shut the fuck up, donny

it's time for another excerpt from my new york times bestseller, reger's weird dreams and his extremely poor psychoanalysis of said dreams

so i'm in a meeting with my design team. today is the day that we present to the CEO and he decides which team gets the contract to pursue their design option.

we aren't finished.

chuck is yelling at me to finish up the coding so we can switch it on. i tell him there is no time, we have to go with an unfinished project.

we look across the office and see the other design team taking off for the elevators. the six of us on my team race for the lifts, too. we all get there at the same time. we cram 12 peopl in the elevator and notice that we are at max capacity. tensions are running high as we take the 100 flights to the CEO's office at the top.

once there we all sit down and he looks at both teams, "why don't you go first."

chuck starts talking about how great our system is and how we've managed to do some amazing things with the technology available. at that moment, i finish the coding, execute the program and turn invisible (well, i don't turn invisible, it's more of a shower curtain that you wear around you makes you disappear from the view of anyone around pretty cool, huh?).

a collective gasp goes out from the crowd. the CEO is beaming. i know we are going to get the contract. we're going to be loaded.

then the hammer falls. "they are going to market it to teenagers to hide kegs from the cops at parties," came the death blow from the other team. i stuck my head out of the curtain. i was a floating head that was full of rage. "what the fuck?!?"

the CEO looks at us and frowns. "we can't be having that type of marketing around here. that's bad for business. the other team gets the contract."

now i'm in the parking garage following the CEO to his car. i'm being very, very sneaky. the parking garage is very large. we've been walking for about 6 hours, and he still hasn't gotten to this car. there have been a couple close calls with the parking garage gangs, but i managed to hide from them under a miata and in the bed of a truck. the boss man is finally about to get into his car and i stop him.

"we aren't going to market to the teenagers, sir. we want to sell to the military. i think they would get a big kick out of this"
"really? cuz i was confused back there"
"understandable sir. but that was the other design team being petty and vile"
"i see. because back there you saw my red personality. it's very gulliable and only wants to please others. right now, i'm in my blue personality. it's a very smart one. i see how you have a working project and the other team does not. my blue vision can also tell your project will make us rich. you get the billion dollar contract."
"thank you sir"
"you should come out later. my green personality is going to show up. he's quite the partyer. i think he's irish"
"i just may do that sir."

then i take off and fly away like neo.
trippy, huh?

the wedding was fun on saturday. free beer at the reception. mich golden light is smooth over everything.
i ate a lot this weekend. my dad's mom is one of those grandma's that forces you to eat. a lot. we weren't there 10 minutes on friday before she was taking stuff out of the fridge and telling us to eat up.
"i got ham, turkey, potato salad, pasta salad, cucumbers, donuts, muffins, i can cook up some hamburger, hot dogs, if you want. what do you want? i have ham, turkey, hot dogs, hamburgers, muffins, potato salad."
it's good times, let me tell you.
fished again yesterday. 20" walleye. outfished the old man again. he only had a 17. i'm batting a perfect 1.000 for getting bigger fish than the dad.
oh yeah.