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Friday, September 19, 2003

Ahoy!

In honor of Talk Like a Pirate Day I took their bonny quiz and naturally:

You are The Cap'n!

Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man you couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you - but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. Your swash was buckled long ago and you have never been so sure of anything in your life as in your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off their head if they show any sign of taking you on or backing down. You cannot be saddled with tedious underlings, but if one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.

What's Yer Inner Pirate?
brought to you by The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site. Arrrrr!

That's what I said at 3:56 PM

Avast me hearties!

Ahoy! Pirate Alice is pleased to annouce that today is Talk Like a Pirate Day. Arrr! I'm happier than a Dread Pirate forcing the prisoners to walk the plank. Tis all in this world that should shout for joy like we pirates do. Yo ho! A pirate's life for me! Now don't go acting like a dirty bilge rat, be a beauty and join in the fun!
Arrrr matey!

That's what I said at 10:17 AM

Wednesday, September 17, 2003

MP3 Debate Continues

This here is an essay written by Orson Scott Card a fabulous Sci-Fi writer about the Recording Industry's hunt for music thieves. He makes his point brilliantly. If only everyone could see things his way.

That's what I said at 7:12 PM

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

So I get in kinda on time today. I order the ads. All is well with the world. My art department gets ALL the ads done. Even ones not due today. Then at about 3pm the revises start rolling in. New campaigns, new art, new quotes, new theaters... by 5pm we're now remaking EVERY SINGLE AD we did today. All that work down the tubes. I'm so pissed...what a waste of time. Advertising would be so much easier if there were no clients to change shit.

That's what I said at 5:17 PM

Well....that's something

What Flavour Are You? Warning: I taste like Gasoline.

Warning: I taste like Gasoline.

I may not taste good, but I'm handy to have around if you want to breathe fire. I'm expensive, and sometimes cause disputes. I'm inflammatory, you see. Ha ha. What Flavour Are You?

That's what I said at 12:59 PM

Tuesday, September 16, 2003

Well...

Being my boss has been an interesting experience. I don't care for her job at all. I don't like the hours she's forced (and expected by the clients) to keep. It just sucks. However, I have made things move more quickly. There's a particular person who is supposed to fax over stuff to us, and she hasn't been doing it. So I move things along without her stuff. Don't worry, it's not like we're expected to have this in the ads, and it's not like anyone is going to notice that the stuff is missing. So it's all good. But it isn't my job to make sure she does HER job. I'm not a babysitter, she's not really our client either so too bad. If she can't do what's expected of her, then tough patootie. Her stuff will be ignored.

Other than that...things are well in my world. I've started working out, and I'm considering joining a fancy schmancy gym that's got a good deal going on. They're not TOO far from the office so it would be convienent for me to do this. I need to consider it more, see if it's in my budget, oh...and I'm getting my hair cut finally on Thursday... YAY!

That's what I said at 2:39 PM