I remember from when I was in junior high a credit card commercial that had a young professional at his desk receiving his new cards. He immediately stuck the whole box under his nose and breathed in deeply. That commercial stuck with me. For years I dreamed of when I, too, would get that first box of business cards. That day was today. A whole box full of proof that I'm finally a real 'Interactive Developer'. Let me tell you, they smell fucking awesome. I always thought the smelling part in the commercial was added for dramatic effect. That is a falsitude. The cards smell like paper, like elementary school, like that feeling of endless opportunity.
I got some cards while I was at Blend a long time ago but that just wasn't quite the same. Mostly because, at that early stage in the business, it took a lot more than business cards to make the place feel legit.
I was in a meeting when they got dropped off. I opened the box and caught a quick whiff. It was all I could do not to snuff the whole box like that commercial I'd seen way back when. I kept my shit together for the rest of the meeting then pulled out 85 or so and casually sniffed them. I don't think anyone saw...
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Often funny, possibly poignant, more commonly rambling. This is the weblog for Justin Dickinson (me), an interactive developer living in Rochester, New York.
Thai is my favorite but salt and pepper is good too.
I didn't even know this was my dream movie.
I'm not entirely certain that you do!
I had a shirt like this in elementary school. It didn't work the same...
I wish I had this much patience
I might actually like her now.
I mourn for my poor empty walls to someday live up to their potential.
How cool is this? I bet that guy was embarassed.
Neither of those are actual afflictions. Then we're SET!
Something was different...
Nostalgic? Hilarious? Geeky? Check, check and double check. It's time for a full-fledged comeback.
I've been looking for something like this for a long time.
I heard even purgatory has darts.
Well duh. If this had gone the other way I'd already be across the pond.
Oh snap! I forgot about these! It's 8th grade all over again.