makes her wonder where they get the energy from
Saturday, 29 November 2008 02:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtI have a Really Nice Boss, TM. Yesterday, while I was fighting through board schedules, progression coding meetings, academics asking puzzled questions about same, orientation order deadlines, endless strings of students panicking about exclusion and a phone ringing more or less continuously, she sent a runner down to my office with a bar of chocolate and a can of Red Bull. I've never done more than cautiously sip a Red Bull and wrinkle up my nose: tastes like shit. On the other hand, about ten minutes after holding my nose and downing the whole thing, cue sudden alertness, a fit of hysterical giggling and an afternoon spent bouncing off the walls in maddened efficiency. That stuff works - pity about the taste. Also, this morning I seem to be hungover, which I somewhat resent given that I last tasted booze on Sunday.
This is a nicely balanced article about musicians who license their songs for advertising, and the pros and cons thereof. It's particularly apropos because I've been bugged for two weeks by Santana's "Smooth", which was recommended on one of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
grumpyolddog's lists as being "horny" (I have to concur), but which I'm vaguely associating with whatever the hell the current cinema ad is that uses it, thus wrecking the effect. On the upside, it is a testament to the failure of modern advertising that I remember the song but am completely unable to remember the brand, or even the nature of the product. As corporate sellouts go, it's peculiarly pointless.
Back to my board schedules, which are infesting the greater part of my weekend. Sigh. On the upside, I'm about halfway through rewatching Torchwood's first season, in preparation for Season 2. I'm remembering why I love the series so much. It's magnificently silly.
This is a nicely balanced article about musicians who license their songs for advertising, and the pros and cons thereof. It's particularly apropos because I've been bugged for two weeks by Santana's "Smooth", which was recommended on one of
grumpyolddog's lists as being "horny" (I have to concur), but which I'm vaguely associating with whatever the hell the current cinema ad is that uses it, thus wrecking the effect. On the upside, it is a testament to the failure of modern advertising that I remember the song but am completely unable to remember the brand, or even the nature of the product. As corporate sellouts go, it's peculiarly pointless. Back to my board schedules, which are infesting the greater part of my weekend. Sigh. On the upside, I'm about halfway through rewatching Torchwood's first season, in preparation for Season 2. I'm remembering why I love the series so much. It's magnificently silly.
