Last month, I attended an annual, international symposium. Its theme wasn't important. Not in this blog, anyway. Because the official theme was actually twenty words long. I quickly concocted my own theme, "To stay awake for eight hours straight, three days in a row."
I almost failed.
Because these guys were professional Power Point Troopers. One speaker had only opened a single slide full of bulleted points, and I could almost hear the sound of a few heads hitting their desks. Those were the new guys. A veteran participant sitting next to me was actually sleeping while sitting straight up, as if he just swallowed a coat hanger. And--I'm not kidding--he turned out to be the next speaker.
Later, during a coffee break, I spoke to a Vietnamese speaker. His presentation had some information that I was interested in, yet I had trouble understanding what he said. "Yes," he nodded on my inquiry. "I'm the vader of the organization."
"Excuse me?" I frowned.
"I'm the vahnter," he insisted with a straight face.
It took about three seconds before it finally sank in. "You're the founder?"
"Yes," he nodded vigorously.
I would love to see
Stephen SpielbergGeorge Lucas cast this guy for Star Wars. One of the most memorable scenes would've become legendary.
"Luke," said Darth Vader after trading lightsaber blows. "I'm your founder."This kind of imagination was the only thing that helped me stay awake.
"What?" Skywalker frowned.
Vader snarled, "I'm your bother!"
"Can't agree more," groaned Luke.
One of the crew would've been bound to voice his protest, "
StephenGeorge, why don't you ditch this guy?"
"Don't tell me what to do!" growled
SpielbergLucas. "You're not my father!"