Not in a crazed criminal kind of way, however. And based on the readership of this particular endeavor, it won't in the blogging world either. Frankly, I have no idea how to accomplish this "famous" thing but something has to click.
Looking at my life to date, I'm finding it difficult to believe I'll be famous for anything of a serious nature. On the other hand, I'm not a Guinness Book of Records type person either. Maybe radio talk show host - that would be good. Or now that Richard Roeper is leaving that movie review program maybe I could take his place. That would be great - fame and all the movies I could ever want to see! Maybe I could finally meet Shannen Doherty! She's my favorite.
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The road to fame is attained through relationships. I think you need to take advantage of the old six degrees of separation theory and begin to network your way to the airwaves.
In my present company, I am amazed at all the connections and patronage. There's more incestuous relationships here than in southern Mississippi. For example, I am in the midst of establishing succession plans for one of my management leads. After reviewing a list of candidates with my team, I was shocked to learn that our top four choices had to be eliminated because each one of them had a spouse, sister, son-in-law, former spouse, etc. which would create a conflict of interest. Never have I run into this situation since dating and close relationships have been frowned upon at every other institution in America, but somehow missed my lonely hidden organization. In fact, I'm convinced that I just saw a pterodactyl just fly by. Guess that makes me famous!
I'd really like to meet that Kinzel guy!
I'd like to meet that Shannon Doherty girl!
I'd like to meet that Justine Bateman! Wait - she's my sister. Oh well, what the heck, incest is best!
I'd like to meet Justine Bateman!
I've met her. I don't know what all of this excitement is about.
So is there anything else that you haven't told me?!?!?
I knew Jack Kennedy too and you're no Jack Kennedy!
Anyone ever tell you that you look like Ted Kennedy?
You know Ted, you kind of look like me!
By George, you can't tell by looking at him, but you look like my Dad.
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