Radio Waves
Had a good radio production today for 7-11. Let’s just say we’re gonna’ sell a boat load of Laffy Taffy Melon Madness Slurpees (insert registration mark here) to all the kids out there. If you are in possession of a twelve year old, and said twelve year old happens to consume an aforementioned Laffy Taffy Mango Melon Madness Slurpee, please do not hold me personally responsible for any damage that might occur in their sugar rush-induced state of agitation.
I work in advertising. I’d only feel bad if I sold real crack, not just the candied stuff.
The production turned into a post-production par-tay-tay that, itself, turned into a post-production par-tay-tay with the client. Good times.
Without any sense of irony or sarcasm, it’s probably best if I now turn in for the evening, passing out softly aginst the soft, downy goodness of my favorite pillow. There’s only so much celebrating I can manage at this state in my liver’s life age.
Email Article Thursday, March 30th, 2006 at 09:53pm Mack Simpson
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3 Comments
1. makethelogobigger | March 30th, 2006 at 10:03 pm
Ok, so then, who do I see about brain freeze?
2. Mack Simpson | March 30th, 2006 at 10:14 pm
Take two Red Bulls and call me in the morning. The She Monkey is pissed I spent (drinking) time with the client and not up in the (TV-watching) treetops with her, otherwise I’d provide a detailed description on just the right amount of lukewarm water to drink as an antidote. Such is the life of an ad monkey.
3. makethelogobigger | March 30th, 2006 at 11:43 pm
I see your Red Bulls and raise you, well, a monkey:
http://www.trunkmonkeyad.com/
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