PeOpLe aRe shEEp!!! HaHaHa!

RaReLy dO i pOsT...

...a serious blog but today I need to. There are some projects we fight tooth and nail on with the client. It gets to the point where something is so watered down, so far from the initial concept or totally client directed, that I wish we could do our version the way we want and the client could do the version they want. We would run them in the same pubs/tv stations/whatever and somehow test the different creative. I am most certain that ours would be WAY better than the client's from not only a creative aspect but ALSO (believe it or not, Mr. Client) sell more/increase awareness/etc. - whatever the goal was. Clients always think we're out to screw them and we only look out for our portfolio or awards. It's not the case. If we were to create something that looked awesome but hurt sales/damaged the brands reputation/etc., there is no way we'd be in business. Yes, we want to do good, creative work but we also want the client's business to succeed. That reflects well on us too. DUH.

jUnGLe jUiCE

So....Japanese farmers have started growing square watermelons since the round ones take up so much room in the refrigerator. However, looking at these gigantic square watermelons doesn't exactly say 'takes up less room' to me but it DOES say 'perfect container for jungle juice.' No more worries about having the watermelon roll over on its side spillin' "the juice."

HooTMaiL

I'm going to start a new email server called hootmail.com. You can only send funny things through it. The filter will throw all non-funny things away.

I aM tiReD oF tHEsE...

hEaRd iT. LovEd iT.

Fear is the darkroom where the devil develops his negatives.

i'M iN a nEw yORk sTaTE oF miND

I went to New York for the first time ever this weekend. Here are my stories/observations:

1. The second we got out of the cab when we arrived, this homeless guy made a spitting sound to my friend and said the following: "Dirty Whore. Why don't you just stand there and get raped." Ha! When she asked him what his problem was, he screamed "you're the problem." She looked pretty slutty in her pumas, jeans and hoodie. Oh wait, not so much. But nontheless, it was super hysterical. So we spent the rest of the weekend calling her a dirty whore.
2. One hungover morning we went to go eat lunch at a restaurant that...(wait for it)...served ONLY Macaroni & Cheese. Talk about my dream come true. Any city that has its own Mac & Cheese restaurant has got my vote.
3. Caramel Crunch Bars taste good in NY too.
4. I wanted to see a celebrity and/or a rat. To me, that says New York. What did I see? A turtle.
5. Dinosaur bones are freakin' cool.
6. I met Chusher. For those of you don't know, he's the Chinese Usher.