Official Web Page of the Worthless Bastards
Tom Grimes, President Plenipotentiary
Ah. You just had to click that link, didn't you?
From time to time in the Monday Morning Memo I'll mention Tom Grimes and Brett Feinstein, a pair of extraordinary writers with whom I occasionally waste time. Mostly we get together to just wander about aimlessly and not talk about work. If anyone brings a schedule or has an agenda, they're immediately thrown out of the club. We spend a lot of time sitting around tables in interesting cafe's so we usually eat 5 or 6 times a day.
In between we walk through museums and other buildings that look like they have a story to tell. That's pretty much what we do. It's kind of an Algonquin Round Table thing.
Where did we get the name Worthless Bastards?
As I recall, it was late in the day and we had just walked through Ripley's Believe It or Not. (Brett plans to visit all of these worldwide.) We were ordering dessert in another cafe when Brett's cell phone began to ring and he turned it off without looking to see who it was.
“There is no problem so big that it cannot be successfully ignored.”
That's when Tom asked, “Have we done anything today worth mentioning?”
Brett and I looked at each other a moment, then shook our heads.
Tom continued, “Anything worthwhile? Anything at all?”
We paused, then shook our heads again.
Tom raised his water glass, “We are worthless bastards.”
Brett and I raised ours as well. “Worthless bastards.”
Doing nothing… think of it as a palate cleanser
served between courses in the hectic restaurant of Life.
Do you have any idea how few people have continued reading this far down?
It takes most readers about 3 seconds to see that there's nothing on this page
that will help them grow their business, then POOF they're gone.
But you're still here. You won't go away.
I'll bet you read cereal boxes, too.
Look closely at the photo below.
Especially the cheekbones and the areas around the eyes.
I've never been completely sure whether the monkey
looks like my friend J.P. or J.P. looks like the monkey.
Okay, now that we've lost all the people
who have no taste for frivolity,
I'll let you in on a secret.
Wait. Are you tall enough to ride?
You're really committed to finding that Easter Egg, aren't you?