But, enough already. It's bad enough that I can no longer come out of my old apartment on the corner of West 11th Street and Bleeker. Pop into the Magnolia Bakery for my pastry and coffee before going off to the Gym to work off the over-indulgences of the previous evening... Whatever... I used to look forward to picking up the New York Times in my frozen hands as I trudged through the garbage and various assembleges of detrius on my way to my daily flagellation of soul and spirit... Wow... Not bad for an aged Ad Wanker! Anyway, I have come to the conclusion that Stuart Elilot is a very poor reflection on Randall Rothenberg... And if you haven't read Randall's wonderful book... "Where the Suckers Moon." You should immedaiately go out and shoot yourself. Because this is the ultimate exposition of why this busines is so completely FU++ED up... OK, OK, I know I promised KnowMoreMedia I wouldn't be profane on AdHurl... But, sometimes I get so mad, I can't help myself... Sorry!!! Anyway... Going back to the New York Times Ad Collumn in today's business section... Guess what... Stuart Elliott isn't even there. He's on vacation on Cancoun, or wherever the 'Cruiserati of Mad Ave" are this week! Whatever, Money is Money... OK!!
?
Hello, remember me? I used to do ads that didn't insult your intelligence. Today, agencies not only do ads that insult your intelligence, they also do ads that insult your manhood, your inability to hold your water after twenty cans of lager, and your inability to smile when a grotty bird kicks you in the nuts!!
Comment Preview