He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. And so the drama continues...
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
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...
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
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.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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!
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!
Monday, August 18, 2008
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
Saturday, August 16, 2008
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!
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!
Monday, August 04, 2008
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
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.
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.
Friday, August 01, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Happy Monday, squirrels!
As I was walking through the Commons this morning, I saw a group of people staring a tree. But upon further nosiness, I saw that they were all looking at 2 squirrels who appeared to fighting. I have a feeling though, that they were fighting to have sex...and they had an audience. Gotta love Americans for staring at the fornicating wild kingdom.
Freakin' brilliant
Holy shit. Finally, a company has learned to give a consumer a sensory experience in none other than a movie theater! Check out the company Cinescent. They create scents that emanate through a theater while a commercial is playing. So you smell what you see. Damn me for not thinking of this first!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
This is why advertising is so great.
14 months in the making, 42 countries, and a cast of thousands. Stride gum found this guy and offered to pay for his travels if he made a video of himself dancing in every country he visited. Their mantra is that the flavor lasts ridculously long. This video is a great piece of creativity that connects the notion of longevity to a human emotion; happiness.
Check out these links:
Where the Hell is Matt?
Stride Gum
Check out these links:
Where the Hell is Matt?
Stride Gum
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Bottoms up!
My July 4th contribution to the USA:
LBZ White Sangria
1 bottle Chardonnay (I used Bogle)
1 nectarine, roughly chopped
1 orange, halved, with rind kept on
1 pear, roughly chopped
approx. 20 grapes, halved
2 splashes Grenadine
couple bites of cantaloupe (optional)
Mash in everything, but keep the fruit in tact. Let the mixture soak overnite. The next day, add:
1 bottle Charonnay (yes, another bottle)
1 2-liter bottle of Sprite Zero (can use regular Sprite, but not sure about the sweetness factor)
1 bottle Magners Cider
Was so delicious you have no idea. I know that typically Sangria calls for a sweeter wine, but I think a nice dry white worked really well. The longer you keep the mix in the fridge, the sweeter it gets. Just remember, the fizzy parts go flat, so hold off on adding the Sprite and cider if you'd like the wine and fruit to soak longer.
Pairs extremely well with chips and salsa/guacamole.
LBZ White Sangria
1 bottle Chardonnay (I used Bogle)
1 nectarine, roughly chopped
1 orange, halved, with rind kept on
1 pear, roughly chopped
approx. 20 grapes, halved
2 splashes Grenadine
couple bites of cantaloupe (optional)
Mash in everything, but keep the fruit in tact. Let the mixture soak overnite. The next day, add:
1 bottle Charonnay (yes, another bottle)
1 2-liter bottle of Sprite Zero (can use regular Sprite, but not sure about the sweetness factor)
1 bottle Magners Cider
Was so delicious you have no idea. I know that typically Sangria calls for a sweeter wine, but I think a nice dry white worked really well. The longer you keep the mix in the fridge, the sweeter it gets. Just remember, the fizzy parts go flat, so hold off on adding the Sprite and cider if you'd like the wine and fruit to soak longer.
Pairs extremely well with chips and salsa/guacamole.
Silly boys
Note to all guys out there:
If you meet a girl, exchange numbers and hang out with her, here's a word of advice: It's easier to just say you're not interested, than to make up a lie about how you're in a serious relationship but strayed. You "admitting" that you have a "girlfriend" portrays an even weaker character- you may mean this: "hey, I'm an asshole for almost cheating on my girlfriend, my bad," but we take it as this: "damn, I wish I knew who his girlfriend is, cuz she should know that her man is cheating on her." Guys, just take note, I'm tryin' to help you out. Keep the little integrity you have and be honest!
If you meet a girl, exchange numbers and hang out with her, here's a word of advice: It's easier to just say you're not interested, than to make up a lie about how you're in a serious relationship but strayed. You "admitting" that you have a "girlfriend" portrays an even weaker character- you may mean this: "hey, I'm an asshole for almost cheating on my girlfriend, my bad," but we take it as this: "damn, I wish I knew who his girlfriend is, cuz she should know that her man is cheating on her." Guys, just take note, I'm tryin' to help you out. Keep the little integrity you have and be honest!
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Joydrop
There's an amazing band that I've loved for years named Joydrop. Their songs are still unavailable on iTunes but that don't make them any less awesome. Just means they're not played out yet. Here are the lyrics to one of my favorite songs.
Beautiful
If I was beautiful like you
Oh the things I would do
Those not so blessed would be crying out murder
And I'd just laugh and get away with it too
Like you do
If I was beautiful like you
I would never be at fault
I'd walk in the rain between the rain drops
Bringing traffic to a halt
But that would never be
Never, never be
Cause I'm not beautiful like you
I'm beautiful like me, I'm beautiful like me
If I was beautiful like you
I'd be quick to assume
They'd do anything to please me, why not
I see their reaction when you walk into the room
But that would never be
Never, never, never be
Cause I'm not beautiful like you
I'm beautiful like me, beautiful like me
Beautiful, beautiful like me
Like me, Like me...
