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little ceo: riskier business
This time Bobby accidentally ruins the economy.

Why do you suppose they named a casino Morongo? (Go, Moron, Go!)

Is it an attempt at subliminal advertising to lure in the lowest class of patrons, “Morons?” They’re suckered into spending their life savings on Wheel of Fortune slots. (Just like the real Wheel of Fortune without all the pesky thinking!)  Maybe they got their name from the word “Morongo”– an old Native American term meaning, “Takes money back from land-stealing white man one loser at a time.” Don’t quote me on that translation, though, my tribal language skills are a little rusty…

Tonight while I spend my last week editing and working ’round the clock, I discovered a gem of a program on TV. KCAL 9 is airing a series of African American Short Films. And I will tell you, I am a fan! The gentleman who wrote, directed, and starred in his own film about slogging through the desert to find water to dip his hair pick in is a certifiable genius. The next best part about the series is that they flash “remaining time 2 minutes” on screen as if to say, be patient, this crap’s almost over. Maybe they could adopt that with other shows that are much harder to watch like Dr. Phil.

My countdown to leaving LA is creeping up. 4 days left at my day job, 7 days left to finish the little ceo sequel, and 15 to move all my crap to storage. I’m heading to dry, mountainous Colorado for a bit where there is certain to be some serious change of pace. Like how ever will I find water for my hair pick…

I’ve never been one to understand song lyrics, but this one I hear very clearly every time. About 3:52 into Coldplay’s “Warning Signs,” I’m pretty sure he’s saying, “I shit my pants… you know”? Not only does it explain why the gentleman in the video is running backwards, but it’s just more proof that Chris Martin can expand the definition of romantic song.