Watched dark knight, thank you for smoking, and fargo.
Awesome, great, good. In that order. Also watched a bunch of movie reviews.
And now time to do more ads.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
daily writing
Guiness say: "Good things come to those who wait."
Confucius say: "old one no go, new one not come."
me? I just say "fuck" alot.
Confucius say: "old one no go, new one not come."
me? I just say "fuck" alot.
Friday, December 19, 2008
daily writing: End of an era.
Say what you will about his turtleneck-wearing ass, there's no denying the impact Steve Jobs has had on Apple, and conversely the entire consumer electronics industry.
Now that he's retiring from his position as annual MacWorld keynote presenter, maclife.com has put up a collection of "greatest stevenote moments."
It's an interesting post and if you've just been an Apple user and fan for the last few years as I have. It's fascinating to see how the power of one individual turned what was basically a dying company into the beloved giant that it is today.
At the very least, it's a great series of presentations. It's just amazing how much charisma this one person can exude. Of particular interest is the 1997 MacWorld expo at Boston.
"Deep in the dark “beleagued Apple” days a vest-and-collarless-shirt wearing Jobs, freshly returned to Apple, gives an impassioned speech about Apple’s continued relevance in the computer industry. He then shares the startling news of a new Apple-Microsoft alliance, including Internet Explorer as the default browser on all Macs. The crowd is not happy. Steve goes on to explain that Microsoft has kindly ensured Apple’s survival for a while through the purchase of 150 million bucks worth of Apple stock (non-voting shares, he hastens to explain)."
Goodbye, Steve Jobs Keynote, we had such fun times.
Now that he's retiring from his position as annual MacWorld keynote presenter, maclife.com has put up a collection of "greatest stevenote moments."
It's an interesting post and if you've just been an Apple user and fan for the last few years as I have. It's fascinating to see how the power of one individual turned what was basically a dying company into the beloved giant that it is today.
At the very least, it's a great series of presentations. It's just amazing how much charisma this one person can exude. Of particular interest is the 1997 MacWorld expo at Boston.
"Deep in the dark “beleagued Apple” days a vest-and-collarless-shirt wearing Jobs, freshly returned to Apple, gives an impassioned speech about Apple’s continued relevance in the computer industry. He then shares the startling news of a new Apple-Microsoft alliance, including Internet Explorer as the default browser on all Macs. The crowd is not happy. Steve goes on to explain that Microsoft has kindly ensured Apple’s survival for a while through the purchase of 150 million bucks worth of Apple stock (non-voting shares, he hastens to explain)."
Goodbye, Steve Jobs Keynote, we had such fun times.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
daily writing: another spot of trott
Just because I have so much to share. *snark*
A recent post caught my untrained eye. But then again with headlines bolded and the size of elephants, who wouldn't notice? The title is "Radical Common Sense".
Apparently in an agency he worked for they used to have a "Radical Common Sense Session" every Friday. I suspect that it's much like casual Friday, just more casual and with crazy shit.
Someone appointed the week before would present a example of "radical common sense" which, in essence means that you show something so simple, obvious, yet clever that you go "Now why haven't I thought of that?" I think it has to be non-advertising related, and it could be anything from a dishwasher with hands to African Totem poles made from cheese. I don't know. It's not made entirely clear what they should be. Which is kind of the point I assume.
Maybe I'll do my own weekly or bi-weekly thing where I present an example of radical common sense. If you can't tell already, I'm in love with the phrase "radical common sense.
A recent post caught my untrained eye. But then again with headlines bolded and the size of elephants, who wouldn't notice? The title is "Radical Common Sense".
Apparently in an agency he worked for they used to have a "Radical Common Sense Session" every Friday. I suspect that it's much like casual Friday, just more casual and with crazy shit.
Someone appointed the week before would present a example of "radical common sense" which, in essence means that you show something so simple, obvious, yet clever that you go "Now why haven't I thought of that?" I think it has to be non-advertising related, and it could be anything from a dishwasher with hands to African Totem poles made from cheese. I don't know. It's not made entirely clear what they should be. Which is kind of the point I assume.
Maybe I'll do my own weekly or bi-weekly thing where I present an example of radical common sense. If you can't tell already, I'm in love with the phrase "radical common sense.
home alone. day 4?
Awoke at 12. Again.
Against my will, I got up, went to the dining room, checked my emails, and read pick me for a few more pages before brushing teeth.
Spent some time finishing up ads from yesterday. Still flailing my head from last night's left4dead session. Boy that went on for a while. Stupid fuckers only stayed in two's thinking they could hack it just the two of them. We bid goodbye to Mercy West hospital 2 hours in, but the clock struck half past 2 by then. And only one of us got out alive. It was blisteringly painful.
