Wednesday, July 25, 2007
"Mmmm... movie!"
I'm lovin' all the marketing surrounding the Simpsons movie. Here's a look at some of my favorites:
1. Turn yourself into a Simpsons character! That's me at left, except 1. I have a waistline, 2. My hair is just not that poufy, and 3. The wardrobe? Are you kidding me? I would never wear those shoes with those pants. Try it for yourself here.
2. Select 7-11s around the country were turned into Kwik-E-Marts, with Squishees, overpriced mystery meat hot dogs, and Apu wannabes.
3. Harper's Bazaar included the Simpsons in a fashion spread. Yellow is the new skinny.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
PT Cwoozah
Due to a a very nice lady accidentally scraping my car in the parking lot, I'm driving a rental. (Honestly, it was just a little crease, and if her insurance hadn't paid for it and she hadn't insisted, I wouldn't have taken the car to the shop.)
I lucked out on the rental; I'm driving a cherry-red PT Cruiser. Nice retro touches and I like the way the car handles. But I can't help but think of this story from The Soup:
I lucked out on the rental; I'm driving a cherry-red PT Cruiser. Nice retro touches and I like the way the car handles. But I can't help but think of this story from The Soup:
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Independence Day
The condo's sold; I've turned over the keys and deposited the check.
The house is freshly painted inside and out -- no more peeling remnants of 1970s, '80s and '90s wallpaper that depressed the hell out of me.
My brown thumb is finally turning green -- I now have healthy mint and basil plants. (Of course, all the rain has helped. Not to mention planting things that thrive on benign neglect.)
I've had enough of my current job. I've given up too many nights and weekends, and I've become a @?#!!-ing report monkey. I can do my job or I can report on my job; whaddya want? So -- I've interviewed for three positions in our corporate advertising dept. and have been requested to come back for further interviews on all three.
I finally feel like I'm getting my life back.
The house is freshly painted inside and out -- no more peeling remnants of 1970s, '80s and '90s wallpaper that depressed the hell out of me.
My brown thumb is finally turning green -- I now have healthy mint and basil plants. (Of course, all the rain has helped. Not to mention planting things that thrive on benign neglect.)
I've had enough of my current job. I've given up too many nights and weekends, and I've become a @?#!!-ing report monkey. I can do my job or I can report on my job; whaddya want? So -- I've interviewed for three positions in our corporate advertising dept. and have been requested to come back for further interviews on all three.
I finally feel like I'm getting my life back.
