Two things that could ruin my wedding

From what I have observed in myself over the course of me proposing to my girlfriend to now, there are two potentially devastating things about me that could turn my wedding, which is a mere three months away, into one gigantic clusterfuck.

Let me explain: preparing for a wedding isn’t exactly cheap–to put things into perspective, let’s just say that in the last couple of months, I have spent half of what I earn annually booking some of the suppliers I need for my wedding.

All of this would’ve been fine If I was doing really well for myself. Well I could probably say that I sort of am but then again, let’s not forget that I am also paying for the house I bought early last year.

Add the fact that the actual preparations are taxing both mentally and emotionally into the mix and you’ve got yourself the perfect formula for an obese, manic-depressive train wreck waiting to happen. So stay the fuck clear.

Anyway, to cope with all the financial and emotional stress that are weighing heavily down on me, I’ve stepped up to take in more work and made it a point to drink myself into a coma every chance I get.

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Your phone numbers, a warning

Friends, I might be suffering from a medical condition similar to sleepwalking but far more embarrassing and awkward the morning after and deals significantly more damage to the sufferer’s dignity.

Simply put, upon reaching a certain level of drunkenness, I whip out my phone and send SMS to almost EVERYONE on my phone book. Worse, upon reaching an even higher level of inebriation, I end up whipping out my laptop to send messages to random friends on Facebook.

Most of the time, this isn’t a problem as the people I end up sending SMS’s and Facebook messages to are close friends who know me as someone who likes to dick around a lot when I’m drunk and simply scratch their heads and brush my messages off.

It sometimes becomes a problem because of the fact that, creepy as I am, I have managed to amass a contact list of over 500 phone numbers—if we met in a conference 3 years ago and you handed me a business card, chances are that I still have your number. I have the numbers of people from high school I haven’t spoken to since. Worse, I have really old phone numbers of people I don’t even remember meeting (mostly girls—whose listings on my phone only appear as first names).

And, like you probably have already guessed, I sometimes end up sending messages to these people too. Again, to be clear, the messages I send are mostly silly stuff like “yo” or “sup”, but sometimes I get slightly creepy and send out that occasional “what are you doing? I’m at home, wanna drop by for a drink?” There should be no issues with this if the recipient is a friend I speak to regularly; but, if it’s like a CMO of a company I met on a business dinner back in 2006, not so much.

Anyway, I was knocking back a few bottles at home by myself early this week. To cut the story short, the next morning, upon checking the sent items on my phone and my facebook account, I was greeted with two interesting message logs that both read like a lost season of Grey’s anatomy—both were a tale of a complicated romantic web replete with dialogues on the indignity of a struggling relationship.

The kicker—both SMS and Facebook exchanges were between myself and men.

The moral of this story: Do not, ever, trust me with your phone number. Doing so will only result in a clusterfuck of shame and awkwardness for everyone involved.

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What about the Real Time Web?

This could be an open door for the content business. For instance, currently aggregators have to get their news the old fashioned way, through RSS feeds and news alerts that they retrieve throughout the day. That is not realtime news.  Using The Associated Press as an example, AP could post their stories to a HUB. In realtime, the HUB can update member websites so that they will always have information first, before any aggregator.   It may not take long for aggregators to recognize the new data on the member sites, but they won’t have it first.

The Internet is about to change

I never got everyone's obsession with being the "first" to receive news. With the current incarnations of the real time web only being able to provide raw, barely digestible, incoherent information at best; it's almost always better to wait for a credible news agency to aggregate and process everything into something more palatable and useful before being consumed.

Posted via email from Mike Villar: Rising Internet Star – Lite

King Cobra-la la la la la!

I don’t know if this is normal, but I’ve reached a point in my life where watching cable TV ranks about as low as “carpentry” and “foreplay” as far as the list of things I enjoy would go.

The detestation I feel towards watching cable TV, I think, has something to do with the fact that there’s just far too much noise–too many ads and being a professional marketer who spends a great deal of his billable hours creating and optimizing such ads, I want to stay away as far as possible from them when I’m trying to relax.

When I do watch cable TV, I only watch National Geographic, and only when I’m too lazy to whip out my laptop to watch full seasons of some of the shows I follow in it.

Anyway, I was watching a National Geographic special on king cobras earlier and was, surprisingly, hooked and fascinated by the entire thing.

The thing that totally blew me out of the water was the King Cobra’s mating ritual. Intercourse, for this particular specie of snake almost looks like a graceful, beautiful and almost lyrical dance. It was seriously so beautiful, that during the 15-minute clip showing the ritual, I needed to stop to masturbate and cry thrice.

[I am actually stopping to masturbate and cry right now. I need a minute]

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Injun fud

Last weekend, I went out and took my team of 5 out to lunch because, apparently, unbeknown to me, good managers are supposed to take some time out of the office with their directs once in a while to bond. Or in my case, be all awkward around each other and shit because in the back of your mind, you know that your directs have been reading your blog ever since you came on board the company and most of them think you’re mentally too unstable to be in charge of a business unit. And to be allowed near let alone operate any form of electronic equipment.

Let’s move along.

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