Perfect flowers to waste time on.

He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. And so the drama continues...

Could be awesome

Please let there be a Ralph Wiggum figure. Please let there be a Ralph Wiggum figure. Please let there be a Ralph Wiggum figure. It'd be awesome if he's got at least one finger up his nose, but I'd settle for a crayon in the mouth. If he's not included in the series, I'm writin' a letter and boycotting Kidrobot..for at least a month. There, I said it.

'80s flashback

Hot Toddy, you're my hero for finding these:

Lost chances

For some reason, I've been seeing lots of war movies lately. A part of me always wished I could join the service, but I've got a busted knee and would never make it. Still though, there's somethin' that draws me towards the military. Maybe someday I'll be able to work with them and/or for them...


My Rifle: The Creed of a US Marine
by Major General William H. Rupertus (USMC, Ret.)

This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.

My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will...

My rifle and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit...

My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my rifle clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...

Before God, I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We
are the saviors of my life.

So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy, but peace!

Why can't I do this kinda shit?

I'll proudly admit that I love Perez Hilton. Here's on of the reasons why. The hilarious-ity doesn't happen til about 1:45.

Click on this link:
Perez Meets Miley Cyrus

What's wrong with this cover?

A coffee breakthrough!

This is for my cousins...

I believe I've had a Starbucks breakthrough. Well, not really, but I did something I've meaning to do for awhile. The other day, the nice girl at Starbucks admitted to forgetting my name. And for the first time after I gave her my name, I asked hers. HER NAME IS JANE!!! Finally, a name to the face. Should you get a chance to ever go the Starbucks on Summer St. in Downtown Crossing, Boston, make sure you ask for Jane. I'm sure you'll think she's a doll as well!

Oh ya, by the way, I've almost quit drinking coffee. I'm limiting myself to one coffee a week- i.e. Monday - when I truly need it. Bummer, I know, but it had to happen. Got tired from not sleeping. Ha!

Song lyrics will always be the new black

Lately I've been drawn to song lyrics for some reason. All these random songs I'm being reminded of make me wish I could write music. To me it's like mastering the novel. Copywriting is petty cash compared to writing an award-winning song. Sure, if you can connect with a quarter of the population you'll get an advertising award. But to get someone to relate to a song is by far the best vindication. How many times have you listened to a song and thought that it perfectly described whatever scenario you're going through? That's the power of the musical lyric; it makes you relate to it through emotion. Maybe one ad a decade can do the same. And even then, it's quickly forgotten. But a song...a song lasts forever and you're constantly reminded of it when that life experience repeats itself.

Here're the lyrics to one of my favorite love songs.
Warning: Don't read these if you're going through a break-up. They'll make you cry oceans and plunge daggers through your heart!

"I Can't Make You Love Me"
by Bonnie Raitt

Turn down the lights, turn down the bed
Turn down these voices inside my head
Lay down with me, tell me no lies
Just hold me close, don't patronize - don't patronize me

CHORUS:
Cause I can't make you love me if you don't
You can't make your heart feel something it won't
Here in the dark, in these final hours
I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power
But you won't, no you won't
'Cause I can't make you love me, if you don't

I'll close my eyes, then I won't see
The love you don't feel when you're holding me
Morning will come and I'll do what's right
Just give me till then to give up this fight
And I will give up this fight

CHORUS:
Cause I can't make you love me if you don't
You can't make your heart feel something it won't
Here in the dark, in these final hours
I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power
But you won't, no you won't
'Cause I can't make you love me, if you don't

Don't try this at home.

Sometimes I'm funny.
Sometimes at I pull out some crazy shit at work, that people like to remember. Lately, my partners have been quoting back some memorable lines of mine. Here are just a few:

With regards to a certain CD who went from an interaction design to Creative Director overnite:
"She wouldn't know good creative if a donkey kicked her in the face."

When presenting some creative work to a VP marketing guy:
"We were thinking that for this scene we'd have some bitches in a hot tub."

When one of our flash designers found out who his writing partner was:
"Oooh. You're working with that guy? Get ready for a whole lot of suck."

Walked into a meeting with about 8 people and said:
"What's up bitches!!!"

Only in advertising would I not get fired for this stuff. Only in advertising would people think this was funny. Sigh. Only in advertising...the story of my life.

Best invention EVER!

Why didn't I think of this??

For everyone who loves bacon, supposedly, this stuff is the shit.