Monday, April 27, 2009
I Heart, Whiskey
I drink whiskey to remember. I drink whiskey to forget. I drink whiskey to remember the time we tried to forget. I drink whiskey after work. I drink whiskey before bed. I drink whiskey, and then I see red. I drink whiskey by inches. I drink whiskey by feet. I drink whiskey, and then I repeat. Whiskey is my agent of change. Whiskey is my keynotes speech. Whiskey is my long walk on the beach. Whiskey is my friend request. Whiskey is my status update. I was drinking whiskey, sorry I’m late.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Hey advertising, are we in a recession?

“Now what?” Talk to Chuck, Charles Swhab.
Look! A financial institution with its finger on the pulse. Nothing slips by you guys. Oh wait, where were you two years ago before everyone lost their life savings? That’s right, you were convincing people to make risky investments, and purchase shit they couldn’t afford.

Who am I to talk shit on corporate America? After all, they’re the professionals. Maybe if I put my money where my mouth is and make a prediction of my own. Well, okay, then. Hey Wendy’s, how does 3conomics work out when my insurance company has to pay $300,000 for a quadruple bypass? How does that affect the cost of insurance rates? Oh, hell. Looks like saving a couple bucks on food, isn’t an economical idea after all.
So next time advertisers think it's witty to say something like "Suffering from recessionitis?" fucking think again. You're too late. We're so over it.
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