File under “My new favorite thing.”
I cannot tell you how many similar, if not identical, experiences I’ve had that are posted on this site. Maybe the following scenario will be my first contribution:
Background: I was part of a team that shot and produced a promotional video to be used on a Web site.
Client: I like the video but I don’t like the bald man.
Me: I’m sorry?
Client: The bald man. By the window. He makes me uneasy. Can’t you just photoshop him out?
Me: Well, actually no, seeing as its a video presentation.
Client: But I’ve seen this done before!
Me: I don’t think we have room in our budget for CGI…
This Web site isn’t just for design-folk. ANYBODY who deals with customers will surely get a laugh out of it.
Baking red velvet cupcakes for a charity bake sale. Griffin has presented a strong argument that she falls into the “charity” category. “A” for effort… and a cupcake, too.
Apologies for one sad post following another, but it has come to my attention that I have a knack for writing about sad things— at least people in my office think so. In this past week alone I have written a eulogy (not to be delivered by me - that’s another story entirely), a piece involving sick children, and rejection letters.
Need to fire somebody?
Here, allow me to ruin somebody’s life with the stroke of a few keys.
Lose a loved one?
I will ease your grief before you reach the end of the first paragraph.
Didn’t get the internship?
We’ll be besties by the time you get to my signature block.
I’m more than aware that this is probably less about my wordsmithing skills as it is people not wanting to do the dirty work. I just hope the day never comes where I’m on the receiving end of “…we wish you every personal and professional success…”
I wish so much I could convey the meaning of bonfire, or even Aggie spirit, to all you non-Aggies out there. I wasn’t there when this happened, but I still get so moved seeing what our Aggie family does for one another, even 10 years later.
As if I needed another reason to love this city.
I was out enjoying the absolutely gorgeous weather on Sunday when I stopped dead in my tracks and squealed with delight. What would evoke such a embarrassing noise from your author, you ask?
Cue “SQUEEEEEE!” from me.
I had unknowingly stumbled across DC’s first ever Tweed Ride!
Leave the fussiness to us and avoid it by appearing on vintage bikes, vintage inspired bikes, fixed geared machines and dapper attire. Leave the fleece, lycra and rugged outer shells at home. This ride is for the dandy!
Needless to say, I stood on the street corner, hands clapping together like a four-year-old as I watched the handsome group go by. Absolutely divine.
Check out more photos of the event here.
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My dad rules at that whole “being supportive” thing.
Taxation without representation - one of the few downsides of living in the District.
Occasionally, I have to attend public hearings on behalf of clients. Occasionally, they’re interesting. And occasionally, they are make-you-want-to-tear-your-hair-out boring. Today was once of those occasions. As in the boring kind.
Frankly, today didn’t stand much of a chance:
Miserable, right? Plus, I had to venture all the way to Maryland for this event. (FULL DISCLOSURE: I am a self-professed DC snob and hate stepping outside district lines, even when its just a 20-minute trip to the land of Mary.)
Running late already, I burst into the venue and attempt to find a seat without drawing too much attention to myself. Find a seat was easy, while entering unnoticed was not. Why? Because the place was EMPTY, save the people on the panel.
Ever the dedicated ones, the panelists continued with the event as planned, all eight hours long. I can’t even listen to my friends for 8 hours-straight, much less government wonks. And since I was the ONLY PERSON THERE, they were quite literally talking to ME.
I wish I could say it was fascinating and my mind has been forever changed, but I can’t. I actually feel bad for the panelists, because they seemed super jazzed about their topics. Here’s to hoping for a better turnout tomorrow. Because what’s more conducive to attendance than a coldy, rainy miserable Thursday? An even colder, rainier FRIDAY. Ugh.
