Friday Ad Haiku: Finding the Muse

It's days like these, when the ideas hit the skids, that I start thinking literary boozehounds like Faulkner and Hemingway may have been on to something. Writers, artists, adpeople: drinkers all.

So for you creatives out there who've developed Little Orphan Annie cataracts from staring at the blazing, bleached whiteness of a blank Word doc, I think it's a capital idea to lose yourself in the warm, familiar embrace of a happy hour, post haste--for the sake of your craft. Slide the Jameson out of your desk drawer and get to it. Bukowski would have wanted it that way.

Though ideas aren't at
the bottom of the bottle,
I still like to look.

M.M.McDermott, ACD/Flawed Protagonist


Previously in the Friday 5-7-5: Vacation Hangovers

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Friday Ad Haiku: The Agency Men's Room

I'd like to extend a cross-room fist bump (the hep kids are still doing that, right?) to the Cap'n for picking up the slack for me over the last few weeks during my campaign bender into the seedy underworld of funerals, commercial shoots and phone book-sized government marketing proposals. It was like a Hunter S. Thompson vignette, only it made a lot more sense and there were a lot fewer methamphetamines.

Now, the last installment in our (mercifully) short-lived series of facility-inspired posey:

Behind the stall door

my best ad ideas are fueled

by coffee and bran

(click to enlarge at your own risk)

Previously in the Friday 5-7-5: The Agency Kitchen

M.M.McDermott, ACD/Copywriter/Regular

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