I’ve simply been too busy to post anything, moving my Grandmother to Senior Housing, but I have to take a second to share this. I’m already a member and didn’t know it. :)
Posts Tagged ‘Weird Stuff’
This guy probably lives in Hooterville. It’s pretty scary, really. (VIA)
In my late night Web stumblings, I went to one site who took me to another, who took me to another which landed me here: Betty Bowers, Americas Best Christian. Since organized religion has pretty much ruined my life and important relationships, I’m rather soured on those who drive around with their New Testaments in the back seat and then act like complete Assholes when they get out of the car. Duh. Is that really what Jesus would do? (By the way, you can follow his Tweets here.)
Anyway, back to Betty. She has such witty tidbits: As God is My Waitress, Cooking with Christ, BITCH (Bringing Integrity to Christian Homemakers, Advice: What Would Betty Do?
I’m sure I’m going to Hell, but I think it’s blasphemously funny. Enjoy.
Oh yeah, Betty is also on Facebook.
There are not enough hours in the day to keep up with the news on the oil spill in the Gulf. This sums it up, I believe. Blast! Throw some crap on it! (Via Tremendous News)
What’s with the Cute Kitten Metaphors, anyway?
We have been busy. Very busy. Pitching new businesses who call us. Handling what we’ve got. So busy I haven’t had a chance to write a thing besides paying work.
“Busy” also comes with the price of the learning curve. We were on a three day shoot for a bio-tech firm from the West coast and equipment problems saved themselves for our last 2 hours. (Only with the exciting, big clients will shit like this happen.) Camera guy figured it out and saved the day. Phrases like “Data Retrieval” and “5 to 7 working days” make my blood pressure spike. Then….hard drive crashing on graphics system=quit screwing around and write the check….get that new iMAC in here NOW.
Why all this happens when business is good must mean the Ad God is looking out for us … testing our patience while cash flow is there to support it. This is how it goes in the small town agency. We figure it out as we go along and make it right. At least we’re in control of or own destiny … we’re a team in the purest sense of the word.
I’m rolling clothes for the Harley trip that starts tomorrow. Everything will be fine when I get back. In the meantime, I think I’ll order one of these. I like it.
When walking down the cereal aisle, I’ll never look at Golden Grahams quite the same way. This hasn’t aired in Hooterville. Perhaps in your metro area.
The bad client called to kiss my ass. It was embarrassing.
The President of the United States came to Hooterville. His helicopter buzzed over our building. That’s as close as I got. But I was excited he came, and relieved our Tea/Douche Baggers didn’t make a bigger ass of themselves. Good God, people … settle down and learn to spell.
We put the finishing touches on a tire commercial that will run NATIONALLY soon on the Discovery and History Channels. Yeah, that’s right. I said Nationally. We’re above average here in Hooterville.
Brought our old office manager back. It’s heaven. I’ve been at the gym three times this week before 6pm.
Our designer had a colonoscopy. We gave him 4 rolls of Angel Soft and he named his polyps. We’re so weird.
I’m on the Board of our local womens shelter. The cash flow crisis we feared would happen, has. Our fucked up state government owes us $200,000…and others plenty more. As the Board’s VP, I’m freaking out, trying to figure out a solution. Your ideas and suggestions would be more than welcome.
I had to keep reminding myself that, even though I don’t get to do what I went into business for anymore, it’s still good. It’s just that now I shuffle papers, boss clients around…and get to work with cool people.
Look around your work space. Everybody’s got stuff. It defines you…sort of. What does your stuff say about you?
My beloved Bullwinkle and Rocky Clock.
And how about the monkey…wonder what’s in the cart??
And my beloved flea market typewriter. The way we once communicated…with White Out…now long gone.
Clients see all our stuff….and we don’t care. I’m sure they wonder. And that’s good.