I'm On A Beach In Montauk...

Good morning.  Jeffrey Immelt, CEO of GE, called me last night and invited me to his little beach hut at Montauk for a long weekend.  Unlike other little pussy CEOs that are afraid to gas up the corporate jet in these difficult economic times, I called up my pilot, Shane, and told him to get me to Montauk ASAP.

I'm really glad I came.  It's absolutely beautiful here, even with the horrible weather.  I love being able to dictate something on the beach and have thousands of people read it almost immediately.  Go fuck yourselves, losers.  Get a life!  Just kidding!  [Note to Manka Bros. Strategy Group:  Whoever came up with the technology to be able to blog on the beach - I want to hire that person immediately!]

You may all be wondering why Jeffrey Immelt wanted to bring me here (and, no, it wasn't to buy NBC Universal - I told him that was never going to happen - not after that stupid tour guide made fun of me on that tram ride years ago).  He said there was no reason - he just wanted my friendship (with his company's stock sitting at about $11, I'm sure he needs all the friends he can get).

And as long as the massages and martinis keep coming - I'll stay.  I also understand he's a killer Yahtzee player - so I figure I'll teach him a lesson or two later tonight.

[Note to the Manka Bros. Strategy Group:  I'm thinking of buying a yacht here so I need a team of people to work over the weekend to prepare a presentation I may or may not give next week at the Montauk Yachting Club.  It's all old money here (well, what's left after fucking Madoff stole the rest) - so they want a complete history of our studio as well.]

Ha ha ha... Mort Zuckerman just went by on his boat and mooned everyone on the beach!  He is quite the card!

Anyway, I'll need this presentation no later than Sunday evening so I need to see a draft Saturday night.