We like Apple Jacks and we really don’t give a damn what you think, that was seemingly the 90s Apple Jacks message. It was manufactured Gen X cynicism.
Marketing, Television, Social Media: Designer, Compositor, Editor, Producer, 90s hip hop aficionado, and dad in the DC metro. I like quiche.
Remember when Barbara in HR, kept sending around emails with that goddamn floral background? And everyone wanted to know how she was doing it because “it is sooo coool.” Barbara killed email’s coolness, like 20 years ago. If anyone asks, “Is email dead?” Thank Barbara
I have a rule against talking about politics or religion online which I am apparently not very good at keeping by yammering on about both. And Twitter.
If McDonald’s had ever tasked Botticelli with creating a sandwich, it would be the McRib.
Every Halloween we are flooded with excellent tales of ghosts, monsters, and things that make us tremble late at night. This is not one of those.
Local broadcast news organizations are losing viewers to instant news options online, over the top services, and death. So what can be done to save these newscasters?
Got a plan to make something go viral? Does your plan include tweeting at local rap and sports stars? If it does your plan is terrible.
I wanted to ask Walter Cronkite for his autograph but was way too shy so instead I took his car registration and tried to show it off to pick up girls on Sundays at church…
This is a bit of a pizza street fight, well not really, but I am looking at differentiation between two of my fave pizza outfits. One mega, one not mega.
Bacon is overrated for a good reason; it’s such a beautiful piece of meat that it ascends to an almost mythical station. It can’t live up to, and at the same … Continue reading Hark! the Half-Elvis Sings (and How to Properly Cook Bacon)
My military school mixtape was an ever-evolving analog account of the music I was obsessed with in the early to mid-90s — what would easily become my favorite decade of Hip-Hop music
A somewhat scatalogical explanation for why I go for aisle seats even though I am petrified of flying