Showing posts with label Addiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Addiction. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

I've got the shakes here

You'd think with the new film out that the shops would be well stocked with Indiana Jones Lego. Well, at the weekend, I couldn't find any anywhere. Plenty of rubbish Speed Racer Lego but no Indy stuff. It can't be that it's been pulled because the film wasn't all that good because that Speed Racer stuff would have gone first.


So is it selling out? Is everyone buying up the Indy Lego? Or did some kid somewhere choke on a piece and ruin it for the rest of us, like those brush pens I used to use?


I think I only have three sets left to collect. I was half tempted to move to Star Wars Lego but that's like moving from the odd joint to full-on heroin addiction. It's something I don't think I'm prepared to do.

Monday, June 2, 2008

Addiction

Yes, Lego is my new addiction. Or rather, the return of a very old addiction. I picked up an Indiana Jones Lego set. Put it together. It was fun.


And now I must own them all. Every single one of them.


I must have them. I need more bricks.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Adventures in advertising


You can only hear a marketing guy for a sweets company (candy for you USers) say he's trying to sell drugs to kids for so long before questioning his motives.

Actually, drugs seem to be a common theme among marketing execs. Is it that they see themselves as the pusher? Probably. Or is it just that drugs are often at the forefront of their mind as they have been snorting coke just 15 minutes before the meeting? Maybe. I don't know.

Whatever it is, marketing people like drug references. Am I the only one who sees that as slightly inappropriate when it comes to targeting children?

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Hello? Hello? Anyone there?

I clicked on my profile yesterday to find that there were over 1000 profile viewings listed. 1000! That's a lot of views.

Now, I'd say about 523 of those were me checking to see how many views there had been. And probably about 100 or so would be my blog mate Andy navigating from my comments on his site. But that still leaves over 300 unaccounted for. Who are you guys? Are you coming to the blog? Hello? Is anyone there?

If you've stopped by today, leave a comment to let me know you've been here. Even if it's just to say, "Hello". Or "I'm here". Or "You're a dickwad" or whatever. I don't mind.

The bigger question here, however, is why would I possibly care how many times my profile had been viewed? Really, why? I know I shouldn't. I mean, I didn't start this blog to get a following. And yet, now that the numbers have gone up, I find myself wishing for more. Like I want people to read what I'm writing. Is that totally narcissistic or just self-validation? Or just the human need to communicate. Answers on a postcard please.

Or in the comments section.