I was an NYC
advertising copywriter for 20 years. Now, I'm The Best Fucking Ad Critic In The World™. I hate
capri pants. Also: advertising, marketing, social media, PR, midtown, the Upper East Side, the
Upper West Side, going to Brooklyn, NYC realtors, New York City, fake
blondes, real blondes, saline implants, silicone implants, Civil War
enthusiasts, Republicans, Democrats, Liberals, Conservatives, fireworks,
parades, Summer, Winter, greeting cards, stuffed animals, children's
drawings, religions, personal trainers, golf, golf courses, golfers,
polo shirts, turtlenecks, scarves, The Yankees, Yankee fans, mooks,
Streeters, iBankers, the Hamptons, Hoboken, Chicago, Texas, Florida,
people who don't know how to walk in NYC, whistling, TV, Radio,
Magazines, Newspapers, stand-up comedy, Improv comedy, sketch comedy,
"alt" comedy, Readings, poetry slams, SUVs, drinking straws, weddings,
Brunch, fondue fountains, journalists, screenwriters (dicks), short men
(Napoleon Complexed turds), Scrabble®, people who don't hate anything. I
probably at least don't care for you.
(click image) JESUS, he's tall. Looks like yet another Jehovah Witness Watchtower pamphlet, which are often left on subway seats. I hadn't seen this one before; it was spotted on Thursday. Hey, the J-Dubs are all about THE END IS NEAR. I guess he's trying to knock some sense into the world?
Via Joe Schumacher's flickr.