A Modern Parable About Popularity And Stature

A bucket of sawdust, yesterday.

In primary school, the Top Dog of Class was Michael Prizmic. Everyone wanted to be his friend and, against what the pundits predicted, he chose me as his official Best Friend.

One day Michael Prizmic vomited during the teacher’s reading of The Hobbit. Because I was official Best Friend I had to go to the school handyman’s lair and get the bucket of sawdust.

Everyone envied me.

Later I will relate this to the current election campaign at my election blog, Drover's Dog 10.

The Chopper Squad Already Have Too Much On Their Plate

Yesterday at a corporate meeting I was at someone talked about a "helicopter view document" which "helicopters" the other documents.

Surely not. With blades and gravity and shit, helicopters have a hard enough job flying.

Ironically, the meeting was about the corporation's new clear language policy.