My first job was at McDonald’s. Yes, I was issued a pair of brown polyester pants with grease stains from the last guy my size, and did my time flipping burgers and scraping the trap. One of the things I remember about that job was how politeness was part of the culture. When someone removed french fries from the oil, they’d shout ‘Fries are up!’ and at least one person would shout back, ‘Thank you.’ I eventually graduated from the…
I saw a tweet tonight stating that the website MartinLutherKing.org was owned and operated by White Pride World – a white supremacy group. Intrigued, I clicked over to check it out. After all, deception at that level would be the epitome of evil, wouldn’t it? After landing on the site, it looked fine to me. Sure, it’s a shabby looking site – but not unreasonable for a small organization. Nothing on the page looked offensive. So I did a whois…
The other day I put together this list of some of the domain names I own, for a colleague. I thought it might make a fun post. After all, I’m not really doing anything else with them right now. Anyway, this is how my brain works. If this post sucks, my apologies. puppliesareassholes.com – Because they are, and I have visual proof. I want to use this as a blog. Sponsors? Probably, if traffic is strong. But I’d not seek…
This is a very cute concept. And extremely well written, cast, directed and produced. But what does it say about the state of advertising that this is the best ad of the Super Bowl (25m views)? What’s the USP – remote start? This is a really nice short. Maybe this is the way it’s going to be from now on? Maybe advertising for TV has officially shifted, and not just for the Big Game? Mind you, I wouldn’t complain. I’d…
This post started out as a way for me to explain the revolution in Egypt to my kids. But then it changed. From the moment we’re born, until the moment we die – life is hard. Physically, psychologically, emotionally, politically, in love and in war, in sickness and in health, forever and ever – life is a long lesson on enduring hardships. We crackle to life in a fit of energy and gestate in the safest place we’ll ever know…
I didn’t watch the Super Bowl. Yes, it was intentional. And yes, it was one hell of an experiment (possible post coming) trying to avoid watching anything related to it on Sunday. So, as the result of skipping the big game, I didn’t see the halftime act. I heard it was [yawn] as great as ever. On Saturday night, my wife and I saw Jimmy Eat World at Amos’ South End. Yes, we stood on the floor for two hours chest-to-back…
