I’m the type of guy who would never visit a nightclub, but would be delighted to make music for one.
Track name: Knock Knock
On second thought, this doesn’t sound anywhere close to dance music. This sounds more like a scene where the villain gets revealed, possibly John Travolta. Speaking of John Travolta, the last time someone tried to grab my dick against my will was when I was in highschool. Cab driver had special interest in children. Sweet child hood memories.
I like to watch fidgety people in the audience lose their shit during a piano concert. They’ll try their best to sit through it, but in the end, their hands start to shake, like they’re going through some sort of withdrawal.
Whenever I see a religious statue pop up on a busy street, I feel like we’ve failed as an “intelligent” species, but then again, there exists, a gigantic, Titanium statue of Yuri Gagarin (the first human to travel to outer space), and that thing looks killer! The only difference between the two is that one’s a little less unnecessary than the other. Plus, now we know where to go when the aliens strike. Yuri is going to burst out of that Titanium armour and do some Avengers-style shit.
Lately I’ve been walking into my bedroom thinking, “there’s not enough light in here”. Then I’ll switch on another light. That’s when I realized, it’s the light in my eyes that has gone dark.
I make myself laugh when I write this type of crap
I watched an amazing documentary about rock climbing called Free Solo yesterday. After I got back home, I made a joke about the movie on Twitter. I saw that someone liked my Tweet today. It was my first like ever. Turns out, the person who liked my tweet was involved in making the movie. Too bad my Twitter, like this blog, is anonymous.
One of my best friends is getting married in a few months and I have to admit that I’m a little jealous. It is quite exciting to think about, you know, a wife, family, kids, bill payments, the first time your kid holds your thumb, getting a babysitter, theme parks and diapers. But if there’s a scale on maturity-level to get married, lets say a scale from 1 to 10, I am not on that scale. Like, the scale is in the kitchen and I’m at the grocery store.
Here’s the ad:
Chef walks in, makes a few plates of the best looking dishes I’ve ever seen. As he’s giving it it’s final touches, the head chef walks in with a notepad, and asks him to trash everything, and make something else. The chef, completely heartbroken, whips out his phone and pays his power bill, online( I guess that’s the new rad thing to do, to pay your bills when your boss irritates you). Next thing you know, he gets some money as “cash back” for paying the bill using a certain payments app. The ad reads, “Unlike your boss, we appreciate everything you do”.
My takeaway from the ad:
I sat at the table, eating breakfast. This was the first thing I watched on a Monday morning. I thought to myself, “people actually get paid to do this, to make this ad. There had to have been a meeting between the marketing team and the advertising company regarding the story for this ad, and they all approved this. Must have been a hell of a presentation.” I thought about the bright side,”everything that happens to me today will be better than this”. I realized there’s only one thing left to do. So I downloaded the app.
