April 4th, 2003


The Point Of It All. I Guess.

Good Lord, I write an entry about diarrhea and suddenly my livejournal gets over 1,700 page views in a single day. So for you attention whores out there, start eating that raw diseased pork loin as soon as you can.


Well last week, our Web site, which was a finalist in the 3D category at the Flash Film Festival, didn't win. But that was kind of expected given that we were up against tokyoplastic.com, which did win. That was the bad news.

The good news is that a couple of days later, we were notified that our Web site was one of the winners of the Communication Arts Interactive Competition. We'd been trying to win that bloody thing for the past two or three years and got shut out. In fact it was easier for us to get into their Advertising Annual, which is supposed to be a much bigger deal and more difficult. This kind of lead us to accuse them of being clique-ish assholes who favored design agencies over ad agencies. Well not any more, me love them long time.

Hopefully I don't sound like I'm tooting my own horn (It's physically impossible for 99% of the male population anyway. Not that I've tried.). It's just that all these awards and crap are how us shallow advertising creatives beef up our resumes. It's simply a means to getting a slightly better job and a slightly higher salary. All in the hopes that one day we'll be able to attain what all men ultimately seek to attain...

Hot gold-digging bitches.


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