Working on ads tonight (haven’t even started on the main batch), but two quick things:
a) Clients. Spend a month designing a brochure for a reasonably high-profile group, and what do they do? Find their own ‘printer,’ who accepts files in both jpg and tiff mode! So tonight, I’m press-exporting these files into tiffs and sending them to a company with a “You mess up, we still print it” policy and no bleed specifications. This probably means nothing to you, but to me, it means I’ll have to explain to someone why their brochures are so crappy in a week.
Also, the PDFs aren’t converting properly. What a nightmare. I should’ve just done the whole thing in Photoshop, they should’ve said “Don’t worry, when it’s finished, we’ll mangle it, so don’t bother using any kind of ‘professional software.’”
/rant
b) Potential housemates. Extreeemely nerdy 38-year-old (I’m guessing) guy comes here with his dad, poking around, asking where my AC unit is, then asks me if DSL is as fast as high-speed internet.
ME: “Yes.”
After about a million more questions (many using the proprietary ‘mine’ and ‘theirs’ in reference to the kitchen and other spaces), he was actually ushered out by my landlord. Thanks!
c) Okay, so, after him came a really nice, well-dressed girl who had a voice/tone that reminded me suspiciously of Aly. She didn’t mean to ‘pry,’ but wanted to know why I was moving out. She looked at the closet, said hi to the cat, left.
As much as I want to stick Amy with Captain Nerdlinger And His Dad, I’m rather pair up Deborah with Nice Girl Who Will Probably Hang Out With Her And Continue To Resist Amy’s Twitchy Domination Of The Household.
Not that I have a say in any of this.
d) Thirdly: I love Deb, but, she keeps asking when I’m moving out. “End of October.” Like, what day? “Not sure. My lease is up on the 31st.” What if someone wants to move in before that? “They would have to do so without me realizing it. Which would be difficult. Because I will be living in this room at that point in time.” Sigh.
Song of the day: Lo-Fi-FNK’s “Change Channel.”
Crazy lowfeye beatz and mediocre melody + lovely Books-esque hypersolo.
Song of the week (tie): Spinto Band’s “Oh Mandy” and “Brown Boxes.”
Happiness is lying in a field with someone and listening to “Oh Mandy,” synced up on two iPods.
Novelty song of the week: Bree Sharp’s “David Duchovny.”
Shut up. This song is fun to sing.
Sleeper song of the month: The Bronze Episode’s “The Body.”
It sounds like it’s not going anywhere…and really, it isn’t. And that might be the point?
Fumblingfast and confused and sexy and ultimately unsatisfying - “The Body” only ceases its tryin’-too-hard assault for a breathless moment at 1:42:
“I then looked to find you, above me
If my memory recollects correctly:
you couldn’t have looked more lovely.”
UPDATE: Okay, maybe I don’t like “The Body.” Maybe I hate it. Ohhh, I can’t decide.
UPDATE: Song of the second: Corpse Bride’s “Piano Duet.” Wooooo.
UPDATE:
e) Doug: “Um, did I receive any…mail, in the past three days?”
Amy: “Oh, I took it up to my room!”
Doug: “…oh?”
Amy: “Because people were visiting the house.”
Doug: “Of course.”
I’m disappointed that I’m not on the list of people with whom you’re frustrated. And perplexed that you actually downloaded a song from Corpse Bride.
EB’S SONG
of the second: “Bulla Bulla” by Gogol Bordello
of the moment: “Care of Cell 44″ by The Zombies
of the day: “Rio” by Duran Duran
David Duchovny is one of Carter’s favorite songs! She has told me the story about Bree Sharp singing at her brother’s graduation party about a bazillion times.
I can’t compete with any of the previous comments, but my song of the second is White Stripes - Passive Manipulation (Meg was so precious last night!) and my song of the week is “Tomorrow” from Annie. I HOPE IT STICKS IN YOUR HEADS THE WAY IT IS STUCK IN MINE. I mean, no, I’m sorry. That was terrible. Think of something else, quick, how about M. Ward - Undertaker? Deep, dark, dreamy.
Jenn: Well, do something frustrating. I’m waiting.
Eb: How have I not heard any of those songs? You and I need to set up an exchange program. If you’ve never heard it, get Ratatat’s “Seventeen Years.”
Anne Louise: It makes me ill, but in a NICE way. I have a friend who hatttes it, so I like it extra-hard.
“Floating above me” is the best line.
Leina’ala: WAY TO CONCERT-DROP.
Also, a funny internal monologue:
DOUG: “Wait, there’s a new Annie song I don’t know about?”
DOUG: “How did Leina’ala hear it?? When did she get so uberhip????”
DOUG: “Wait a minute…”
DOUG: “How embarrassing. At least no one heard any of this.”