Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Guaranteed
It's almost crazy that we don't listen to this song more often. Especially on a Sunday evening.
The worse thing about New York
Its total lack of harmony with European football and its timezones. You see, football is of utmost importance to me. It is the quality of life. The reason I go up in the morning. At 7am on weekends.
The best football is being played in Europe. That’s a fact, and unfortunately something even The Greatest Country In The World can change or sync with. So when the early game starts on Saturday at 1pm – it takes no consideration for late night crazy New York partying. None at all. It’s very frustrating.
People I know have left the country because of it. I am beyond happy that I work with a sports – football – brand enabling the big screen is constantly dedicated to football whenever important games are played.
The best football is being played in Europe. That’s a fact, and unfortunately something even The Greatest Country In The World can change or sync with. So when the early game starts on Saturday at 1pm – it takes no consideration for late night crazy New York partying. None at all. It’s very frustrating.
People I know have left the country because of it. I am beyond happy that I work with a sports – football – brand enabling the big screen is constantly dedicated to football whenever important games are played.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Re: Season's Greetings from TF Cornerstone Inc.
Customized Christmas email design on the greeting card in our building.
New logo - again!
Old.
New.
OK. Call me madness, hijacker of art or simply just scream about loud. It's ok, do it. I'll wait.
I've just been bored at home and suddenly a new By: Beckett logo was made. We do like to experiment here but this might be way more extreme than any other logos ever created. It's cleaner, yes - but look again - it contains my full name. It's like blunting yourself out there. "Hey, yeh, soo. Ok, no one cares. Fine."
It's also way too fancy, too much fashion and too artsy for most of us and we're definitely not sure here. At all. But as always we'll give it a go. For a while.
Don't be too surprised if it's removed/replaced before very soon though.
New.
OK. Call me madness, hijacker of art or simply just scream about loud. It's ok, do it. I'll wait.
I've just been bored at home and suddenly a new By: Beckett logo was made. We do like to experiment here but this might be way more extreme than any other logos ever created. It's cleaner, yes - but look again - it contains my full name. It's like blunting yourself out there. "Hey, yeh, soo. Ok, no one cares. Fine."
It's also way too fancy, too much fashion and too artsy for most of us and we're definitely not sure here. At all. But as always we'll give it a go. For a while.
Don't be too surprised if it's removed/replaced before very soon though.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Sizes
Walked by the folded ping-pong table just now when I realized how I can’t handle jumbo sized things. If the mug/plate is huge I’ll fill it up. To its limit. Never fails.
The coffee cup I usually use is a regulated sized cup. Nothing weird. Today I took a different coffee cup – a much larger cup (also a new cup - hooray) when it stroked me. I cannot, not, fill it up.. So when I use a larger cup I drink more coffee. A larger amount is digested/inhaled/etc than usual. This also goes for plates and food. It’s the cup’s/plate’s size fault that I’m going to become fat. Glad we’ve sorted that before obesity hits big.
The coffee cup I usually use is a regulated sized cup. Nothing weird. Today I took a different coffee cup – a much larger cup (also a new cup - hooray) when it stroked me. I cannot, not, fill it up.. So when I use a larger cup I drink more coffee. A larger amount is digested/inhaled/etc than usual. This also goes for plates and food. It’s the cup’s/plate’s size fault that I’m going to become fat. Glad we’ve sorted that before obesity hits big.
Fastest Time To Name All Star Trek Movies In Chronological Order
So adorable. Geek-ness at its finest.
This is so utterly awesome
Ataque de Pánico! (Panic Attack!). Made with a $300 budget and will deservedly earn the young Uruguayan filmmaker, Fede Alvarez a glooming Hollywood career.
Social Security Office
You were "strictly prohibited" to take photos in there. But being a man of adventure I boldly did it anyway just to try to give a sense of depression.
Just like Chase Bank, the Social Security office was obnoxiously boring. Decorated exactly like a cabin on a Finland Ferry, and with the exact same uplifting atmosphere. Sat for two hours before the irregular waiting-order finally ended on me (it was one (1) numbnber away from my turn when I arrived). Chit-chated with the half-fat guy in the counter for a while, "Oh Sweden, that's fun", "Aaah copywiter - sounds like a lot of fun", and I could only agree. Anything and everything was probably funnier than this.
