every so often, someone comes up with a really great commercial. i, for one, am a "laughingly good commercial" fan. and i have been known to watch a relatively bad channel if they air the same good commercial a few times every 30 mins. it's how i get some of my more satisfying kicks.
congratulations to the writers for the following companies. they are, frankly, hilarious.
Milky Way
KMart
Vonage
in that order. but vonage has had the lead for a while, for the record.
geico, on the other hand...FOR THE LOVE OF ALLAH! NO MORE TALKING GECKO!
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Thursday, March 16, 2006
"fly high--be my getaway--gotta get away"
well, i feel compelled to make a brief appearance here. haha. i am now 24 years and 15 minutes old. WOO. yea.
and just as i accepted a low-pay job at REI, ms. muroff calls me from the cumming, ga DHR and wants to know, do i want to interview for a 30k/yr job?
oh lord. is it wrong to be torn? i just want to go back to school. just let me go back to school. i want to be the psychologist, not her secretary. but the salary still raises an eyebrow.
thank you for everyone who has already wished me a happy day. my brother even graced me with a serenade! haha. love the stef-man. I hope everyone has a great day. i'm doing some last minute cleaning and then heading to columbus so the parents will feel "involved" by taking jeff and me to dinner ;) love the parents. they are so sweet. and jeff gave me an ipod shuffle for my birthday ! sweet! it's definitly what I NEED! and now i can give him his little mp3 player back...haha...i think there were ulterior motives there
"Hide and seek, kissing and running
Till you were out of breath
In the late night day sun
Until your Mamma called you home... and you didn't wanna go"
-stereophonics
and just as i accepted a low-pay job at REI, ms. muroff calls me from the cumming, ga DHR and wants to know, do i want to interview for a 30k/yr job?
oh lord. is it wrong to be torn? i just want to go back to school. just let me go back to school. i want to be the psychologist, not her secretary. but the salary still raises an eyebrow.
thank you for everyone who has already wished me a happy day. my brother even graced me with a serenade! haha. love the stef-man. I hope everyone has a great day. i'm doing some last minute cleaning and then heading to columbus so the parents will feel "involved" by taking jeff and me to dinner ;) love the parents. they are so sweet. and jeff gave me an ipod shuffle for my birthday ! sweet! it's definitly what I NEED! and now i can give him his little mp3 player back...haha...i think there were ulterior motives there
"Hide and seek, kissing and running
Till you were out of breath
In the late night day sun
Until your Mamma called you home... and you didn't wanna go"
-stereophonics
Monday, March 13, 2006
karma police, arrest this girl
as monday wanes on, the weekend loosens it's grip and hands over the reigns to yet another business week, and our columbia pal, here since thursday, is on his way back home...but not before squeaking out one last tennis game (pictures courtesy of Rob, to be posted later today or tomorrow)...so it was a weekend of severe indulgences, but, fun to say the least. and this week should be great too...jeff and i are celebrating a happy 365day marker on wednesday, and i will celebrate becoming six years shy of 30 on thursday! woo. so we'll be heading to columbus for dinner with my folks, and then...THEN, friday and saturday i'm training for my JOB. yay.
okay, the job front has been grim for quite some time now, and i, having left a discouraged dent in THE Rock-Bottom and begun an equally gloomy journey along the plateau of unemployed depression (all the while keeping my poo-eating grin and sophisticated cover letter crafting at a convincing-yet-false-positive) finally began narrowing down my "part-time" options. on an optimistic whim, i applied at REI here in ATL; a place that I appreciate as the closest outdoor retail supplier in the area--and since i can recall having been labeled "the outdoorsy type" in my day, I dropped in and queried the friendly customer service woman for an application, and happily interviewed the same day. of course it went very well, i'm experienced in the outdoors, i'm fairly experienced in the how-tos of cycling, and i'm experienced in retail (not to mention, obviously yet another well-educated, desperate college graduate) and possess what i would call, polished "interpersonal skills"...with a degree to back it up. so i was pretty confidant (and kept a keen eye out for any snobbery my pride might fling at the interviewing manager) but then again, several interviews have gone "well" and resulted in kindly rejection letters (if anything) so my hopes were in neutral, as they have been for some time now (my conscience no doubt conserving the very last scrapings of a tattered self worth)
in the process of prepping myself for a possible turn-down from a mere retail position (because in Atlanta, anything is possible, especially rejection and poverty) I received a call and an attractive offer just two days later--the better part is that the position is with the department of my preference: Action Sports...which includes kayaks/canoes, climbing equip--and cycling--which includes mountainbikes. and mid-interview, a friendly lady who i later learned is the head honcho of this dept (and who probably snagged my resume to boost the female gender count in this area) sympathetically patted me on the back for potentially having to learn and sell not only Cannondale, but also several brands of what I kindly refer to as "comfort cycles"...this is a really difficult thing to explain to someone who isn't really into real mountainbiking. and i, along with many of my trail goers, have perfected the answer to the ever so frequent question "so, what's a good bike to buy?"...to which one replies "well, what do you consider 'good'"...this is an 'inside' retort that i will promptly have to UNlearn and replace with a sincere smile and something like "what sort of riding are you planning to do?" OR "what do you feel you will need in your future bike"...then, and perhaps more importantly, "how much are you willing to spend"
