No Help

If you can’t fix it. You don’t have an answer. Does it make any difference that you know the problem?

Reviewing a due-diligence effort, I noticed several questions on the acquirers template that had me wondering what the plan would be if the answer were “YES.” Would the acquisition be cancelled or altered? If so, how? What is it that the buyout firm would do with the information?

Their answer was that the purchase would go through, that the template was standard business practice. The answers to it, indicated problems that may have to be addressed. I then asked what the solutions would be to “several hypothetical wrong answers here.” No one had answers. Meaning, they didn’t have at hand, prompt solutions they could provide. So, they were uncovering problems, that they didn’t have solutions to, and they were asking questions that wouldn’t alter the decision. Aren’t roomfuls of MBAs great?

Hot Or Snot

I’ve noticed a new fad. After seeing this more than three times, in different cities, and presumably from different women, I am ready to announce a new stage of female enlightenment — Hot Snot Has Arrived.

As a youngster we shared a saying that had differing setups but always included ” you think you are hot snot.” This was probably a saccharin form of the ready adult “hot shit.” It served the purpose. Expletive without a smack on the back of the head from wandering adults.

In the heart of America’s Upper Percent, Silicon Valley,. In cities as immigrant rich as Sunnyvale to the Menlo gates, women of a junior age, coedish of form and walk, hawk loogies. Yep, these young, well attired women have finally breached the great divide. They do think they are the ultimate in desire:

They Are Hot Snots

Gone is Gucci. In is loogie.