Monday, October 20, 2003

While Sunday evenings are generally reserved for dreading the coming week, gentle reader, I decided to buck the trend and throw myself a party. Present at this brouhaha were myself, more than 125 “Help Wanted” posters, and a big roll of masking tape. You might call this a recipe for boredom, but I believe the phrase you’re searching for is “fun variant of ‘pin the tail on the donkey.'”

The donkey in question wasn’t a donkey per se; it was actually a sweet mess of lampposts and restaurants. And after a good four hours of wholesome fun, I challenge you to walk for a minute in Evanston without realizing that we’re hiring.

Now, you’ve probably realized something at this point, and it took me a good long while to realize the same thing. In fact, if it weren’t for Lt. Neatfreak and a certain news bureau in one at Buenos Aries, I would’ve still been sitting in the dark, content that I’d fulfilled my life’s calling.

“Haven’t you grown up yet?” they shouted, one from across the room and the other from across the airwaves. “Did you graduate only to flyer, only to make…”

Real-life pop-ups? Pop-ups fluttering in the wind. Art in motion, as it were. The problem with advertising on this property, however, is that I’m dealing not only with Evanston’s enviro-police, but with the Good Webmaster Himself as well. And He doesn’t need no frickin’ Google Toolbar to clean my clock. I thought I’d covered my bases by checking the Weather Channel and making sure it wouldn’t rain, but there’s this little thing called the WIND that I forgot about. I swear it’s been just a little bit breezier ever since last evening. Oh, well. I’ll just give myself a “P” for effort.