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 overall, since it’s a creative field, the people it attracts are generally people who just want to have fun. Continue reading “That’s Pretty Low, Mister. If I Had a Rubber Hose…”
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? Continue reading “Amiright? Amiright?”
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 he left home at 15 years of age and made his living as a bare-knuckle fighter. Continue reading “So Anyway…”
One of the things that attracts people to the advertising industry is its looser standards of behavior for creatives. Now, before you get too excited, this is not a post with sordid tales of bacchanalian antics. I’m just talking about a looser culture in general. For example, you can wear t-shirts and jeans and flip-flops to work, and it’s no big deal. You can wear shorts too, but I never do. Continue reading “If That’s How You Want to Play”
I stopped by the dry cleaners the other morning on my way to a gig. On the street that I turned on to head toward the freeway was a group of people holding signs with the name of a local candidate. No idea who the guy was and what he was running for. There was a group on each side of the street, and as I turned, I saw a guy in a shirt and tie who was smiling and waving at me. I figured he must be the man himself, since he was much better dressed than anyone else. We made eye contact, and I smiled and waved back. Continue reading “I Don’t Care if He’s Greg Stillson, I’m Voting for Him”
So there was this holiday the other week you may have heard about. It was called Mother’s Day.
I was slammed until late Saturday night, and I didn’t have a chance to get flowers for the extremely deserving mother of my children. So early Sunday morning, I got up and snuck down to Ralphs to get some flowers.
It was sorta reassuring to know I wasn’t the only one. Holy cow, I pulled into the parking lot and had to circle it to get a spot. Then when I went inside, there was an overwhelming display of flowers with a large banner that read, “Attention Idiots. Last Chance to Seem Like You Give a Rat’s Rear.” Continue reading “Is the Flower Vase Half Full or Half Empty?”
From the Things I Don’t Bother Saying Department: I was going to say the sign is probably not selling because it’s printed upside down. Then I was going to say the mirror was made upside down too. But I figured, ah, why bother? Let her find out the hard way. Continue reading “Things I Don’t Bother Saying”
Here’s something I never thought I’d say: Welcome to my blog.
I’ve never been one for selfies and have never craved the spotlight, and I’ve never thought of myself as someone with much to say. Well, much interesting to say, anyway. Sure, a joke here and there, a snide comment usually, a rant once in awhile. But a full-on, regular blog? Does the world not have enough people demanding the mic? Why would anyone follow this? Continue reading “Is This Thing On?”