Crazy amount of paperwork you had to fill in and sign before you went there. One poor fella claimed he had traveled from Jamaica but had to leave cause he hadn't filled it out prior. Yes - they didn't even had those forms there. At the office.
Just like Chase Bank, the Social Security office was obnoxiously boring. Decorated exactly like a cabin on a Finland Ferry, and with the exact same uplifting atmosphere. Sat for two hours before the irregular waiting-order finally ended on me (it was one (1) numbnber away from my turn when I arrived). Chit-chated with the half-fat guy in the counter for a while, "Oh Sweden, that's fun", "Aaah copywiter - sounds like a lot of fun", and I could only agree. Anything and everything was probably funnier than this.
Crazy amount of paperwork you had to fill in and sign before you went there. One poor fella claimed he had traveled from Jamaica but had to leave cause he hadn't filled it out prior. Yes - they didn't even had those forms there. At the office.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Browser Size!
Interesting visualization from Google Labs about the different browser sizes on people's computers/screens.
Knowing New York
Realized I know nothing about this city. First time I went here during the summer of 2007, I felt that I could easily be in command of any given Guide Tour. The grid pattern and genius positioning of the street and avenues ion consequential order made me feel invincible. Ever since that first trip I’ve felt more and more lost on my return visits. This place is immense.
Turns out its not simply built on the four corner pillars I first thought after all (Downtown, Lower East/West, Midtown, Upper East/West and Harlem – five I know – but who goes to up north besides black people and Yankee fans, ey). It is divided into all these million of more areas/districts than anyone thought possible. Scattered. Everywhere. Something that could easily break the toughest Marine and make him feel empty and lost. Being a survivor of nature I usually endure the days anyway.
This Christmas my family and a good, good friend is coming to New York. But before we yell, yippee, we need to assert a few things. They’re going to expect a virtuosic guiding of this city and will expect it from me. Problem is, I know of no good restaurants or any sightseeing worthy of a visit. "Well, Statue of Liberty is on the other side of the river there, and look - isn't this Wall Street, just a couple of blocks down". Heck I see the Statue every other morning on my runs (we give each other the courtesy-nod of respect) and have my lunch from wherever the gang of choice for the day decides to go (my pick is always The Vietnamese) and dinner is usually either cooked at home or ordered from my new favorite, Bennie’s Thai Café.
I mean, sometimes I go out, of course, I am just never in charge and have no idea of where we’re going or later recollection of any location/name.
Damn it. I hate acknowledging these things. Makes me feel pitiful. Knowing New York, instigated.
Turns out its not simply built on the four corner pillars I first thought after all (Downtown, Lower East/West, Midtown, Upper East/West and Harlem – five I know – but who goes to up north besides black people and Yankee fans, ey). It is divided into all these million of more areas/districts than anyone thought possible. Scattered. Everywhere. Something that could easily break the toughest Marine and make him feel empty and lost. Being a survivor of nature I usually endure the days anyway.
This Christmas my family and a good, good friend is coming to New York. But before we yell, yippee, we need to assert a few things. They’re going to expect a virtuosic guiding of this city and will expect it from me. Problem is, I know of no good restaurants or any sightseeing worthy of a visit. "Well, Statue of Liberty is on the other side of the river there, and look - isn't this Wall Street, just a couple of blocks down". Heck I see the Statue every other morning on my runs (we give each other the courtesy-nod of respect) and have my lunch from wherever the gang of choice for the day decides to go (my pick is always The Vietnamese) and dinner is usually either cooked at home or ordered from my new favorite, Bennie’s Thai Café.
I mean, sometimes I go out, of course, I am just never in charge and have no idea of where we’re going or later recollection of any location/name.
Damn it. I hate acknowledging these things. Makes me feel pitiful. Knowing New York, instigated.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Robin Hood!
They also released one for Iron man 2 - but I can't embed it - so CLICK here to watch it. It's worth it.
Hairdo FAILS
Office Christmas party tomorrow and it couldn’t have worse timing. We’re not talking about the fact that most of the creative crew are having late nights as standard, or that the TV Commercial recording session stole two thirds of our workday today, or that I’m doing this kind of stuff instead of focusing my full attention on – working.
