I’ve read some intimations about some owners of advertising agencies in England being of a radical bent. Of course not everything is a conspiracy. A lot of weird things are because of incompetence and stupidity, or people modishly following fashionable trends. But not everything is chance either. I do wonder though, how specific the corporate clients get in their advert content requests.

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www.phoneboy.info.

I wonder what his job was like forty years ago.

matigo.ca.

Then it needs a good talking to.

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matigo.ca.

Then there are the adverts between programmes. I don’t know what sin we committed to deserve that deluge of manure. Advertising agencies are clearly owned by total hunts,

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www.phoneboy.info.

I mean competition with your specific idea—spinning up demos that aren’t just visuals.

matigo.ca.

Sounds like a great idea. Leveraging your special talents. Applying them in a service which (I’m guessing) is not readily available to ordinary people and small companies. I know there are tons of web design outfits but I assume they don’t offer proper proof of concept demos for things beyond basic design. I suppose you could be more ambitious and offer the service to bigger outfits but they are so closed-minded. Thorny questions might be how to find the right customers, how to convince them and how to cope with doing all the work yourself if it takes off. It would appear to be (an informed guess again) something where there’s no obvious competition.

matigo.ca.

Getting used to a new vehicle is fun.

matigo.ca.

I assume having files on multiple drives will add complexity though.

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matigo.ca.

When duplication involves thousands of files on multiple drives, some with partially overlapping contents. That’s when it gets annoying.

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peemee.10centuries.org.

It’s easy to deal with a spider on a surface but I’m never quite sure what to do with one dangling in front of my face from the ceiling. I just employed the samurai sword technique with a lambswool duster. I don’t know where spiddy went and I doubt he died but he’s not bothering me now.