Fucking tards.
Anyway. Went out, had breakfast at the breakfast house downstairs. Waited in line like a good sheep at the bank to deposit Eric's money. Then headed home. Humming to myself all day.
Came back, disappointed myself Heroes and cheered for Terminator, hoping it doesn't get canceled. Worked on ads again. Roads that look like roller-coaster trails are surprisingly hard to draw.
It's Ivy, on msn. Hasn't she gone yet? Apparently not. Silly girl. No planning whatsoever. I just hope she gets a ticket. If she doesn't she'll just have to stay in London for a few more days. Which might be a good thing for me.
Told her about my mistake.
hardy har har.
Next time some retard asks of the prettiness of any of my friends I say NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Sorry friends but it's to protect youse.
Oh hehe.
Hope he doesn't read this. If you are I'M SORRY.
Just had a coupla ideas or RyanAir. But I have no idea how to present them. Yet. It'l come. In fact, it came while I was writing this.
Joey calls. Talk shit for abit, and then tells me he's booked a table at four seasons at bayswater for 7pm.
hoooh boy.
At least Ivy will be able to taste the often-mentioned-always-referenced-but-I-haven't-tried Four Seasons Roast Duck©. Just because it is SO GOOD as I'm told. We'll see.
Also asked if I wanted to stay over at his place tonight so it would be easier to pick up Ivy at 8 tomorrow. Technically he's right. His abode is only a bus's ride away, 15 mins from Heathrow. Waking up late, PS3, all those are very good incentives. But then I remind myself I've been waking up late for the past few days already.
I'll have none of that.
So for all intents and purposes I declined his generous offer.
10 ten times at least.
Sigh.
He's cool tho, just a dick sometimes.
And very pushy.
Anyways. Tomorrow big day. Ivy coming. Wimbledon. Four Seasons. I'm letting Joseph pay this time. Better turn in early. After I do up the RyanAir ad of course.
Against my will, I got up, went to the dining room, checked my emails, and read pick me for a few more pages before brushing teeth.
Spent some time finishing up ads from yesterday. Still flailing my head from last night's left4dead session. Boy that went on for a while. Stupid fuckers only stayed in two's thinking they could hack it just the two of them. We bid goodbye to Mercy West hospital 2 hours in, but the clock struck half past 2 by then. And only one of us got out alive. It was blisteringly painful.
Fucking tards.
Anyway. Went out, had breakfast at the breakfast house downstairs. Waited in line like a good sheep at the bank to deposit Eric's money. Then headed home. Humming to myself all day.
Came back, disappointed myself Heroes and cheered for Terminator, hoping it doesn't get canceled. Worked on ads again. Roads that look like roller-coaster trails are surprisingly hard to draw.
It's Ivy, on msn. Hasn't she gone yet? Apparently not. Silly girl. No planning whatsoever. I just hope she gets a ticket. If she doesn't she'll just have to stay in London for a few more days. Which might be a good thing for me.
Told her about my mistake.
hardy har har.
Next time some retard asks of the prettiness of any of my friends I say NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Sorry friends but it's to protect youse.
Oh hehe.
Hope he doesn't read this. If you are I'M SORRY.
Just had a coupla ideas or RyanAir. But I have no idea how to present them. Yet. It'l come. In fact, it came while I was writing this.
Joey calls. Talk shit for abit, and then tells me he's booked a table at four seasons at bayswater for 7pm.
hoooh boy.
At least Ivy will be able to taste the often-mentioned-always-referenced-but-I-haven't-tried Four Seasons Roast Duck©. Just because it is SO GOOD as I'm told. We'll see.
Also asked if I wanted to stay over at his place tonight so it would be easier to pick up Ivy at 8 tomorrow. Technically he's right. His abode is only a bus's ride away, 15 mins from Heathrow. Waking up late, PS3, all those are very good incentives. But then I remind myself I've been waking up late for the past few days already.
I'll have none of that.
So for all intents and purposes I declined his generous offer.
10 ten times at least.
Sigh.
He's cool tho, just a dick sometimes.
And very pushy.
Anyways. Tomorrow big day. Ivy coming. Wimbledon. Four Seasons. I'm letting Joseph pay this time. Better turn in early. After I do up the RyanAir ad of course.
Cog
Technically we're cogs in some kind of machine or other. The question is which cog do you aspire to be?
daily writing: Missed
This time it will be more daily than the last.
My books finally arrived yesterday, and I'm going with Pick me as my first read. It's as full of energy, enthusiasm and wit as a normal book about advertising, it just hasn't told me anything new so far. Whatever. I'm only 30 pages in, I'll judge after reading the whole thing.
