A pivotal moment has arrived...

Ok, so let me get this right. These two media whores crash a party at the White House and now are shopping their story around to various networks asking for "mid six figures" to hear their story. Don't kid yourselves, this is a moment that allows us as a society to prove we are evolving. Memo to all networks, DO NOT PAY THESE MORONS A SINGLE CENT! The media as a whole needs to turn their backs on these two and send a message. This is not news, it's a publicity stunt. This is not news. It's the lowest form of entertainment. Word has it that these two are part of a reality show "Real Wives of Washington, DC". This is not news! I'm not kidding when I say this is a watershed moment in our evolution as a culture. If a network accepts and pays for this story, it only proves that we are a slight step up from a monkey who throws poop against its cage and plays with itself constantly. Maybe we're already there with the whole Octo-Mom and the balloon boy hoax. My hope is that this will be a final straw and that society as a whole will recoil in terror at this whole thing. But unfortunately, I think we are destined for a life of poop throwing...

Ramblin'...

I guess an introduction is in order...

I'm a advertising copywriter by trade. But in a bigger sense I'm a writer. I write graphic novels, (draw 'em too). I edit other people's stuff. I've created and written print ads, TV ads, radio spots, ambient ads, and web ads (regular and unleaded). I've done all of that on a steady diet of coffee and donuts - hence the name of the blog.

Really this blog serves no real purpose. It's a creative outlet for my ramblings on a wide variety of topics. Anything that hits my brain and causes some swelling will be addressed, praised or ridiculed. They say there's no sacred cows in the ad business. I think that's true in life as well. It's a shame really. I've always wondered what a cold glass of sacred milk would taste like with my Oreos.

And that's my introduction.