(sneeze) and with springish weather comes springish allergens
the hard part is tactfully guiding people to understand their capabilities. a few acquaintances have naively scoffed at a favorite film (The Collective) that wonderfully flaunts the craft of "sponsored" free-ride cyclists. which is an entirely different type of riding from cross country mountain biking--i've heard things like "yea that's what i do or "heh, I can do that"...and of course one can do a lot of things if they put their mind to it, but, willingness and ability go hand in hand...along with endurance, actual SKILL, and a (somewhat heavy) touch of masochism. not even i would dare set an intent foot on a freeride/downhill cycle...tho i'm rather envious. but if tubby comes in determined to drop two-grand on a bike that he'll never really use to it's full worth, so be it, big-boy. i dont make commission, but i understand the value of sales and marketing. and if i have to take a retail job, i'll be derned if i dont make it a point to be one who is promoted as soon as possible. anywho. so that's my story as of late. i am now employed. and i might add, by #7 of fortune 100s best companies to work for.
and i hear an old riding buddy of mine, joseph, is making a swell move to a bike shop in boone, nc. and i wish him (and his karma) all the best...mwah ha. a tribute pic to old rides below-
that's all for now.
cheerio.
okay, the job front has been grim for quite some time now, and i, having left a discouraged dent in THE Rock-Bottom and begun an equally gloomy journey along the plateau of unemployed depression (all the while keeping my poo-eating grin and sophisticated cover letter crafting at a convincing-yet-false-positive) finally began narrowing down my "part-time" options. on an optimistic whim, i applied at REI here in ATL; a place that I appreciate as the closest outdoor retail supplier in the area--and since i can recall having been labeled "the outdoorsy type" in my day, I dropped in and queried the friendly customer service woman for an application, and happily interviewed the same day. of course it went very well, i'm experienced in the outdoors, i'm fairly experienced in the how-tos of cycling, and i'm experienced in retail (not to mention, obviously yet another well-educated, desperate college graduate) and possess what i would call, polished "interpersonal skills"...with a degree to back it up. so i was pretty confidant (and kept a keen eye out for any snobbery my pride might fling at the interviewing manager) but then again, several interviews have gone "well" and resulted in kindly rejection letters (if anything) so my hopes were in neutral, as they have been for some time now (my conscience no doubt conserving the very last scrapings of a tattered self worth)
in the process of prepping myself for a possible turn-down from a mere retail position (because in Atlanta, anything is possible, especially rejection and poverty) I received a call and an attractive offer just two days later--the better part is that the position is with the department of my preference: Action Sports...which includes kayaks/canoes, climbing equip--and cycling--which includes mountainbikes. and mid-interview, a friendly lady who i later learned is the head honcho of this dept (and who probably snagged my resume to boost the female gender count in this area) sympathetically patted me on the back for potentially having to learn and sell not only Cannondale, but also several brands of what I kindly refer to as "comfort cycles"...this is a really difficult thing to explain to someone who isn't really into real mountainbiking. and i, along with many of my trail goers, have perfected the answer to the ever so frequent question "so, what's a good bike to buy?"...to which one replies "well, what do you consider 'good'"...this is an 'inside' retort that i will promptly have to UNlearn and replace with a sincere smile and something like "what sort of riding are you planning to do?" OR "what do you feel you will need in your future bike"...then, and perhaps more importantly, "how much are you willing to spend"
(sneeze) and with springish weather comes springish allergens
the hard part is tactfully guiding people to understand their capabilities. a few acquaintances have naively scoffed at a favorite film (The Collective) that wonderfully flaunts the craft of "sponsored" free-ride cyclists. which is an entirely different type of riding from cross country mountain biking--i've heard things like "yea that's what i do or "heh, I can do that"...and of course one can do a lot of things if they put their mind to it, but, willingness and ability go hand in hand...along with endurance, actual SKILL, and a (somewhat heavy) touch of masochism. not even i would dare set an intent foot on a freeride/downhill cycle...tho i'm rather envious. but if tubby comes in determined to drop two-grand on a bike that he'll never really use to it's full worth, so be it, big-boy. i dont make commission, but i understand the value of sales and marketing. and if i have to take a retail job, i'll be derned if i dont make it a point to be one who is promoted as soon as possible. anywho. so that's my story as of late. i am now employed. and i might add, by #7 of fortune 100s best companies to work for.
