An entertaining meeting.

Well, part of what I just said is a lie, since the meeting I'm talking about actually made me consider suicide no more than twenty minutes into the meeting, and then went on for another two hours, but as I had to amuse myself somehow I came up with some entertaining things worth mentioning about the meeting. At least I found them amusing. Who knows what you people who actually read this blog think?

Now, I normally don't use people's real names on my blog, but this guy's name is too classic not to mention. Also, since I'm not mentioning anything else about him, probably won't help you if you decide to try to stalk him. Anyway, the meeting was run by a guy named, and I'm dead serious here, Jason Steele. I almost snorted myself inside out when I noticed his name. Yes, his real name is a god damned porno name. Given his facial hair, I did have to wonder if he didn't do some porn consulting on the side or something. Cool guy, but hilarious name.

The only other thing worth mentioning was the accent situation. Anyone who knows me knows that I occasionally bust out with an accent, be it good or awful, and find accents interesting. Well, in this meeting I had an issue: there were so many accents to try to understand all at the same time, that my brain wasn't keeping up. There were no less than three distinct Indian accents, a Manhattan accent, a British accent, a South African accent, and a Russian accent. My brain couldn't process them all at the same time and it was just confusing trying to understand them all.

Anyway that's all that was interesting about the meeting. Now perhaps the contemplation of death makes some sense.