Minor Celebrity Week Continues
Yesterday’s post reminded Henry Berg that he still had some pictures of mine from March 2001: the Day I Met Hasselhoff. So I’m posting the pictures below for the first time anywhere!
I subscribe to UPOC’s Celebrity Sightings wireless message group, for kitsch value and to have something to show executive management in pitch meetings. Last March, my phone told me that David Hasselhoff was sitting in the Hudson Bar: Jason Robinette, Ken Courtney and I immediately gave chase.
- Frame 1: Jason and Ken look for Hasselhoff among a forest of black cashmere sweaters.
- Frame 2: Ken finds him in the basement lounge. “Hey, look! It’s DAVID HASSELHOFF!”
- Frame 3: Hasselhoff signs a photo for me.
- Frame 4: Hasselhoff doesn’t want his picture taken, so he takes our picture instead. This is our indubitable proof that we actually met him.
The best piece of swag ever.
Like a mysterious ifrit, Gary Coleman appeared in the hallway outside my office today. No, really; here’s a company email you don’t get every day:
TO: NY Office
SUBJECT: Company Announcement: Special Guest
In case anyone is interested (and they said it was okay), Gary Coleman is visiting the Media team today for lunch in the “Lincoln Center” conference room. If you’d like to meet him, come by after 12:30.
…So I got his signature on my new “Analysis and Design of Information Systems” book. All right!
I’m gonna be the coolest kid in Q8102: Object and Structured Analysis — Software Engineering for E-Commerce
Holy cow! I just got an e-mail from Junkyard Wars, asking if I have any advice to contribute on water cannons (seeing as how I’m the creator of the Ultimate Water Gun. Jeez, this rocks!
The worst piece of swag ever
I gave platelets again this morning. It was hard this time; I was on the one-arm machine this time, and it complained the whole time (“Warning! Low Draw Volume! [continue/rinseback]”), and my hand went to sleep, and my lips were tingling (so I had to chew Tums, I’m not sure why), and I had the scary technician who yells at me (“Don’t move your arm! That needle tear your vein up!“), so all in all I earned my halo today.
When I left, they gave me the worst piece of swag I’ve ever seen. It’s a refrigerator magnet about six inches in diameter, advertising the somewhat arcane fact that the plateletpheresis machine has a centrifuge. “Yay, my precious bodily fluids were sent to a machine and returned to me!” It’s gross, it’s dizzying, and the freaky blood-drop beanbag character has an odd, complacent grin carved between its tumescent cheeks. Why does it need eyebrows, for christ’s sake?
Here’s a much cooler mascot.
“Let’s put on a show in the barn” has a much different meaning at a large direct-marketing company.
Ever since hearing about the fledgling charity “Mustaches for Kids”, in which participants collect pledges to grow ugly-ass mustaches, I’ve been hooked. Mustaches are grown for six weeks, with regular checkpoints and rules — no handlebar mustaches, pencil-thin mustaches: in short, no “ironic” mustaches at all. We’re talking volunteer firefighter mustaches, assistant basketball coach mustaches. God help us all, even Freddie Mercury mustaches. The money goes to the Make-A-Wish foundation, so when someone asks you about the horrible caterpillar on your lip, you can fix them with a steely gaze and say, “Hey! It’s FOR THE KIDS!”
I’ve been fortunate enough to get some colleagues at [My employer] involved — Account-manager-pprodigy Gerard Viau, master copywriter Doug Bost (you can hear him talking on the Crown Royal homepage), and the inimitable Kyle Smith, world-record holder for multi-level knife sales in college. With their help, the project is blooming from silly idea stage into a full-blown multi-channel direct response campaign, complete with business response cards and corporate involvement.
I plan on putting a site together over the weekend and will post the URL: meanwhile, you can see some pictures I gathered for inspiration here. Caution: Yanni photos!
Okay, the aquarium webcam is up!
As you can see from my webcam above, I’ve pointed a second webcam at the aquarium. The second webcam is a Lego Vision Command USB camera, with a lego base that I built for it. The camera has its own server, a box we cannibalized from the (defunct, right now) [My employer] QA lab. The monitor behind the tank shows a full-screen preview of the fish inside. Here’s the page where the picture goes: go watch the fish now!
Suggestions for names now being accepted!
My office mates and I went to Petland on 29th and 3rd to buy fish for the aquarium in our room. We got rid of the diving treasure hunter with the animated opening treasure chest: like my colleague Tim Griffin says, it’s like a new apartment that looks big before there’s any furniture in it, let alone animated plastic skeletons at the wheel of sunken Spanish galleons.
Technology manager Leandro Levinson donated a QA machine to act as a webcam server; if I can get it a fixed IP address, I’ll post the new [My employer] Oceanographic Institute’s Streaming Webcam address later this week!