Overheard
Life: Meaning is optional. Style is deliberate. Ice cream is required.
I'm impatient because I've been patient.
I really do love building things.
Anytime somebody says, "Here's the honest truth," I immediately start thinking, "Are they trying to deceive me?"
No one will open it with DONATE as the first word.
Sorry, but these edits are total crappola.
It's like Great Gatsby, old money meets timeless design. Old ads that are no-nonsense, that aren't trying to deceive you, that have great headlines that just tell you what to expect, tell you why the product or service is quality, and why you should care.
How dare you let me win an argument that easily.
This needs to feel like it was written by somebody who bleeds orange and blue, went to UF, and understands that when you lose, you get pizza by the slice and hit up Midtown. When you win, you get pizza by the slice and hit up Midtown.
3 coffees, no lunch. Somewhere between peak efficiency and feral energy. Let's see how this plays out.
I built software last Tuesday and I don't know what's happening anymore.
Not every project has a brief. Sometimes the client is four feet tall, pays in laughter, and has very strong opinions. Period. (Talking about my daughter.)
The chaos keeps me sharp.
You would rather be wrong and interesting than safe and forgettable.
The brand has to carry the feeling when you are not in the room.
You need a power broker like Danzel... If you're broke, Danzel can't help you. Danzel turns you away. In shame.
Danzel doesn't do payment plans. Danzel does results. (Whispered) ...spreadsheet results.Persistence.
More persistence.Half-baked creative mutant trying to evolve.
Blood oath or my used POG collection.
Counterpoint: natural selection.
Which is not a garage but it is the kind of room where you would not be surprised to find a garage.
Feels like going too fast on the highway at night but there are no cars on the road. Better not sleep at the wheel.
Random idea here... What if you had an app called like Raccoon or something better than that
(one we found abandoned at Walmart, if you can believe it.)
Look who remembered my email address.
The Penrose triangle can't exist in reality. Neither can a brand that's trying to be everything to everyone.