If I was beautiful like you
I'd have so many friends
All fighting for my time to be next in line
So if I hurt one, I wouldn't have to make amends
But that would never be
Never, never, never be
Cause I'm not beautful like you
I'm not beautiful like you
I'm not beautiful like you
I'm beautiful like me
I'm Beautiful like me, beautiful like me
I'm beautiful like me, I'm beautiful like me!
My Space
There are some people who edit their profiles on myspace and/or facebook everyday. But the one time a month I log into myspace, I'm reminded that a good piece of writing, is still a good piece of writing and doesn't need to be rewritten if it still works. In that vain, here's my myspace "about me" profile that sums it all up:
i used to think i was obsessive compulsive. now i realize it was love that made me do it. stupid love.__i think everything happens for a reason but can't rationalize for the life of me why 2 of my closest college girlfriends are already in heaven.__i talk to at least one of my parents almost every day. i think it's healthy.__i am eternally on a diet. i'm convinced the only way to get the perfect body is to be stranded on a desert island.__i think combo eating is the wave of the future. Salt with sweet...sheer genius.__i have a favorite restaurant on almost every continent. __most of my friends are men. but the female friends i do have, are the best i could ever have.__i sleep in a tank top and underwear no matter what the weather is.__i bite my nails, not out of habit, but because i like the way it shapes them.__i think scars are beautiful.__i agree that therapy is more therapeutic than destructive.__i say things i believe to be true, and unless someone corrects me, i go with it.__palm readers scare me, because i believe in destiny and fate.__i think the best days are those that start with drinking at around noon. i respect people who don't drink, but will forever try my hardest to convert them.__i love babies and puppies and would not be able to choose between the two if you offered me one for the day.__i love red and blue, but am not the biggest fan of purple.__i love to cry but don't do it nearly enough.__i get the itch to move after staying in one place longer than a year.__i could never be with someone who doesn't say "bless you" after i sneeze, no matter what their religious denomination is.__i respect more than i admire, i am envious more than i am jealous, but i love and hate about the same.
i used to think i was obsessive compulsive. now i realize it was love that made me do it. stupid love.__i think everything happens for a reason but can't rationalize for the life of me why 2 of my closest college girlfriends are already in heaven.__i talk to at least one of my parents almost every day. i think it's healthy.__i am eternally on a diet. i'm convinced the only way to get the perfect body is to be stranded on a desert island.__i think combo eating is the wave of the future. Salt with sweet...sheer genius.__i have a favorite restaurant on almost every continent. __most of my friends are men. but the female friends i do have, are the best i could ever have.__i sleep in a tank top and underwear no matter what the weather is.__i bite my nails, not out of habit, but because i like the way it shapes them.__i think scars are beautiful.__i agree that therapy is more therapeutic than destructive.__i say things i believe to be true, and unless someone corrects me, i go with it.__palm readers scare me, because i believe in destiny and fate.__i think the best days are those that start with drinking at around noon. i respect people who don't drink, but will forever try my hardest to convert them.__i love babies and puppies and would not be able to choose between the two if you offered me one for the day.__i love red and blue, but am not the biggest fan of purple.__i love to cry but don't do it nearly enough.__i get the itch to move after staying in one place longer than a year.__i could never be with someone who doesn't say "bless you" after i sneeze, no matter what their religious denomination is.__i respect more than i admire, i am envious more than i am jealous, but i love and hate about the same.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
What good is a cigarette if you don't have a light?
I was walking to work this morning in complete humidity and utter shitty weather and all I wanted was to have a cigarette. I quit smoking a couple months ago, but always have that one loner smoke in my bag for mornings like this. Figures that the one time I wanna inhale, I can't find fire for the life of me. It being Monday of course, I had a disappointing epiphany...what good is having something you want if you can't fully take advantage of it?
I work in advertising because it's my passion; my obsession; my life. But what's the point of being in this industry if I can't be the best I can at it? I don't suck, I'm actually pretty good. But if for some bullshit reason, I can't get a job at a hot shop, what's the point? It used to be so rewarding to wake up and do what I love, but I'm past that point now...at a dead-end job, where my battles aren't coming up with a great headline, it's dealing with other people's issues- and I'm not even a CD! It's not rewarding just to do the job. It's rewarding when you do something that makes a difference, or at least makes people look at it and laugh...or cry. But I can't even do that right now.
Why are the forces making it so hard to kick ass at what I do?
I work in advertising because it's my passion; my obsession; my life. But what's the point of being in this industry if I can't be the best I can at it? I don't suck, I'm actually pretty good. But if for some bullshit reason, I can't get a job at a hot shop, what's the point? It used to be so rewarding to wake up and do what I love, but I'm past that point now...at a dead-end job, where my battles aren't coming up with a great headline, it's dealing with other people's issues- and I'm not even a CD! It's not rewarding just to do the job. It's rewarding when you do something that makes a difference, or at least makes people look at it and laugh...or cry. But I can't even do that right now.
Why are the forces making it so hard to kick ass at what I do?
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Great quotes
"I can resist anything except temptation" - Oscar Wilde
"We all die. The goal is not to live forever. The goal is to create something that will." - PostSecret
Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for." - Bob Marley
"We all die. The goal is not to live forever. The goal is to create something that will." - PostSecret
Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for." - Bob Marley
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