Anyone seen a leg?
I come from ranching stock. My dad was a real life, honest to god Texas cowboy and, as you might imagine, he has a colorful phrase for just about any human condition imaginable. (And his way with words probably contributed more than just a little to my becoming a writer.)
When things get a little hectic, he’s likely to say he’s “as busy as a one-legged man at an ass-kicking contest.”
Today I’m missing a leg.
We’re stitching together the Gatorade presentation for Monday, I need to go through another presentation that’s on-tap for Friday at 7-Eleven, begin creative development on 2007 Chiquita work, find a replacement for my art director, Jason, and get up to speed on two other large accounts my group will be taking on (more on that later as there’s quite a bit of agency news that’s currently hush-hush).
The good news is I have several long rants planned for this space– including delving into one aspect of the whole Snakes Down the Drain “thing” that hasn’t been touched on yet– but I simply have neither the time nor the energy at the end of the day to commit my words to paper electrons.
Expect brief (but hopefully interesting) nibbles and noshes for the next few days, at least until I can get a few things in my rearview mirror.
RespondEmail Article Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006 at 09:11pm Mack Simpson
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