Introducing Service as a Service®.

Introducing Service as a Service.

–NEW YORK, May 23, 2016

Bearpuncher Solutions, LLC, renowned innovative creators of Hypertext Over HTTP and Thursday, have broken the mold all over again with a new service paradigm for the connected world of everything and also things.

Service as a Service® combines the proven demand for service with the modern efficiencies of As A Service. What results is a business model familiar to many.

“Look, I invented Thursday, and if there’s anything I know, it’s that Service as a Service® is way more than just paying an employee to work for you,” was the quote from company CEO Dave Bearpuncher.

Bearpuncher continued, “To start with, you only pay the employees for the hours they’re scheduled to work. And in return, they do work for you, like make the next Facebook. You’d have to be a real [stupid person] to not see the difference.”

Bearpuncher Solutions (NYSE: MAUL) is expected to begin licensing Service as a Service® in Q3.

“This Service as a Service® is gonna be a real game-changer for the DevOpsese and Cloudmen. Everyone is going to service their business using a service-driven service model,” said Jim Bearpuncher, Director of Marketing.

“Other financial people ask me, ‘Jimmy, why would we want to license Service as a Service®? It seems awfully similar to what we’ve been doing.’ And I tell them, I tell them, look at this watch. That’s no Folex, brother.”

Many analysts have raved about the new service model, improving guidance on Bearpuncher Solutions to a Strong Buy. Some are less convinced, however.

“If someone can explain to me in twenty words or less what Bearpuncher Solutions does and how Dave Bearpuncher is a billionaire, I’ll give you a hundred bucks,” an anonymous financial advisor wrote.

“Utter rubbish. They’re trying to copyright the practice of working for money,” said another unnamed source.

Bearpuncher Solutions is confident that they are in the clear here.

“A lot of people have called us bad things in the past,” said Dr. Ronald Bearpuncher, Ph.D., Chief Theoretical Engineer for Bearpuncher Solutions. “But you know what those people don’t have? A professional baseball team, and a 380-foot yacht off the coast of Santorini where I can get drunk and yell at the fish. They’re losers. We will continue to defend all of our IP, including Service as a Service®, and enforce licensing compliance.”

Bearpuncher Solutions ended the day up $5.73 at $376.80 per share.

Sunday, January 9, 2005

Once upon thirteen drugs heady, as I rocked on slow and steady,
To Squarepusher’s title track off the album Ultravisitor
While I tripped out, nearly napping, suddenly I heard a yapping,
As of someone loudly rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“Tis some wigger dude,” I muttered, “Rapping at my chamber door –
Just a wigger, nothing more.”

Well, I really don’t remember but I think it was December,
And each trippy drug cast its own walrus ‘cross the kitchen floor.
Cleverly I tried to steal from my uncle’s stash a meal,
Of pop tarts and potato peels that he purchased from the store.
Oreos and big cheese wheels that he purchased from the store.
Ninety-nine cents at the store.

And when the hungry hungry hippos flicked their golden shiny Zippos,
I was filled with terror that no man had ever felt before.
So that now, to still the beating of my heart I stood repeating
“Tis some wigger dude entreating entrance at my chamber door –
Some bling-blingin’ dude entreating entrance at my chamber door.
Just a wigger, nothing more.”

A conspiracy from outer space. Also, you’re drunk.

I’ve yet to figure out why, or how, this works, but it’s happened enough times over the past few months that I can only assume the worst. By the worst I of course mean that aliens are remotely turning off the hot water when I decide to wash my hair. EVERY SINGLE TIME! What is that? I can be in the shower 5 seconds or half an hour, whenever I say to myself “Why don’t I wash my hair?” I get a reply from a superior lifeform, observing from the Oort Cloud. Observing as my concern turns to irritation which turns into a frenzied melee of lathering, rinsing, and repeating.

Even now, as I write this naked with wet hair (which I’m sure you all were dying to know), I can only hope these lifeforms find out what they’re wanting soon.

Twelve Twenty Five Oh Nine Nine Twenty Four

Something to consider, and be honest with yourself: How often does the image that you project to those around you match up with who you feel you really are?  Do you feel uncomfortable with exploring this line of thought, knowing that it’s more often than not?  Do you wish you could drop this second character and just be yourself, unafraid and beyond reproach for doing something most people are too scared to attempt?

Why don’t you?