Which leads me to here. I'm writing a fricken blog.
Not because I have to but because I used to write random emails about the things that were pissing me off at the moment. This is apparently, "Pissed off musings. Ver. 2.0" Or maybe it's 3.0 or 8.7. Because back in the 90's, when I worked in media, I wrote a monthly newsletter for my department, which was basically random ramblings about what was pissing me off in the world of media at the moment.
I probably won't be as pissed off here, because I'm making more money. Although that could change at any given time, seeing as I'm an ad guy in his 40's. (Yes, a creative triceratops.) And then I'll be even more pissed off as I have kids to feed.
Why am I writing? And why are you hopefully reading? Because I'm going to chronicle the end of advertising as I know it. With a lot of random ramblings thrown in as I want everyone to think I'm absolutely hilarious.
Also, I watch a lot of tv and read a lot of trashy pop culture bullshit and need a place to vent about how awful stuff is compared to when I was younger. Which really just means I'm getting old quick and taking on real curmudgeonly traits.
Oh, and I live with four women of varying ages. Meaning, I'll be talking a lot about the surprising, oh-so-precious moments in life that can only happen to a father of girls.
And since this is my first post, I'm completely exhausted and probably won't even have the patience to figure out how to post a photo up here. So consider that a carrot for coming back.
Revisit this "blog" in a day or so and you'll see how devilishly handsome this auteur really is.
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