Grande Mochas and Turning PR Lemons into Lemonade
Hi ho, MMMLOGerinos!
The Leo horoscope advises I should be self protective and pamper myself today. I'm all about that, so took myself to Tully's for a grande mocha extra hot, extra chocolate with real caffeine (I drink decaf at home.) I never order the whipped cream, waiting for the barista to ask if I want it. I act like that's an unusual idea and nod. When the barista asked if I'd also wanted a muffin or cookie I assured him that I preferred to get my 800 fat grams from the whipped cream and double chocolate. Some guy with a clipboard, who was selectively approaching customers, had thrown his jacket on the chair at my favorite table, so I couldn't enjoy my liquid hot fudge sundae in the coffee shop. Brought the mocha home and sucked it down like I was dying of thirst. Now that's what I call pampering myself! Guess I should have gotten to Tully's earlier in order to "protect" my table.
PR Lemons into Lemonade
Okay, it could be the caffeine surging through my system, but I didn't completely believe Oprah's interview with author James Frey, the author of the "disputed" fake drug memoirs. I watched Oprah's reactions to the answers the appropriately wide-eyed author gave in his confessional response to her "probing" questions. I was reminded that she's a fine actress, especially when the camera came in close for her almost tearful sensitively outraged reactions. Could she and the author be proving that old PR adage--even bad publicity is good, maybe even best, as this type of hoopla always seems to sell more books.
Naw, I'm not cynical, just appreciating great public relations situation management that creates such good theatre.
Ciao, ciao, MMMMMMMMMMMMmelinda
The Leo horoscope advises I should be self protective and pamper myself today. I'm all about that, so took myself to Tully's for a grande mocha extra hot, extra chocolate with real caffeine (I drink decaf at home.) I never order the whipped cream, waiting for the barista to ask if I want it. I act like that's an unusual idea and nod. When the barista asked if I'd also wanted a muffin or cookie I assured him that I preferred to get my 800 fat grams from the whipped cream and double chocolate. Some guy with a clipboard, who was selectively approaching customers, had thrown his jacket on the chair at my favorite table, so I couldn't enjoy my liquid hot fudge sundae in the coffee shop. Brought the mocha home and sucked it down like I was dying of thirst. Now that's what I call pampering myself! Guess I should have gotten to Tully's earlier in order to "protect" my table.
PR Lemons into Lemonade
Okay, it could be the caffeine surging through my system, but I didn't completely believe Oprah's interview with author James Frey, the author of the "disputed" fake drug memoirs. I watched Oprah's reactions to the answers the appropriately wide-eyed author gave in his confessional response to her "probing" questions. I was reminded that she's a fine actress, especially when the camera came in close for her almost tearful sensitively outraged reactions. Could she and the author be proving that old PR adage--even bad publicity is good, maybe even best, as this type of hoopla always seems to sell more books.
Naw, I'm not cynical, just appreciating great public relations situation management that creates such good theatre.
Ciao, ciao, MMMMMMMMMMMMmelinda