Ivy is supposed to be coming tomorrow. 8am in the morning she arrives. big day.
My books finally arrived yesterday, and I'm going with Pick me as my first read. It's as full of energy, enthusiasm and wit as a normal book about advertising, it just hasn't told me anything new so far. Whatever. I'm only 30 pages in, I'll judge after reading the whole thing.
Ivy is supposed to be coming tomorrow. 8am in the morning she arrives. big day.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
daily writing: FInal Fantasy
I'm a huge fan of the Final Fantasy series. Despite all the grieving I've given it with it's overly complicated plots, underdeveloped characters, mindless grind-centric sub-quests and overproduced cutscenes, I've played each game released to date at least once, and I look forward to each new game with anticipation. I was a VII fanboy for quite some time. The Aries death scene is permanently burned into my retina, and I can hum most of the music featured in the game. I spent hours lurking in online messageboards, trying out every dodgy tip to revive Aries, and squealed in horror when I found out she wasn't meant to live after all. Sephiroth was one of my favourite villain ever, and I cheered for joy when I beat him in both Kingdom Hearts 1 and 2.
It's one of the reasons I find this article such an interesting read. An article comparing the Final Fantasy series with Battleships and model-making? Oh I am so there.
The escapist columns usually bore me to death. Musings that aren't really interesting, somewhat overwritten, and devoid of soul. I've not read one for ages, but this one I seem to connect with. He makes some good points, and while I don't agree with him completely, I can definitely see where he's coming from.
If nothing else, at least I learned abit about Battleships and the Japanese need for completionism.
It's one of the reasons I find this article such an interesting read. An article comparing the Final Fantasy series with Battleships and model-making? Oh I am so there.
The escapist columns usually bore me to death. Musings that aren't really interesting, somewhat overwritten, and devoid of soul. I've not read one for ages, but this one I seem to connect with. He makes some good points, and while I don't agree with him completely, I can definitely see where he's coming from.
If nothing else, at least I learned abit about Battleships and the Japanese need for completionism.
daily writing: home alone day 1
I woke up at noon, but the sun wasn't up. Or at least it felt like it wasn't. Rain drizzled in that annoying way that English rain does, and the sun covered itself behind clouds of gray. Like it's ashamed of something.
The house is just the way I left it last night, not a door opened, a dust settled. Nothing happened without my knowledge. Even the dishes were still there, waiting to be washed. It's just depressing. I just hope this house doesn't turn into a full-on bachelor pad by the time I'm done.
I slept with the heating off, I figured I'd save some power make that 10 pounds last as long as I can. Bathed for the first time in 24 hours or more. The plumber specifically told me to tell my house-mates not to use the shower until the next day. Because otherwise all his work will be for naught and the leaking will continue.
I was a good boy and did as I was told. Luckily, when the shopkeeper came in yesterday he just assumed that I was renting this place, instead of sub-letting it from my friends. It worked out fine. He didn't suspect a thing. I'm SUCH a good liar.
Ann bought me Belgian Hot chocolate for Christmas (early Christmas I suppose), and I must say I'm pleasantly surprised, and mildly touched. Even though now that we're out of milk I've resorted to eating them as candy snacks, they still hold up. Chocolate will be chocolate I suppose.
My AD seems to be less of a retard today, either that or I'm losing my intelligence.
MSN has kept me company, it seems to be my only link to the lame excuse of a social life that I possess.
Day one: uneventful, boring and tedious. This has to go on for 2 more weeks.
Lord help me.
The house is just the way I left it last night, not a door opened, a dust settled. Nothing happened without my knowledge. Even the dishes were still there, waiting to be washed. It's just depressing. I just hope this house doesn't turn into a full-on bachelor pad by the time I'm done.
I slept with the heating off, I figured I'd save some power make that 10 pounds last as long as I can. Bathed for the first time in 24 hours or more. The plumber specifically told me to tell my house-mates not to use the shower until the next day. Because otherwise all his work will be for naught and the leaking will continue.
I was a good boy and did as I was told. Luckily, when the shopkeeper came in yesterday he just assumed that I was renting this place, instead of sub-letting it from my friends. It worked out fine. He didn't suspect a thing. I'm SUCH a good liar.
Ann bought me Belgian Hot chocolate for Christmas (early Christmas I suppose), and I must say I'm pleasantly surprised, and mildly touched. Even though now that we're out of milk I've resorted to eating them as candy snacks, they still hold up. Chocolate will be chocolate I suppose.
My AD seems to be less of a retard today, either that or I'm losing my intelligence.
MSN has kept me company, it seems to be my only link to the lame excuse of a social life that I possess.
Day one: uneventful, boring and tedious. This has to go on for 2 more weeks.
Lord help me.
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