I think I understand tada's logic.  I was just over at a friend's, she was called into work and needed someone to sit with her little one....our kid's play together.  Side note, I married a woman 13 years my junior and we have a 3 yr old, my little guy plays with Kim's little guy.  I took over the book I'm reading, John Irving's "A Prayer For Owen Meany".   I'd bought it years ago, read a few pages and said....pfffffffffffft, not for me.  I picked it back up after finishing Puzo's The Godfather and needing another book...its actually amazing, I don't know why I dismissed it so casually before.

The thrust of Iriving's book, which was made into the movie Simon Birch, is that God has a reason for doing everything....Owen Meany is a little person who, at the age of 11 while playing little league baseball, actually hits a screaming line drive.  The only problem is the ball is foul, down the third base line....and it strikes the mother of his best friend in the temple, killing her instantly...Owen Meany always drew walks, he was ordered never to swing, but on this occassion the team was losing so badly and it was the bottom of the last inning, so he was being exhorted to swing away, to give it a ride.  He started swinging before the ball left the pitchers hand the author says, and was out in front of the ball...but I digress.

Does this mean that I think there's some divine purpose in play here, that the company pooched the presentation by some form of Godly intervention?  Nah....my faith isn't that strong.  But sometimes things do happen for a reason.  DM certainly isn't God, nor is anyone else with this company or any other.  But maybe there was a reason they didn't dot the I's and cross the T's.....I'm assuming the slide presentation available on-line is the same one that was used at the conference. Simple incompetence?  Possible I suppose, but my Spidey Sense says otherwise.  

Why do a half a.....ooops, almost did it again, a half "donkeyed" job on the Power Point?  If the company was wanting, needing, expecting to make a big splash at B&B....then this was imo a good way to ensure it failed.  

While I'm in stream of conciousness mode I'll share a little story about my late great father.  

Years ago when he was working on Wall Street he was made an honorary member of something called "The Ancient and Honored Order of Turtles", an Australian fraternal society  As with many things Aussie it was warped, they weren't like the Elks or KOC or anything like that...it was simply an excuse to go out drinking.  Inclusion in the order was based on the assumption that all members owned a donkey.  

My father had a membership card, it was in the tuck box on his dresser.  As young boys are wont to do, one day I was rifling through the "treasures" in his tuck box....unmatched cuff links, assorted old coins, some stamps etc...and I came across this member ship card.  The card explained that every member was assumed to own a donkey, and that any member...if ever asked:  "Are you a Turtle"?  The required response was:  "You bet your sweet *** I am"!

This was gold, my father was not one to swear....not around us kids certainly.  I quickly ran up to my Dad sitting in the kitchen and asked him in a loud voice:  "ARE YOU A TURTLE"?  Instead of the expected response I was cuffed and admonished with:  "Stay outta my tuck box, I've told you a thousand times to stay outta my dresser and my things". 

Needless to say that wasn't the answer I was expecting or hoping for.  Years later of course I found out my Dad could swear, maybe not with the best of them, but he wasn't shy about dropping an F bomb....on the baseball diamond or basketball court, just not around women or kids.  

Today I think at least a few of us didn't get what we were expecting or hoping for....but maybe at some future, and hopefully not too distant point, we will.