It actually appears that they have gone for option a
Appoint a CD who inspires, fights and leads!
Early doors yet, but signs are good.
Tuesday, 28 April 2009
Thursday, 23 April 2009
Three Amazing Headlines...
...that I've seen today:
Freckle-handed Paedophile Jailed
Man Says Wombat Rape Led To Accent Change
Mutant Squirrels Invade UK
Freckle-handed Paedophile Jailed
Man Says Wombat Rape Led To Accent Change
Mutant Squirrels Invade UK
Labels:
advertising,
copywriting,
headlines
Wednesday, 22 April 2009
Talk To Strangers
STRANGER DANGER!
Ha, no need to worry about that little catch anymore. Thanks to the power of the interweb, you can now talk to complete strangers without fear of them showing you their puppies, or hypnotizing you with a bag of sweets.
http://omegle.com/
This strange little website has led to the wonderful game of trying to see how quickly you can piss of the stranger that you connect with. I have transcribed my first attempt:
You: sex
Stranger: oletko suomest+
Stranger: ?
You: sex
Stranger: älä vaan taas sano että se oot sinä sex
Stranger: sex
You: cool
Stranger: from?
You: UK
Stranger: ok
Stranger: ok
You: what's your favourite sex
Stranger: I dont is harrastanut anything sex
You: harrastanut is that like doggy style?
Stranger: I dont hobby anything sex
Stranger: no
You: hmm. are you like Morrisey?
Stranger: no
You: so you do like sex, you just haven't had any
Stranger: ok
Your conversational partner has disconnected
Ha, no need to worry about that little catch anymore. Thanks to the power of the interweb, you can now talk to complete strangers without fear of them showing you their puppies, or hypnotizing you with a bag of sweets.
http://omegle.com/
This strange little website has led to the wonderful game of trying to see how quickly you can piss of the stranger that you connect with. I have transcribed my first attempt:
You: sex
Stranger: oletko suomest+
Stranger: ?
You: sex
Stranger: älä vaan taas sano että se oot sinä sex
Stranger: sex
You: cool
Stranger: from?
You: UK
Stranger: ok
Stranger: ok
You: what's your favourite sex
Stranger: I dont is harrastanut anything sex
You: harrastanut is that like doggy style?
Stranger: I dont hobby anything sex
Stranger: no
You: hmm. are you like Morrisey?
Stranger: no
You: so you do like sex, you just haven't had any
Stranger: ok
Your conversational partner has disconnected
Labels:
internet,
stranger danger,
talk to strangers
Thursday, 9 April 2009
Awesome
A word kidnapped by cheesy Americana, but that should have just been used for things like this:

Click to biggerize for full effect. Love the sun looking down over the chaos.
And also quite awesome, the blog I just found that I nicked it from some lovely stuff there from this designy type fellow.

Click to biggerize for full effect. Love the sun looking down over the chaos.
And also quite awesome, the blog I just found that I nicked it from some lovely stuff there from this designy type fellow.
Monday, 6 April 2009
118 24 7 Ad
There is no real reason I should like this, but it's brilliant. I think it's just the song. Love it.
Monday, 30 March 2009
Summer Drinkers
Through your premature sunglasses you see me approaching. Put on your cool face. Vent some smoke in my general direction. Laugh or smile, it's your choice, at the thing your friend just said.
How I hate thee.
Where were you in the winter? Autumn even?
No place for you then to be sat outside, amidst the wind and the rain and the sleet and the other stuff that falls from the sky that isn't sunbeams.
What's wrong with inside the pub eh? The creak of a chair. The crackle of a fire. A raft of winter coats slouching upon not enough coat hangers.
Get back. Back to whence you dwell in the winter months. Hibernating under cocktail umbrellas like little moths, waiting to dust yourself down once more for the summer months.
I swat thee.
How I hate thee.
Where were you in the winter? Autumn even?
No place for you then to be sat outside, amidst the wind and the rain and the sleet and the other stuff that falls from the sky that isn't sunbeams.
What's wrong with inside the pub eh? The creak of a chair. The crackle of a fire. A raft of winter coats slouching upon not enough coat hangers.
Get back. Back to whence you dwell in the winter months. Hibernating under cocktail umbrellas like little moths, waiting to dust yourself down once more for the summer months.
I swat thee.
Labels:
alcohol,
summer,
summer drinking
Creative Director Competition
The place where I work will be getting a new CD this week.
I, like most of the creatives in the agency, see it as an opportunity. Although the bloke who is leaving is a great guy, we need the bloke coming in to be a great CD.
I need it for my career. The agency needs it because we don't get anywhere near enough good work out the door.
So, here is a priceless opportunity for the agency, will they:
(a) Grasp the nettle and appoint a CD who inspires, leads, fights suits
(b) Appoint a CD who is merely a Yes Man, showing face but merely seeing out the latter days of his career
(c) Appoint a suit who is just pretending to be a CD
(d) Other
The answer will be published in about a week.
I, like most of the creatives in the agency, see it as an opportunity. Although the bloke who is leaving is a great guy, we need the bloke coming in to be a great CD.
I need it for my career. The agency needs it because we don't get anywhere near enough good work out the door.
So, here is a priceless opportunity for the agency, will they:
(a) Grasp the nettle and appoint a CD who inspires, leads, fights suits
(b) Appoint a CD who is merely a Yes Man, showing face but merely seeing out the latter days of his career
(c) Appoint a suit who is just pretending to be a CD
(d) Other
The answer will be published in about a week.
Labels:
advertising,
creative director
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