and i hear an old riding buddy of mine, joseph, is making a swell move to a bike shop in boone, nc. and i wish him (and his karma) all the best...mwah ha. a tribute pic to old rides below-
that's all for now.
cheerio.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
"in a world"
Last night I watched David Lynchs "Eraserhead" with Jeff. He'd already seen most of it, and warned me it was "typical Lynch"...and maybe I wasn't completely prepared ? but then, how do you prepare for a man who creates films like Lost Highways and Mullholland Drive...so, Eraserhead. I made it 3/4 of the way through before retiring for the night. And so the dreams began.
I have a family, as in mother/father/brothers/sisters/grandparents. and we live in a big house, with a large indoor pool in the basement (me? a dream involving water? surely not)...anyway, for some reason there are fish in the pool? I think, and over breakfast I say maybe we need a few more fish...so that evening, I hear my parents drive up, and yell "open the door"...well, that day I had come across a baby nurse shark...a small animal that would be comfortable in a pool that size. Granted, I have no idea why I want fish or a shark in this pool, but whatever. The more important part is from outside in the yard I hear this father figure (I have no idea who any of the people are) say "well, we have a whale!"...and in they march with a small gray colored whale....A WHALE? oh, not only a whale, they also have a young tiger, two monkeys, a parrot, and a few other wild species better found (or left) in the forests and jungles of elsewhere, certainly not our basement.
My first reaction is of bewilderment, then I move to attempting reasonable discussion with the memebers of my family, who seem to see no problem with the fact that a dozen wild animals were living in our home, and were going to grow up to be LARGE animals. hmmm...so, the first whacked out thing to happen is the tiger eats grandpa. yep. the tiger got into the ductwork and jumped on grandpa while he slept in a hospital bed in the back corner of the basement. This is like a combination of some bizarre cartoon and The Ghost And The Darkness...as in, it seems ridiculous, but it was really like, scary, evil stuff. After that happened I woke up, and drifted in and out of the same dream, which turned into something more scifi than what it had been, until the alarm clock went off at 8:30, afterwhich I snoozed in another weird dream until around 9. All I'm sayin is, and I'm not sayin, I'm just sayin...watching Lynch before bed has to be about the equivalent of doing some crazy drug right before you go into a house of mirrors.
And today was supposed to be sunny, in my fantasy world. But, tut tut, it looks like rain. No pioneering the pool deck today!
tootles
I have a family, as in mother/father/brothers/sisters/grandparents. and we live in a big house, with a large indoor pool in the basement (me? a dream involving water? surely not)...anyway, for some reason there are fish in the pool? I think, and over breakfast I say maybe we need a few more fish...so that evening, I hear my parents drive up, and yell "open the door"...well, that day I had come across a baby nurse shark...a small animal that would be comfortable in a pool that size. Granted, I have no idea why I want fish or a shark in this pool, but whatever. The more important part is from outside in the yard I hear this father figure (I have no idea who any of the people are) say "well, we have a whale!"...and in they march with a small gray colored whale....A WHALE? oh, not only a whale, they also have a young tiger, two monkeys, a parrot, and a few other wild species better found (or left) in the forests and jungles of elsewhere, certainly not our basement.
My first reaction is of bewilderment, then I move to attempting reasonable discussion with the memebers of my family, who seem to see no problem with the fact that a dozen wild animals were living in our home, and were going to grow up to be LARGE animals. hmmm...so, the first whacked out thing to happen is the tiger eats grandpa. yep. the tiger got into the ductwork and jumped on grandpa while he slept in a hospital bed in the back corner of the basement. This is like a combination of some bizarre cartoon and The Ghost And The Darkness...as in, it seems ridiculous, but it was really like, scary, evil stuff. After that happened I woke up, and drifted in and out of the same dream, which turned into something more scifi than what it had been, until the alarm clock went off at 8:30, afterwhich I snoozed in another weird dream until around 9. All I'm sayin is, and I'm not sayin, I'm just sayin...watching Lynch before bed has to be about the equivalent of doing some crazy drug right before you go into a house of mirrors.
And today was supposed to be sunny, in my fantasy world. But, tut tut, it looks like rain. No pioneering the pool deck today!
tootles
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