Yeah, it’s been a bit since I’ve sat back and written a piece for my blog. I certainly hope you’ve missed me! But something tells me you haven’t.
As Shakespeare, or someone like that once said, “you’ll miss me when I’m gone.”
Over the past few weeks I’ve developed something that has been causing a great deal of pain in my fingers and toes. Painful enough to keep me from banging away on my keyboard, but not painful enough to prohibit me from holding a martini glass.
But someone, well actually a dead cat, posted something on my Facebook wall the other day that piqued my curiosity enough to write about.
“We want a podcast! We want a podcast!”
Um, yeah… right. A podcast about what, I asked.
“Scott being Scott is worth a listen!”
Now I can’t really imagine anyone wanting to listen to me ramble on about what it’s like to be me, but I have been mulling over the possibility of doing it. Saints be dammed, I have no clue what to do with the thing once I record my dulcet tones, I’ll leave that to someone else to figure out. I would think the most important piece of the puzzle would be subject matter.
I’m sure I can ramble on about eCommerce, but who’s going to listen? I tend to tune myself out on that subject any more, there’s far too many other people pontificating about making money online selling everything but their mother’s eyeballs.
I could talk about cruising, something I love to do, whether it be at a bar or on a ship.
I love to give relationship advice, but I don’t know how many times I could say “dump him” or “dump her” before people will get sick of listening to me.
Then there’s the subject of swimming pools and hot tubs… both are places you won’t find me and the reasons for that would certainly be worth listening to.
Of course, there’s just the strange things that tend to happen to me on a daily basis that would make my mother blush and my father wonder why that damn condom had to break.
So to the dead cat, aka Jason Longo (who just so happened to be the first person I ever hired to work for one of my companies and is still, remarkably, gainfully employed by the successor), I’m throwing this challenge back at you.
But unlike the worst thing to hit Facebook since Bitstrips, you won’t have to dump a bucket of ice water over your head and look like a moron in front of your friends and family, all you have to do is come up with a list of 5 questions you want me to answer.
They can be about anything. Sex. Drugs. Rock and Roll. Meatballs. Prince Alberts. Whatever. Just don’t give me anything lame! You want this to be interesting, make it interesting!
My faithful readers can help as well, but you don’t have to get so creative with your questions. Just submit them using the form all the way over on the right hand side of the page and when I become motivated enough and actually figure out how to do one of these podcast things, I’ll answer as many questions as I can in a short enough not to be boring format.
Of course, my ultimate wish is that nobody submits a damn thing and I can get back to martini drinking and (rich widow) cougar hunting.