Considering the amazing douche-baggery involved in what today has been, I’ve been actually praying for another new job to come my way. There’s one guy in the office, who loves to take notice regarding the cap for my SoBe bottle that doubles as my water bottle.
“Live Green or Die,” this cap reads. He and I talked about how that’s not exactly the kind of M.O. that these smooth and soft-natured drink manufacturers display. For me, a SoBe drink is cool and refreshing; a drink that calms your nerves, and soothes whatever is currently scraping like nails on a chalkboard that is the lining of your stomach. Now with this new and fairly hostile message under the cap suggesting the good people behind SoBe have been frazzled by the state of our environmental concerns, or they are also part of the guerilla marketing campaign behind Live Free or Die Hard. (People have been placing bumper sticker word balloons exclaiming: “Yippekaiyay, Mo–” over separate unrelated movie posters like Jessica Alba saying the line or Optimus Prime). I would say it’s the former, these good people can’t take this any longer.
Regardless, that’s all I wanted to say in regards to that. Things have been inevitably slow, so in the name of not wanting to do anything for the next three hours while I’m at work, I figured a blog is in order. I’m going home tonight and will be in Lake Placid until Sunday. During that time I fully intend upon devouring PulpHope, and maybe working on something for PanmanSoljan productions for something later this year. I’m going to eat, drink and do whatever the hell I want for the next five days and love every second of it.
In the meantime, enjoy Brian K. Vaughan reviewing the iPhone. Which makes me want it even more. So I can get Georges Jeanty Buffy pages on my God Damn cell-phone. Again: iPhone=Insanity Incarnate.
