Thanks, various animated anti- and super-heroes, for the encouraging words. I have been giving a lot of thought to getting back into advertising. I don't love working in public involvement. I do love advertising. Always have. So I've been looking at various ad schools. I'm having a hard time deciding what to do, so I'm opening this blog up to suggestions.
Here's my options:
Miami Ad School: One of the two best ad schools out there. They have locations in Miami, Minneapolis, San Fran, and overseas.
Pros: Amazing education, fantastic intern program with the hottest shops in the world.
Cons: Expensive (having quadruplets without insurance would be cheaper), intern program would have me away from home three separate times in a two year period.
UVC AdCenter: The other of the two best ad schools out there. Located in Richmond, VA.
Pros: Unbelievable faculty, outstanding curriculum, top-notch reputation.
Cons: Expensive (see quad statement above, add a heart transplant when including housing), time commitment (2 full, intense years).
Creative Circus: Located in Atlanta, this school is held in high regard by pros in the biz. Boyz in da hood also think it is a fine institute of higher learning.
Pros: Great curriculum, operates in quarters so I can start in Oct or Jan.
Cons: Never been to Atlanta for more than a layover, no connections whatsoever.
Chicago Portfolio School: One year program in the Windy City, one of the 2-3 best cities in America.
Pros: Relatively cheap, near family in Rockford, only one year, student sample work is pretty nice.
Cons: Near family in Rockford, only one year.
Castle Rock: Stay where I'm at.
Pros: Wonderful schools, weather and friends, steady-paying job, security.
Cons: Always wondering if I would have had what it would have taken to make it in the ad world.
Please forward a link to this blog to friends, relatives, enemies, cats, used car salesmen, and anyone else that would be able to add their two cents. I need help soon...it's time to jump or stay in the plane.
6.20.2007
"Thinking Of Moving To the Big 'A,' eh?"
This Is EXCELLENT news!
Also excellent: I have tiny little wings on my feet. Pretty cool, huh?
6.15.2007
Remember what that chick from Poltergeist kept saying?
My dear, dear friend. You succeeded in posting the most amazing post of all time. Is it any wonder it took me nine years to reply? How can I follow that? Now I know how the headliner felt after warm-up act Allen Stewart Königsberg left the stage.
I concur with everything you said. Tabo is one mysterious punk. But to paraphrase our main man Neil Young, "I believe in (him)."
You know what would be whack? If he went to my ward and was married to a woman named Kristen and had a baby named after a Jane Austin novel and had a rabid pet badger with a scimitar tied to its tail, which I would love to be attacked by.
Sorry non-Vegas natives, if any truly exist, but I have to make a Fashion Show Mall reference. D-Love, remember the Centaur Gallery? I remember cruising by that crazy place on my way to "don't bother looking for anything not written by Tom Clancy or Danielle Steele" Waldenbooks (the pond would have a fit if it knew its name was used in vain), after having consumed a heart attack on a stick and having drank an orange julius irving, and just getting the creeps. There was always a painting of a buff blond dude standing beside various unicorn-like creatures in a universe that was not warmed by the sun, rather, it was warmed by a blue light. I often wondered who the heck bought that crazy art.
And then I met Chanel. She's got a storage unit full of those paintings.
Anyway, scimitar made me think of Centaur.
And I would much rather be attacked by a badger than a human, because badgers can't sue.
Here's a question for you, my friend. Who would be a better fit for lieutenant governor of the land of Centaur, Julio the Gardener or the Bird? It's a tough (and stupid) question, so I will allow you 24 hours to respond. Starting. Right. Now.
Postscript - I'm sorry about your boys going down in 4. LeBron truly fascinates me. Maybe next year.
I concur with everything you said. Tabo is one mysterious punk. But to paraphrase our main man Neil Young, "I believe in (him)."
You know what would be whack? If he went to my ward and was married to a woman named Kristen and had a baby named after a Jane Austin novel and had a rabid pet badger with a scimitar tied to its tail, which I would love to be attacked by.
Sorry non-Vegas natives, if any truly exist, but I have to make a Fashion Show Mall reference. D-Love, remember the Centaur Gallery? I remember cruising by that crazy place on my way to "don't bother looking for anything not written by Tom Clancy or Danielle Steele" Waldenbooks (the pond would have a fit if it knew its name was used in vain), after having consumed a heart attack on a stick and having drank an orange julius irving, and just getting the creeps. There was always a painting of a buff blond dude standing beside various unicorn-like creatures in a universe that was not warmed by the sun, rather, it was warmed by a blue light. I often wondered who the heck bought that crazy art.
And then I met Chanel. She's got a storage unit full of those paintings.
Anyway, scimitar made me think of Centaur.
And I would much rather be attacked by a badger than a human, because badgers can't sue.
Here's a question for you, my friend. Who would be a better fit for lieutenant governor of the land of Centaur, Julio the Gardener or the Bird? It's a tough (and stupid) question, so I will allow you 24 hours to respond. Starting. Right. Now.
Postscript - I'm sorry about your boys going down in 4. LeBron truly fascinates me. Maybe next year.
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