-When I break up with a girl, I’d like to communicate with her based on the social feature on Spotify. You know what I’m talking about? How people can see what songs you’re listening to? First I’ll start off with things like, “She Fuckin’ Hates Me,” “Master of Puppets” and, “Break My Stride” then slowly move towards, “I’m In Love With a Stripper,” “Yes, I’m Changing” and, “Who Let the Dogs Out?”
-I want to start a fashion show where the models are all sitting in the new line of clothing and the audience/paparazzi walks on the catwalk admiring the Spring collection as they briefly go past.
-I have found myself in a few conversations recently where people will say that, they believe, their iphone is eavesdropping on their conversations and then targeting Facebook ads based on what is overheard.
For example, my friend and I were talking about a rental car agency that is app based, the next day he got an ad for the same service I was speaking of…even though I never mentioned the name. Coincidence? Perhaps.
If such a looming digital presence is, in fact, real, how do they accomplish this? Is some guy somewhere with headphones tuning in like, “I wonder what shit Mike is talking about tonight in his living room? He needs to be fucked with tomorrow. Oh, great, he’s talking about spatulas…I got just the thing.”
I guess this odd social phenomena affects most everybody. Unless you speak in sign language, in which case, you’re safe. They haven’t cracked that one yet. #perksofbeingdeaf
If this was real, what kind of conversations are the advertisers having in their boardrooms? “Look, we know we need to promote our Spatulas on Spotify and Radio, but I also want a medium that’s as menacing as fucking possible….anyone have any ideas?”
-Mergers and Acquisitions are making big companies bigger, effectively eliminating anything that stands in their way. I can see a fictitious news show one day reporting: “And in big news today, Hate has acquired Love for $1.3 Trillion in a move most investors didn’t see coming. We have Chuck Davis here from Love, Chuck, what does this merger mean for us? Can we still expect the same Love experience now that we know it is an affiliate of Hate? What does this mean for your brand?”
-When sending out a Facebook invite, some people blanket invite everyone whereas I purposely won’t invite people I know aren’t coming. I’m just tryna keep my stats up. I can’t have all my “Goings” see all the “Can’t Gos” and be like, “Hmm, do I really wanna do this?”
-I was in Miami this past weekend setting up some set pieces for an event at the Dolphins Stadium. Usually, when setting up these pieces I need to hire some labor guys to assist me putting everything in place. These labor guys are usually a bit rough around the edges, think of this one in particular like: truck driver/forklift operator/guy hanging around a home depot etc.
This guy overheard me saying that I live in New York and asked me what part I lived in. I told him and he quickly interjected, “Ohh, man, I go to New York like 12 times a year at least.” Surprised, I was like, “Really? Why’s that? Are you from there?”
To answer my question, the man made a diamond with his two thumbs and index fingers and then placed it over his crotch, symbolizing a vagina while saying nothing else. Humored and relatively disgusted by this man’s lack of tact I awkwardly replied, “Yeah….yeah, I get that.” Not sure what the response should be to a guy that travels to NY a dozen times a year for ‘pussy’ but I think I handled it well.
– Can we talk about some bullshit? Let me set the scene: I go to an off-brand coffee house and pay with a credit card on an iPad. Once the chip has been read, the barista swivels the iPad to me and the screen asks if I want to tip. All the while the barista, a person that literally filled a cup with black iced coffee, stares on with a, “well, mother fucker??” stare. A few thoughts:
- If I had just paid cash, this little interchange would never have happened. No I’m not tipping you. I just want an iced coffee that you happen to have already in that pitcher. To me, it’s equivalent to a doorman flashing an iPad at me as he’s pulling the handle.
- Tipping is my prerogative but in this instance, under the watchful gaze of the coffee cashier, it feels compulsory. Waiters don’t drop off the check and stand there as you fill in the tip line and sign your name. They have the common decency of walking away and leaving you alone.
- The sheer pressure a consumer feels in those few seconds with the iPad is a mix of shame and indecision often leading to the inevitable, “well, fuck it. it’s just a buck.” Those bucks add up my friends.
- Lastly, I have to tip you BEFORE trying the coffee? Talk about a risky investment.
Remember this the next time you are put into this position and confidently select “No Tip” because there are other people out there that feel your pain.