My wife sat next to a fellow copywriter at a buddy’s wedding one time. They started talking about copywriting, and like everyone else who ever got an A in a Creative Writing class, she told him, “I think I could do that.” He answered, “Could you do it if it was due in an hour?”
It’s that time of year again. The time where I have to sign up for Parent Service Hours at my son’s parish school. And since he’s my youngest and is going into 8th grade in the fall, it’s my last time. Woohoo!
My high school senior son (recently graduated) was invited to a two-weekend cyber workshop at an excellent university a month or so ago. One weekend was on digital forensics (more interesting than he thought it would be), and the next week was on ethical hacking (less advanced than he thought it would be).
Effective immediately, I’m offering my new Scapegoat Service. Here’s how it works.
My high school reunion is coming up this summer. For your enjoyment and dose of reality, here’s an insight I posted on the online reunion page last September.
My son lost an envelope with money in it somewhere in his bedroom. That should be enough information for you to form an accurate mental picture of his bedroom.
By and large, the advertising business is filled with good people. They’re smart and creative and funny and generally agreeable. Yes, there are prima donnas, as you would expect in a business that requires confidence and a healthy ego to survive. And yes, there are jerks, as there are everywhere in this wide world. But … Continue reading "That’s Pretty Low, Mister. If I Had a Rubber Hose…"
Brands are like people. You have to like them or you won’t buy from them. But oftentimes, brands are people. Here’s a quick example.
My wife had me take a personality test the other day. She didn’t like the result, though, so she changed my answers so the result would more accurately reflect what she thought my personality was. I wonder what her personality type is?
My step-father-in-law Jim died a couple of years ago. Two years ago today, to be exact. He got sick, and then he didn’t get better. Jim told the best stories. He would tell the same stories over and over again, and they were classics in our family. He led a colorful life, starting from when … Continue reading "So Anyway…"