No. We’re obviously concerned about the fact it occurs on a Thursday. Monday and Thursday is washing-the-hair-days. Meaning hair won’t be good until Friday (perfected on Saturday, tortured all Sunday before finally cleansed on Monday). Damn you, Office Christmas Party, damn you.
Oh, if you're in town - swing by. It'll be grand, as soon as I've consumed too many beer and forgot about this whole hair-issue, I promise.
No. We’re obviously concerned about the fact it occurs on a Thursday. Monday and Thursday is washing-the-hair-days. Meaning hair won’t be good until Friday (perfected on Saturday, tortured all Sunday before finally cleansed on Monday). Damn you, Office Christmas Party, damn you.
Oh, if you're in town - swing by. It'll be grand, as soon as I've consumed too many beer and forgot about this whole hair-issue, I promise.
Online conversations
Finding it really difficult sometimes for people who keep entire conversations between them on Facebook’s wall. Sure, I tend to use that puppy too, but sometimes it’s just unbearable. It’s gruel for everyone else – cause we’re forced to follow. Starts with some retarded question, a reply in cyberspace and then the conversation goes nuts and all we can think is “pick up the damn phone people.”
Especially when we know that they know each other – well – or to make matters worse – the issue/topic – really is something that should be kept between them. Really. I.e. not in open cyberspace. For everyone else to read. More amusing for us, of course, but I can’t help but feel sorry and retarded on their behalf.
Especially when we know that they know each other – well – or to make matters worse – the issue/topic – really is something that should be kept between them. Really. I.e. not in open cyberspace. For everyone else to read. More amusing for us, of course, but I can’t help but feel sorry and retarded on their behalf.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Fatigued
Until today I haven’t experienced complete exhaustion from swimming before. Weird feeling. Everything started as normal, me in the pool and this other fella arriving exactly ten minutes after me. Regardless if I’m late or not – this man joins ten minutes after. Never fails. We start our normal daily routine – me chasing his laps and count how many times I can pass him, he is doubtlessly a better swimmer than me but I like the unspoken but agreed competitive chase we’re up to and he enjoys the swim in a more calm pace, I guess.
Then this lady arrives. This 40+ -year old woman with wobbling skin sinks down in the pool and starts pushing these monstrous strokes. Completely stunned I amp up and try to keep up with her (I’m in front of her and decide to forget to breathe if she'd pass me). But she does it so calmly, so effortless, so elegant. Caressing the water with each stroke, just floating away. Like an arrow. Or whatever spears through the water with grace and simplicity.
I do my best just to remain up front, swallowing water and splashing away – while being mentally occupied by two things. Stay in front of her – and make it look like I do it without any thinking/effort whatsoever. When I was done I was absolutely spent. Disguising my heavy panting while trying to remember to make that seem effortless. “Nah I’m good, just swallowed a mouthful of water here on this my last very stroke, yeah can you believe it.”
Then this lady arrives. This 40+ -year old woman with wobbling skin sinks down in the pool and starts pushing these monstrous strokes. Completely stunned I amp up and try to keep up with her (I’m in front of her and decide to forget to breathe if she'd pass me). But she does it so calmly, so effortless, so elegant. Caressing the water with each stroke, just floating away. Like an arrow. Or whatever spears through the water with grace and simplicity.
I do my best just to remain up front, swallowing water and splashing away – while being mentally occupied by two things. Stay in front of her – and make it look like I do it without any thinking/effort whatsoever. When I was done I was absolutely spent. Disguising my heavy panting while trying to remember to make that seem effortless. “Nah I’m good, just swallowed a mouthful of water here on this my last very stroke, yeah can you believe it.”
Monday, December 14, 2009
I’ve been robbed!
So we’re filming this commercial inside our office on Wednesday and they sent out Staff email requesting for Extras. I didn’t feel the urge and never replied but Liz, our gorgeous receptionist even came over to my desk and asked me if I was interested, but I politely said, no. Now it’s full, they managed to get their nine volunteers they needed.
Turns out every extra are also getting paid $300. This is the info they left out. Guess they wanted passionate actors and not the ones looking for the cash, glory and fame. Basterds.
Turns out every extra are also getting paid $300. This is the info they left out. Guess they wanted passionate actors and not the ones looking for the cash, glory and fame. Basterds.
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