A New Career Highlight.

Take that, Perth landmarks.
Co-credit must go to James, I spose.

Happy Birthday to ME (not James)

Today marks 25 years since the birth of me, whom you all know and love. But alas, my special day has been usurped. Not once, but twice.

James has had the bad taste to have his birthday tomorrow, and therefore is weaseling my birthday kudos away. I made him a site. Go there immediately and say how much you hate him.
THEN, the suits upstairs decided to use my birthday morning tea to announce some winners of some contest that I don't care about (I would care if you had won, Yella).

But I gots a sweet clock from a lovely, and this tops HomestarRunner shirt from James (but I'ma keep the hate alive).











Oh yeah, and Josh is some kinda famous.
God save the Queen.

Making Perth a Better Place

For all those in cheery Perth, this is for you.
For all those not in cheery Perth, I hope you appreciate the blood anyway.
Check out our client's website here and pass it on here!

Liver Little

This is a little in-agency invitation we did for a staff party a couple of years ago, it somehow found its way only the internet, so I may as well point you there and take the credit!
Flolloping a bloody sheep liver around on someone's newly tiled bathroom floor was truly a highlight of my career.

Latest Past Time

I've found my new calling: writing stuff on leaves.
From now on I'm going to direct all my spare energies into penning useful messages upon the spawn of trees to give some lost souls direction in life (anyone taking advice from leaves pretty much qualifies as a 'lost soul' in my book).
Leaves. Fotune cookies of the sky.

That's One Scraped Barrel

Me 1 - Teabag 0

That'll learn you.

Ad Agency Lackeys

Need a painting hung up on a wall? Get a man with a hammer and a nail to come in.

Office plants looking unsightly? Get some people in to wipe the leaves with a wet cloth.

Someone write 'Scott no mates' in permanent marker on one of the office doors previously tenanted by an Art Director named Scott?
Well we wouldn't want to get turpentine on OUR hands.

Ad agency life, how I love you.

Moral Dilemma

Ok, there's a new spaz-box at work and though I really want to consume it's delicious offerings, I don't really care to support the cause.
I've previously put money into the Native Bird Box and in the Random Kids Netball Team Box, but that was just so I wouldn't have my eyes pecked out or have to watch any netball games, which is really the same thing I guess.

One Day...

One Day they'll let me make the agency Christmas Card again. Last year's attempt didn't go down so well.

Happy Tuesd'y

Tuesday 9th May.
Efforts to bring in 'Wear Pink Slippers to Work Tuesdays' so far not going as planned.

Gimme Your Stuff.™

Everyone go make friends with a Texan IMMEDIATELY!

A new friend of ours from texas requested we send her a tin of Aussie Milo, and in exchange, she'll send some tex-mex for our enjoyment. (She didn't say she was going to send 15 kilos of tex-mex, but that's another story).

When we received our much awaited package, it was like all our non-religious specific holiday celebrations had come at once. We wondered how we could share this joy with the world...

So, in conjunction with Thomp, and Lori Witzel I'd like to introduce... Gimme Your Stuff.™ A cultural exchange blog. A conduit for many an international cuisine can change hands. A place where you can trade a newspaper from South Africa, or a CD from Finland. A place where Thom and I take no responsibility for anything anyone else does. A place where we are Changing the world with other people's stuff.™

PS. I have plentiful aussie foodstuffs for the swapping! Milo, Vegemite and Anzac Bikkies all round... plus TimTams, the king of all aussie foods - trust me people, you want these!!!

Transplant Recipient Tragedy

The anti-rejection drugs didn't work.
He was struck down at the height of his fame. At the pinnacle of his achievement. In the apple of his... youth.
WHYYYYYYY??!

Beards and Bellies

I've Done It!

It's official. I've performed the first complete Gummybear face transplant. It was a close call, but everyone's doing well.

Milo the Bush Kangaroo

I was in the kitchen at work and thought I'd put together a photo-essay on Milo for my American pals. It's not so much a 'photo-essay' as a 'photo' really, but it endeavours to show the story of Milo anyhow.

I've included both full cream milk and it's fat-reduced brethren so you don't get confused and think you can only use the one variety... Plus I have included the milo in three states; tinned (as it's found in the wild), powdered all over the floor and dissolved in a delicious drink. I've neglected to depict the Milo in other states (cold, sprinkled on icecream, etc) but I have a job, people.

You may have noticed the light emanating from behind the Milo. This is to illustrate how the Milo goes 'laaaaa' like the sun rising over the mountains.

Ps. See how yummy our milk is? In the most unoffensive way possible, your US of A milk is not fit to be in the presence of our delicious Milo. It tastes like powdery water. When I was there I was afraid to put it on my morning bowl of sugar lollies.
I mean Cereal.

New School Stories

Just sittin' here listening to the Mighty Boosh... Bring back radio shows I say. Give poor old Foley Jim another shot before he dies.
People should be utilising Podcasts to make radio shows. I'd listen like a fox. But woe betide any of you who makes a racket while I'm listening to my stories.

Bleach and Breakfast Seminars

Who was the Dumb that invented the Breakfast Seminar? Who really wants to wake up at 6 to go listen to some guy talk about how to do radio ads? Ok it WAS entertertaining. And funny. And we did get free breakfast with coffee and danishes and all the waitpeople we ever could desire...
We basically sat there for an hour listening to Ricky Gervais radio spots whilst eating delicious food and not working.
But come on, it was 7am.

Happy Monday

You know it's gonna be a good day when you see a man in a purple teletubby suit running through Perth city.
No, I really did.

Kinda Like Kool Aid