cross-step cultural, tapping-into-the-underground marketing…
http://www.apple.com/itunes/pepsi/ads/superbowl480.html
n: vb: the spice of imagination
cross-step cultural, tapping-into-the-underground marketing…
http://www.apple.com/itunes/pepsi/ads/superbowl480.html
After I dropped Robin off on the skytrain, I met up with
Afterwards, Adrian, Sophie and I giggled over to Torren’s place. A Dungeon was on the table and people were rolling dice. Scary territory, but not really. A pretty girl gave me a red babydoll T with The Siths “I wear black on the outside because I feel black on the inside” silk screened on it. It’s adorable. I had How Soon Is Now drifting through my mind the rest of the night.
Sophie took naughty pictures of me on the ride back, and I tried to take some interesting ones in a sleeping monstermall.
In other news, I was asked on a date today….
Anyone know what to do on those? I said yes, because I’ve no reason to say no, but I’ve never been….
You’re “Melt With You” by Modern English.
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I had two job interviews yesterday. One in the early, out in farthest Langley, one right after, straight downtown. Ray met me at the end of the Skytrain line and we poked about an antique shop that smelt of the old abandoned hospital. A sweet smell, associated with medical abandonment, age, and cloying decay.
The interview was mediocre. Ray left while I was in with the talkative young man. I wasn’t lying like he wanted me too. Honesty wasn’t expected on certain questions, I could tell.
The transit ride into the city was ridiculous, almost two hours to get from one end to the other. My busride took me right past Michele Chattaways place, though, and that made me smile. Frolicking footsteps with James to visit her, giggling across the very long walk.
The second interview went very well. I truly believe I have a chance. I was so bouyed by the thought of bringing back a job, that I went and bought you a flower – delighted to have found something small to brighten your day. I remembered soon though, there is no You to bring it to anymore. He’s been erased. Aubrey is dead.
The Deli-Llama is finally open. Plan seems to be a bunch of us head on over for Tuesday evening for some comfort-food cafe. 7:30ish?
It’s on Granville almost at Davie, on the Northern side.
Across from the hotel, next to the ScotaiBank Dance Centre.
Look, I am more than aware that every minute, every moment of your day
as you spend it away from me,
you are talking yourself into not wanting anything to do with me.
I know you.
I know this.
Could you at least pretend for five minutes that you ever bloody cared
and stop being such a jerk about it??
Today Adrian and I went down to a Chamber Music Recital of Mishkas. It was a contest, and too bad, but no – her quintet didn’t win. Finally though, we’ve some together pictures.
Since those iPod ads have finally hit our oh-so-fair city – I thought I’d re-post about these:
http://www.somethingawful.com/articles.php?a=1675
they’re brilliant little mini iPod parody adverts. Well worth it. Even if only for the iGir.
I’ve nothing better to do than go through and read my old journal entries.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/porphyre/35978.html?nc=2