I used to write a column on the PIC Yahoo message board. Began June 21, 2001. So I was blogging before blogging was cool. And it was my second year anniversary. And I came up with "Dear Ngudu." The faithful bored honoured my post with 12 recommendations. Even tho I stole the idea from "About Schmidt." Anyway, submitted for your approval and perusal:
Dear Ngudu, I am your new foster parent. My name is Charlie Catfish, but my friends call me v.c. I live here on golden pond with kitty, my wife, and my two kids, Charlie Jr. and Katlin.
I currently toil for a medium-sized corporate entity that goes by the name of Piccadilly Cafeteria. I'm sure there are no cafeterias in your native land of Tanzania. Do you have a McDonalds there? Or a Golden Corral?
McDonalds, once called the happy place, is now the sad place because it just reported losses for the first time in its long, but brief history. Once a giant and innovator in the restaurant business, with one on every street corner of the U.S.A., they have fallen victim to burn out by its customers, competition, pricing, slow, inept service, etc. Ray Kroc, the founder, has certainly turned over in his grave a few times lately, much like our beloved founder, THH.
Times are tough in the corporate world;the boon of the 90's is over, Ngudu. And my company, Piccadilly, is struggling as well. We had a major upheaval recently, when our ceo resigned after 20 years with the company. His last words were "embrace change." I'm not sure if you have a computer, or one readily available, but if you can e mail Mr. Archive, aka hootsbuddie, he will direct you to my Yahoo Post entitled "Bedtime Story 2013." And you'll know how I feel about embracing change.
Speaking of the yahoo, Ngudu, tonight I will celebrate my 2nd year anniversary writing for the bored. There will be no fanfare and some people could care less. I won't get into my lack of remuneration;it's a long, tired story. And you and no one else is interested in Charlie the Basa. Ngudu, you may not be familiar with the term basa. How far is Tanzania from Vietnam?
I have enjoyed the bored. It's a way to vent after a long, grueling day. It's also a creative outlet. And many others use it the same way. We just had an interesting post from Chef Etouffee, who recently reentered the fray, after a long absence, but his posts are too infrequent, much like Red, the venerable seniorpicmgr. We are all hoping that the chef will become more engaged and share some more stories from back in the day. The word engaged is a fairly new buzz word in the corporate lingo. Do they use the term in your country? I always thought it meant you were getting married. But times and words change. Much like music. We all survived the disco era, the punk rockers, the big-haired bands < although their coiffs were well groomed >, grunge, and I'm not sure what the style is now. Alternative, maybe? Bob Marley is big these days. Maybe you've heard of him? He shot the sheriff but he didn't shoot the deputy.
To get in the mood to write this letter, Ngudu, I am being inspired by that old classic from Gun 'N Roses aptly entitled "Welcome To The Jungle." VH-1 is weathering a storm created by its top 100 songs of the last 25 years. Jungle didn't make it, but "Sweet Child of Mine" came in at number 3. No Billy Joel or Elton John. Unbelievable. #1 was, of course, "Smells Like Green Bean, er, Teen Spirit."
Well, Ngudu, it's late and tomorrow is Sunday and I have to work. Write soon or e mail Hoots for any archive needs. Farewell and adieu, v.c., your new foster dad.
P.S. Since you are 6 years old, maybe one day you can attend a Rowdy Kids Nite at H.W.
P.S.S. If you have an interesting synchronicity vibe you'd like to share, would love to hear those, too. May the force be with you. imho
Addendum: I misspelled synchronicity in this post but changed it today.
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