I started a proper ad blog in April. It's had a mention on one of the scottish ad websites up here and I've managed to get a book crit off the back of it. Dunno if you're interested but just in case!

http://crabbitcopy.blogspot.com

I have been listening to this album obsessively for two months. My favourite track. Haunting, beautiful, poignant...

I watched Citizen Kane for the first time today. I was bitterly disappointed, not because I thought it was a bad film but because every man and his dog that knows their salt about movies claims it to be one of the most poignant and powerful films in cinematic history.

Well, it was good. But it wasn't that good. I'm confused. I liked the clever shots and lighting but I can't fathom how it is apparently the most important film ever. Am I missing something here?

I also watched Ninja Scroll. Which was aceness in a can. Can't really go wrong with a bit of violent Anime now and again.

Apparently the dudes in Hollywood are making a live action Akira (set in "New Manhattan", WTF?!) and Ghost In The Shell. I'm worried they're going to majorly mess those two up. Although, to be fair, if the blokes in LA can do Watchmen pretty well then there might be some hope. But I'm not holding out.

SHITE, SHITE , SHITE!

That's better :)

Still, that bloody policeman is going to drive me insane. I can tell. I am trying to figure out what the hell I am going to do about this.

I wanted to tell him stuff on Tuesday night after several beers but ended up sending him this instead:

"Did you hear about the two ships that collided at sea? One was carrying blue paint, the other red paint. All the sailors got marooned..."

I don't think that really did the trick. But at least the joke rocks.

I got a job for six months at Edinburgh Zoo. Thank crap for that. That's one less thing to worry about!

Will likely commute for first few months to see how I get on. I don't want to give up my flat in Glasgow. I am like a bloody yo-yo at the moment with where I want to be living.

I went on a date last night. It made me realise I am not a good bet at the moment. What a mess. 

I am going to a ceilidh on Friday. YAYNESS!

I have two job interviews next week. One for the air traffic controller job (which I haven't done any studying for yet) and the other for a further educational college in Edinburgh.

I have to prepare a ten minute powerpoint presentation on the question:

"What innovation will you bring to the marketing section?"

Could that question be any more retarded?

Another job interview tomorrow. Argh!

This is the third in as many weeks. I seem to be good at writing application forms. But not so good at interviews. Hmm.

I am so annoyed at my kitchen. All the food smells cling to you when you're in there. I just had to change my shirt because it stinks of scotch broth. RUDE.

Started new temp job on Monday. Grand office and all, but what REALLY grinds my gears is the fact I am working as a temp in what should be a full time position.

Temping is fine. If it's a temporary job. A lot of temp jobs you're only there for four weeks, then the project is finished and you go somewhere else. That's traditionally what temping was all about.

No longer. These days bastard organisations (like the Glasgow City Council for example) exploit temporary workers to the extreme. The job I'm doing is an ongoing position, which means that a full-time salaried, unionised, pensioned, bank-holidayed, sick paid employee of the council should be doing it.

But no. It's me. With no worker rights whatsoever I am doing a full-time administration job. What makes it even more galling is that five out of the ten positions in the office are filled by temps. Talk about exploitation. It's disgusting.

Some of the temps have been there for over a year. My jaw dropped open when I heard that. I wonder how much money the council has saved by ripping off these workers and giving their HR department less work to do.

I'd quit due to my moral outrage, but I'm not that lucky. I need the money so I have to bite down hard on my tongue and get on with it. Suffice to say I will make sure I am not in this shite job for a year.

Also, my offices at Glasgow City Council don't recycle. Raging.

I am so sick of this bullshit already and it's been four days.

Oooooh, I do adore this song. The lyrics are especially lovely...

I went out with two of my friends last night. It went really rather well and I had an awfully good time. Unfortunately, today I woke up with a headache that could split diamonds. Drinking white wine and cider and then shoogling it all up on the dancefloor is not to be recommended.

I bumped into this vibrant little girl in the bathroom during the evening. In that drink-fuelled, sociable way we started chatting at the mirrors and I was given a peek into her life. It made me sad. This chatty, tiny girl was only nineteen and had already bethrothed herself to someone after only three months. I told her I was happy for her because she was seeking reassurance - I could see it in her eyes, but really I just wanted to tell her not to be such a silly child and re-think her decision.

