the copywriter

i don’t write copy.












































i bring dreams to life.












i like making grand and dramatic statements. some would argue that i need the appropriate actions to go with them.





i think all i need is a good accompanying soundtrack.

tasty

or so i've heard. i don't think i've ever actually eaten licorice before.

licorice. i wonder how they came up with the name. i mean all these weird sounding ones. even the straight sounding ones. when you think about them they're actually quite intriguing. like a dongle. yes i can see your expression when you read that. know what it means? well it has nothing to do with what you think it does. but imagine walking up to a girl and asking her


"hey! wanna see my dongle?"


not very good. Plus she'd probably kick you in the place where you think your dongle's supposed to be.


but coming back to licorice. it doesn't even have anything to do with rice does it? then why call it that? is it a kinda rice you can lick? doubt it. when does rice taste so good? well actually it does sometimes. with chicken. and potatoes. and some curry. mmmmmmmmm...








i like being random and arbitrary.

genius

what do you do when you’ve outdone not just yourself, but almost every single person in your field? set the bar that much higher, pushed the standard a notch further.

what do you do when all everyone else can is sit back and marvel at it all. a masterpiece; one of its kind.

what do you do when there’s only one word that can appropriately describe what you’ve just done?


























yeah. me too.