Long-time self-proclaimed web guru, PR flack and failed architect. Former professor.
Manager of corporate communications for Amway. Occasional freelancer. Laughable gardener.
Proud husband and father of two girls that will cost me my life savings and send me to a pauper's grave if the ticking time bomb inside my brain doesn't kill me first.
Beer and bourbon drinker. Soccer buff. Defender of all things Cleveland.
Has launch codes. $1B OBO.
At long last, I drag my spouse kicking and screaming into the blogosphere. And she likes it that way.
Laptop Confessions is a blog for the guilty conscience in us all. The first post is all trash talk and it gets tawdier from there. I'd tell you more, but it's late and she's dimming the lights...| 5:20 a.m. | Wake up, head for gym. |
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| 5:21 a.m. | Wife regrets to inform that she feels sick. |
| 5:22 a.m. | Scratch gym. |
| 7:13 a.m. | Change toddler's diaper while just-turned-5-today older sister of said toddler refuses to rise. |
| 8:24 a.m. | Drop off precocious birthday girl and 24 pink frosting cupcakes to kindergarden class. |
| 9:00 a.m. | Coffee. |
| 9:01 a.m. | Conference call with PR agency to streamline media monitoring. And there was much rejoicing. |
| 10:55 a.m. | Caravan troops to West Michigan PRSA luncheon at the University Club in downtown Grand Rapids. |
| 11:27 a.m. | Network with fellow flacks, including Erin Russ, former TV anchor-turned-budding PR pro. |
| 11:37 a.m. | Assemble burrito and salad from otherwise unconventional buffet line. |
| 11:42 a.m. | Listen to local social media maven Laura Bergells tell us we already knew everything she had to say. Quotable tweets throughout her keynote. Make that "tweetable." |
| 11:59 a.m. | Observe varied body language and facial expressions throughout the crowd of entry-levels and senior execs furiously scribbling and texting, chomping every bit of jargon, mystified and demystified all the same. |
| 12:36 p.m. | Ask the good Ms. Bergelis about the relevance of homepages and emergence of microblogging and sidewikis. Not entirely sold on her answers but satisfied enough to want her business card. |
| 12:40 p.m. | The good Ms. Bergelis asks me about FriendFeed, to which I respond "Facebook bought it to kill it." |
| 12:44 p.m. | Thumb three new events into my BlackBerry I need to show my mug in as many weeks, sadly realizing how little I network in person anymore. |
| 1:11 p.m. | Make friends with Ms. Bergelis. |
| 1:20 p.m. | Huff it back to headquarters. |
| 1:47 p.m. | Marvel at the number of meeting invites, emails and Facebook updates that have metastasized my mailbox since lunch. |
| 1:56 p.m. | Coffee. |
| 2:30 p.m. | Meet with social media team to disc |
| 2:30 p.m. | Meet with core team for news update. |
| 2:42 p.m. | Pretend I didn't just see what I saw on live TV about a kid trapped in a balloon, suddenly thinking about my own kids. |
| 2:59 p.m. | Plod ahead. |
| 3:11 p.m. | Try not to get further distracted by the fact that some kid from Colorado didn't just fall from 10,000 feet up. |
| 3:45 p.m. | Fight with frozen screens and drained batteries at the worst possible time. |
| 3:50 p.m. | See footage of the landed balloon. |
| 3:51 p.m. | Refocus. |
| 4:28 p.m. | Wrap with core team and wait for lasagna from Vitale's. |
| 4:43 p.m. | Prep with night team while throwing my laptop across the room. |
| 4:49 p.m. | Sneak in a Gobbledygook award entry. |
| 4:52 p.m. | Call the wife to keep dinner in the fridge. |
| 4:57 p.m. | Set up time with one of my favorite employees. |
| 5:00 p.m. | Glue self to the TiVos. |
| 5:12 p.m. | "He's alive. He was hiding in the garage!" |
| 5:27 p.m. | Lasagna. |
| 5:30 p.m. | Wait for local news to unfold. |
| 5:40 p.m. | Am reminded that today is Thursday, not Wednesday, making tomorrow Friday. |
| 6:12 p.m. | Crack up at the #balloonboy hash tags. |
| 6:31 p.m. | Wait for local news to unfold. |
| 6:44 p.m. | Wrap up. |
| 7:07 p.m. | Go home. |
| 7:39 p.m. | Hug and tickle my girls until they can't breathe. |
| 7:42 p.m. | Apologize to my Mac for leaving it home today. |
| 8:02 p.m. | Endure the nightly bedtime ritual torture. |
| 8:29 p.m. | Hot cocoa and a pink cupcake. Add two miles to my next run. |
| 8:56 p.m. | Make a $100 million offer for W. 117th Street in Cleveland on Monopoly City Streets. Toss in two streets to boot. |
| 9:11 p.m. | Watch "The Office." |
| 9:36 p.m. | Catch up on catching up. |
| 10:00 p.m. | Record the local news against my wife's will. |
| 10:07 p.m. | Ping the core team for updates. |
| 10:23 p.m. | Make new connections on all social networks. Because at 10:23 p.m. on a Thursday evening, that's what I do. |
| 11:00 p.m. | Start this blog post. |
| 11:17 p.m. | Hush at least one child. |
| 11:52 p.m. | Bounce off the walls with the late night core crew. |
| 11:59 p.m. | Blog up. |
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About that new football I just bought.
Tossed it around with my nephew earlier today. He could barely hold it, being a small fry. Then again, I'm no Namath.
He looked pretty darned good with that ball. Needs to work on his spiral. Not afraid to catch.
Just needs to build his confidence. Like I did at that age.
I let him keep the ball.
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