‘ProShark’ Marketing? ‘Spidertrap’ Marketing? What do those names tell you? With names like these is it any wonder that marketing professionals are perceived as douchebags by almost everyone else? Anybody that views the people they owe their living to as “prey” deserves that epithet.
2nd Millennium: “Mod” = “Modern” — 3rd Millennium: “Mod” = “Moderator”
(¿Qué te parece, Venancio?)
I don’t understand this idiotic myth about arguments over text messages being “cowardly”. On the contrary, I find they’re more civilized. You don’t shout or constantly interrupt each other if things get heated and there’s ample opportunity to think over your responses and arguments before hitting send, which gives you a better chance of not saying anything hurtful that you may regret later. But, above all, no-one can play dirty and twist your words because everything is in writing.
Wanna hear something funny? My 5-year anniversary of dropping nicotine came and went and I didn’t even remember. So I guess the fact that I’m no longer counting means that after 27 years of smoking like Karla The Spy, I can finally consider myself a legit non-smoker.
Again, if I can do it so can you. It’s easy. We’ve just conditioned ourselves to think it’s not.
So I have these ice packs in the freezer, right? and I keep them in a place where I once kept some frozen squid, you know, to make fresh calamari and paella and shit like that. Unfortunately the odor never totally dispersed so now, every time my muscles are sore I end up smelling like Spongebob Squarepants.
Here’s one for the MILFs. In Spain we say: “Old Hen Makes Better Broth.”
(and it’s true on both counts)
Facebook and Twitter ARE NOT The Internet. That’s just what the traditional TV parasites would have you believe so that their lives can be simple again.
So I go to the liquor store and start getting really annoyed at all the sissy flavored vodkas, right? I just want the real thing: plain as the tundra, flavorless and brutal, like a Russian Winter. But instead the shelves are docked with poser brands wrapped in citron, orange, artichoke and all kinds of stupid crap, fartsy-flavored variants not one of which is the true, original spirit. Finally I look down at the Smirnoff shelf—good ole Smirnoff— and spot a bottle with a plain, white eagle on it (the others have a pink eagle for strawberry, red eagle for cherry, stuff like that). I get home and it turns out I bought A bottle of MARSHMMALLOW VODKA. FML. Kill me now. Anybody want this crap let me know, it’ll be happier in a more loving home.
Here’s a fun experiment: last February I decided to start writing down every word I added to my processor’s dictionary throughout the year. You’d think OpenOffice woulda known about most of these by now… I.- Affordance The design aspect of … Continue reading
Perfect beauty is imperfect.