I didn't think that due to spite or cruelty. She told me her fiance had managed to rack up an ex-wife and child already and that she was willingly going to marry this chap despite his obvious baggage. She even introduced me to him. When I looked at him all I could sense was his deviousness and manipulation. He had long, lanky hair, bad teeth and a general look of ill health and abrasiveness about him. He looked like a junkie. We have plenty of them in Scotland, particularly Glasgow, and you learn to spot them from a mile off so as to avoid any unpleasant dealings with them. So in short, this potential husband was not what I would consider a good bet.

I wonder if that girl will get married to him. I wonder if she realises she's probably making a huge error.

But then, emotions are blinding and can make you do the strangest of things.

I didn't win the lottery. Damn.

Looks like I'll need another get rich quick scheme. Any suggestions?

This is so genuinely disturbing it makes me upset.




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I think I might spew he's so hot.

Well, my first book crit went quite well this evening. I had an absolute nightmare trying to get to the agency though. It was dark, there were absolutely no road signs and I was shuffling about a creepy industrial estate with my portfolio in tow.

On reflection it was really rather dangerous. I was half expecting someone to jump out the bushes and attempt to mug me, so I thought my book would be at least worth something if I smacked the assailant over the head and gave them a concussion. Then at least my ideas would have a physical impact. Luckily no harm was had and I arrived, sweaty and off kelter, ready to get my critique.

It was my first book crit in a year and a half and the senior writer that had a shufty was incredibly helpful. I think he was more than aware of the horrific uphill struggle I'm going to have trying to secure another paid position. It truely will be epic. The way things are now the agencies are tightening the purse strings with such a rage as to lop any stray fingers off, so I could be in for a long slog.

He made a good suggestion that hadn't crossed my mind. When I expressed my love of writing radio, he suggested I get in touch directly with the commercial stations to try and glean some freelance from them. His main advice was to go freelance at the moment in general, but obviously it's going to be more difficult for me as I only have a year's experience.

Still, my book went down well. What a relief. He suggested  I tweak things here and there but thankfully none of the campaigns were considered pap. He also confirmed for me I would benefit from partnering up with an art director. Too damn right. Now, where to find a stray one...

Another two crits tomorrow. Should be good to see the differences in opinion.

Oxymoron:




Ingredients: Cereals (Oats {22%}, Wholewheat Flour, Wheat Flour), Chocolate Chips (16%) (Cocoa Mass, Sugar, Cocoa Butter, Fat Reduced Cocoa Powder, Emulsifier {Soy Lecithin}), Vegetable Oil, Sugar, Fructose, Glucose Syrup, Milk Whey Powder, Salt, Raising Agent (E500), Emulsifier (Soy Lecithin), Flavouring, Stabiliser (Sodium Alginate), Antioxidant (Mixed Tocopherols), Colour Caramel (E150c), Niacin, Iron, Vitamin B6, Riboflavin(B2), Thiamin (B1), Folic Acid, Vitamin B12.

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For more interesting posters take a look at 30reasons.org. Well worth a visit - I have been keeping tabs on it daily. Enjoy. 

Ice cream cone cock. Yummy. Looks like she's got a good grip going there and her sticky index finger is just the cherry on the top. Or should I say the spunk on the hand? Meh, it's six and half a dozen really.

I am also confused by the dude in the ice cream van. Soft ice? I think NOT the way this lady can chow down on her long, sweet treat. I'm surprised I can see both his hands. Maybe he's grinding up against the van for a bit of friction?

And we mustn't forget the pole (dick) shadow (dick) touching her shoulder. Dick. Dick. Dick.

Lap it up boys! Oh, wait. That's her job.

My colleague and I had an animated conversation about earthworms today at work after I declared we should get a wormery for our vast volume of fruit and vegetable waste we accumulate every day.

I discovered many earthwormy facts as we dived into their soily, underground world:

- Earthworms are hermaphrodites.
- Typical earthworms have five pairs of hearts.
- Worms can regenerate their bodies.
- Worm casts are made up of worm poo!

But holy crap, this was the best part of it all. I don't know whether to be amused or go vomit...