March 4th Week
Hello again and welcome to my weekly or (sort of) ‘whenever I can write my’ blog.
This weeks the over-hyped presentation by my ‘PAL 1’ and ‘PAL 2’ group to the Management of the bank was a little . . .er . . . chaotic. I was hoping that this day would come and pass by without much ado, but by the time the program was set to begin, I was ready to pass out sleeping pills, specially to the CEO of our bank. Seeing him snoring away through the program would have put some smile on a few peoples lips.
I know it is not exactly easy to figure out the timing. It is always a little tricky to figure out how long a new presentation will run, especially if you are doing it for the first time. In the end, the group managed to do a fairly good job, and the night ended with me sleeping, I guess, on one side, all throughout the night. I got up with a sore arm., but that was perhaps, worth all the excitement.
But no time to dwell. This month is getting crazier as the days appear to pass by. The latest program, PAL 5 is set to make its debut in the first week of next month, and these days, it is testing, interviewing and recruiting, and all in the excruciating speed faster than light. Well, sort of, anyway. Or anyways. I am sure that anyways is incorrect, but I seem to overhear so many young people using it, and considering my age, and the need to feel young again, I have made it my habit to use anyways. Kind of, makes me a slimy part of their class.
Yesterday, Khaleej Times interviewed the three remaining members of the ailing ILSD, the society we so painstakingly managed to keep limping through for the better part of last year. We hope that the interview, that is scheduled to hit the press next Monday or Tuesday will rejuvenate and revamp and revivify (hee hee I got this from the thesaurus) our great daring venture, The International Literary Society of Dubai. So, patrons, keep your eyes and ears open, and get your copies of City Times, next week. Or visit www.theilsd.com if you are bakheel (stingy) enough not to dole out a couple of dirhams and get your very special copy.
My friends tell me that I am happy to stay aloof and keep away from the blazing companies of friends and well wishers. I guess invisibility is a pretty good shield against loonies. Another friend mentioned that when Michael Jackson sang "I am Bad" he was singing about himself. We should have wised up about his way of life then. It is always easy to be wise after the event.
I have the ‘Hatta Pictures’ posted on www.geocities.com/docmccurdy/hatta/hatta.html If you have the time then you can see for yourself what are PAL program is all about. Fun, Fun and more….fun.
An Arabic custom.
If coffee is offered in small containers called ‘finjaan’, then when finished it is offered to the person pouring it with the polite shokran (thank you), it will prompt him to fill the container again and offer it to you. If you have had enough, then you need to twist and shake the container sideways two to three times, and that will mean that you have had enough.
I think this week my blog has been quite boring. So, I will end it with a blond joke (Oh No)
Three women go down to Mexico one night, get drunk, and wake up in jail, only to find that they are to be executed in the morning, though none of them can remember what they did the night before. The first one, a redhead, is strapped in the electric chair, and is asked if she has any last words. She says, "I am from Grace University, and believe in the almighty power of God to intervene on the behalf of the innocent," They throw the switch and nothing happens. They all immediately prostrate themselves; beg for her forgiveness, and release her. The second one, a brunette, is strapped in and gives her last words, "I am from the Creighton School ! of Law and I believe in the power of justice to intervene on the part of the innocent." They throw the switch and again, nothing happens. Again, they all immediately prostrate themselves; beg for her forgiveness, and release her. The last one, a blonde, is strapped in and says, "Well, I'm from the University Michigan and graduated with a degree in Electrical Engineering, and I'll tell you right now, you ain't gonna electrocute nobody if you don't plug this thing in."
Well, until next time, it is goodbye from him and goodbye from me.
Take care and look after yourselves. I have very few people who frequent my pages, so I need you all to be in excellent health to help me in this little quest that might end up with all the paparazzi’s chasing me all over the town.
Bye for now.
This weeks the over-hyped presentation by my ‘PAL 1’ and ‘PAL 2’ group to the Management of the bank was a little . . .er . . . chaotic. I was hoping that this day would come and pass by without much ado, but by the time the program was set to begin, I was ready to pass out sleeping pills, specially to the CEO of our bank. Seeing him snoring away through the program would have put some smile on a few peoples lips.
I know it is not exactly easy to figure out the timing. It is always a little tricky to figure out how long a new presentation will run, especially if you are doing it for the first time. In the end, the group managed to do a fairly good job, and the night ended with me sleeping, I guess, on one side, all throughout the night. I got up with a sore arm., but that was perhaps, worth all the excitement.
But no time to dwell. This month is getting crazier as the days appear to pass by. The latest program, PAL 5 is set to make its debut in the first week of next month, and these days, it is testing, interviewing and recruiting, and all in the excruciating speed faster than light. Well, sort of, anyway. Or anyways. I am sure that anyways is incorrect, but I seem to overhear so many young people using it, and considering my age, and the need to feel young again, I have made it my habit to use anyways. Kind of, makes me a slimy part of their class.
Yesterday, Khaleej Times interviewed the three remaining members of the ailing ILSD, the society we so painstakingly managed to keep limping through for the better part of last year. We hope that the interview, that is scheduled to hit the press next Monday or Tuesday will rejuvenate and revamp and revivify (hee hee I got this from the thesaurus) our great daring venture, The International Literary Society of Dubai. So, patrons, keep your eyes and ears open, and get your copies of City Times, next week. Or visit www.theilsd.com if you are bakheel (stingy) enough not to dole out a couple of dirhams and get your very special copy.
My friends tell me that I am happy to stay aloof and keep away from the blazing companies of friends and well wishers. I guess invisibility is a pretty good shield against loonies. Another friend mentioned that when Michael Jackson sang "I am Bad" he was singing about himself. We should have wised up about his way of life then. It is always easy to be wise after the event.
I have the ‘Hatta Pictures’ posted on www.geocities.com/docmccurdy/hatta/hatta.html If you have the time then you can see for yourself what are PAL program is all about. Fun, Fun and more….fun.
An Arabic custom.
If coffee is offered in small containers called ‘finjaan’, then when finished it is offered to the person pouring it with the polite shokran (thank you), it will prompt him to fill the container again and offer it to you. If you have had enough, then you need to twist and shake the container sideways two to three times, and that will mean that you have had enough.
I think this week my blog has been quite boring. So, I will end it with a blond joke (Oh No)
Three women go down to Mexico one night, get drunk, and wake up in jail, only to find that they are to be executed in the morning, though none of them can remember what they did the night before. The first one, a redhead, is strapped in the electric chair, and is asked if she has any last words. She says, "I am from Grace University, and believe in the almighty power of God to intervene on the behalf of the innocent," They throw the switch and nothing happens. They all immediately prostrate themselves; beg for her forgiveness, and release her. The second one, a brunette, is strapped in and gives her last words, "I am from the Creighton School ! of Law and I believe in the power of justice to intervene on the part of the innocent." They throw the switch and again, nothing happens. Again, they all immediately prostrate themselves; beg for her forgiveness, and release her. The last one, a blonde, is strapped in and says, "Well, I'm from the University Michigan and graduated with a degree in Electrical Engineering, and I'll tell you right now, you ain't gonna electrocute nobody if you don't plug this thing in."
Well, until next time, it is goodbye from him and goodbye from me.
Take care and look after yourselves. I have very few people who frequent my pages, so I need you all to be in excellent health to help me in this little quest that might end up with all the paparazzi’s chasing me all over the town.
Bye for now.
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