F R I D A Y , M A Y 2 1 s t , 2 0 1 0 Friday, last day of the week. I arrived early at the Lingster Drapper building, nobody was in – or so I thought. A few voices could be heard coming from inside the conference room. I made […]
T H U R S D A Y , M A Y 2 0 t h , 2 0 1 0 Two days have gone by after the closet incident. Was phoned up Tuesday morning and got the day off, then the same thing happened on Wednesday. Actually this morning I got another call from […]
M O N D A Y , M A Y 1 7 t h , 2 0 1 0 All work suspended so the advertisement team could spend the morning designing their hats. Gill Gazpacho won Best in Show for his calfskin sombrero. (I thought it looked ridiculous.) After lunch it was back to work, […]
F R I D A Y , M a y 1 4 t h , 2 0 1 0 Noticed that everyone’s wearing different hats than they were yesterday. Duck asked where my hat was. I said I didn’t have one yet. Got really quiet in the office all of a sudden. I added that […]
T H U R S D A Y , M a y 1 3 t h , 2 0 1 0 My first day at Lingster Drapper working with the Drapper Ads team. Pretty excited! Ads are my all-time favorite pastime, and I just know I’m due for big things here. Duck Drapper showed me […]
Today, May 4th is Remembrance of the Dead here in the Netherlands. Vrede Komt een duif van honderd pond, een olijfboom in zijn klauwen, bij mijn oren met zijn mond vol van koren zoete vrouwen, vol van kirrende verhalen hoe de oorlog is verdwenen en herhaalt ze honderd malen: alle malen zal ik wenen. Sinds […]
John: Mirra’s men had caught me. Their black van took me out of the city. The countryside was sickeningly pretty: The sun setting on a sweet summer day, rain sparkling on grass, birds in the trees, children playing. The Pink Bird Mental Institute. [Panicked breathing] Mirra’s men pretended to be hospital wardens. Patient: The flesh. […]
John: I was trapped in a nightmare. My evil double had taken my girlfriend. Following him, I had somehow slipped into a twisted alternate reality, Noir York City. My double was John Mirra. He was the devil incarnate, a fallen angel. Flamingo: “.thE flesH oF falleN angelS” John: He was a serial killer. He had […]
There I was just checking out some www.sirfuture.com statistics and realized most my hits relate to blog post-entries. EVIDENCE A. As you can see, the sites traffic was greatly improved during the Consul/Humanity Blog Story Series back last week. Looking towards the future (represented on evidence A as a question mark), we need to make […]
Tonight I look down on the uprising rebels crowding around the streets and feel a dark, bitter repulsion. I neglect their comfort, their vibrancy, their… life. The Citadel remains silent. There is not a more certain cure for aversion than anger. And I am filled with enough of that to bring the world to a […]