I will keep the beard until the Thrashers are eliminated from contention for Lord Stanley’s Cup.
Befuddled in Brookhaven
I have a hole, or at least the beginnings of a hole, in almost every single pair of pants that I own. Every single one of them is in the exact same place, back left pocket above my wallet. I thought it was because of my wallet, but every one of them is made from the outside in.
For the life of me, I have no idea how and why these holes keep appearing. Even some of my dress pants have the beginnings of them! So, I’m obviously sitting somewhere with something sharp very often. It’s not my chair at work… nothing at Dave’s house…. I think I’ve narrowed it down to a driver’s seat hinge in my car…. but I’m not positive about that one…. But to be so profound in all of my pants it has to be something that I do all the time….. Stumper….
Marketing You Can’t Buy
I recently had an experience at Chick-fil-a that I feel the need to pass on. Below is an email I sent them -
Today I walked in to you store on the corner of Peachtree and Collier Rd and no one else was in line to order, but a number of people came in shortly after. I ordered a #1 combo deluxe, and the sandwich took a *lot* longer than normal to be ready. Others who had come in after I did had already left with their food and I’m thinking how hard is it to throw lettuce and tomatoes on a sandwich? Eventually it came, and I didn’t think about it anymore.
On my way out, I went back for the obligatory drink re-fill. As the guy handed my drink back, he remembered who I was and apologized for the sandwich delay earlier and said something like he hoped I’d still come back again. Keep in mind this wasn’t the guy who took my order, he wasn’t a manager, and he wasn’t even the guy who eventually handed me my food. He was just one of the guys who helped get the orders together and ferry them to the counter. He saw earlier that I had to wait a little too long and took it upon himself to make amends. I was floored.
I’m a die hard Chick-fil-a fan and you are in no jeopardy of loosing my business, but his few words might have made the difference for someone else to come back to that store. Even for me it made the difference between just thinking Chick-fil-a was a little off their game today to wanting to take the time to write this long email about how impressed I was. It makes me also want to tell others about my experience, and how they went the extra mile. This guy took a potentially bad situation and made me think even more of Chick-fil-a than I already did. From my marketing perspective, this is advertising you can’t buy, and worth more than anything you could buy.
This is exactly why Chick-fil-a is the only fast food restaurant I visit on a regular basis. That, and they make a pretty good chicken sandwich =)
Elevators
All elevators should have sensors on them to prevent people from getting on at one floor and off at the very next one. Now I know there are some instances where this could be ok…. The UPS man…. someone who is in a wheelchair/ handicaped… but for the rest of society, if a person gets on the elevator and presses the button for the next floor that little speaker in each elevator should play this recording -
“Walk your fat ass up the stairs!”
Because honestly, that’s what the rest of us are thinking.
(Full disclosure: I’m on the 7th of 17 floors, and I have walked it before)
82 Degrees
No, it’s not a new boy band…. it’s the temperature at which my grandparents keep their house. The weather has been gorgeous the last few days, so I spent a lot of time outside, but last night was rough. I opened both windows in my room, but it didn’t do much.
I went and picked up dinner for everyone on Saturday night at the Dairy Burger a couple miles from my grandparents house. There were some locals in there….Three guys who looked like they were in high school just hanging out hitting on their female friends behind the counter. Two of the guys looked RED-neck. I’m not talking country… I’m saying these guys made Larry The Cable Guy look high class. The third didn’t say much, but he looked to be a little more together than the other two. After he graduates high school, I hope he’s able to get out of town.
My grandparents live in Reb Boiling Springs, Tennessee. There were never any railroads or highways that came through the area, so the whole place never grew up much. The lanscape is stunning, but I also mentally tie it into the poverty and lack of opportunity that the area also has an abundance of. That being said, there’s not a whole lot to do up there. In fact if I ever got cancer, I’d more up there – because everyday seems like an eternity!
I wanted to hear some stories from my grandfather about things that have happened to him over his life, but he wasn’t feeling well enough for that. He did show me his war book. He had a ten month tour in WWII where he earned a purple heart. I was only able to flip through the book, but it was fascinating.
I think I saw a prostitue at publix tonight. Not that I’m familiar with their fashions…. but this strange looking woman was driving a red mercedes convertable, wearing some sort of spandex animal print pants, high heels, with more makeup than that chick from Drew Carey… and she was real friendly with all the bag boys… and they all seemed to know her….. Maybe I shouldn’t make assumptions, but it sure seemed odd…..
Tennessee
My grandparents live in rural Tennessee, and my grandfather isn’t doing so hot these days….
Funny how many things we busy ourselves with in life, but when it comes down to it, none of them are really that important.
Gone to Tennessee…
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