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And so for my first big 2009 project, I’m developing a wonderful new campaign for one of my accounts.

We’re in the middle of developing animatics (a rough cartoon rendition of a TV storyboard done for testing purposes) for one of the launch materials, which happens to feature an all-star cast of geeks.

The animation studio sent my team some initial character design drafts last night, just so we could figure out how to properly illustrate them with the right amount of geekery.

This one particular character was, in our opinion, just about right – except for the lack of some detail.

“We love her flowy dress – it looks just like a daster,” cooed my Creative Director. “And in paisley too! But it needs one more detail to make it really olanaps – a cardigan!”

“Sounds spiffy,” we all agreed. “A flowy paisley dress and a cardigan – that sounds properly geeky, gee whiz!”

And so I strolled in to work this morning, those directions resonating in my head. “It sounds logical,” I told myself. “But I wish the animators could send the re-designs soon, so I would know if the idea actually works in execution…”

And then God spoke. In comes Menggay. And in a stunning stroke of divine intervention, she just so happened to be wearing…

all-that

…a flowy paisley dress and a cardigan.

It’s things like this that tell you that the universe is conspiring to grant you success.

Menggay, I am very sorry for posting this exquisitely unflattering picture of you. You were a geeky duckling today, but am absatively posolutely sure you’ll be a gorgeous tan swan when you come back next week from your Weekend of Sin at the beach.

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I like this picture.

While I have no plans of ever being a family man, this shot makes me feel positively parental.

These are My Kids, all of whom have at one time or another have been assigned under me as Account Dictators in Training (ADIT) – and have been responsible for some of the most memorable moments in my McCann life.

It’s funny how they each have their own personalities and quirks that have made bossing them around such fun.

Menggay, a.k.a. Penguin, is the troublemaking thug with a history of finding herself in the middle of catastrophes and disasters (trademark lines: “I’m so stressed!!!” and “I want to die!!!”), but has the uncanny ability to gracefully charm her way out of potential trainwrecks, and has a sterling record of absolutely zero sabit. (She unfortunately also has been cursed with a track record of being hurled into the swimming pool at every single party we’ve thrown at Lianne’s hacienda)

Carlos, a.k.a. OshKosh, is the teacher’s pet, who takes after me in all the ways that matter, i.e. churning out smashing PowerPoint decks, sneaking in to work an hour after stag time, making all the girls laglag-panty and the badings sikip-brip, etc. and wears socks even less than I do.

Lianne, a.k.a. Leetul Gurl, is the deceivingly innocent-looking girl next door who is actually a wild child even worse than Lila Fowler raised to the power of Jessica Wakefield. She’s eternally the last man standing at all of our parties, and drinks more than an Irish sailor. I shudder to think of when she’s eventually a mother and begins breastfeeding – she’ll probably be dishing out a 50/50 blend of breastmilk and San Mig Light; that’s how loaded-up this girl is.

I love these kids. None of them have ever shown me the least bit of respect, or treated me like a dignified vessel for the Holy Spirit that I am, but it’s all good.

In honor of the brave men and women who were left standing after the carnage of 1/17. 

The problem with being the only dude in a team made up of spoiled donya bratitas is that they push you around, send you to buy them coffee and vodka, and occasionally make furniture out of you.

Sofa

MDJ Superstar would just like to go on record to say that when he started working out to build muscle that would attract beautiful women, he meant that in a sexual kind of way, and not to be made into a bench whenever Monobloc happens to be unavailable…

WHY…
was MDJ Superstar looking so upset at work the other day?
MDJ is upset...

WHAT…
dastardly deed did these three Vicious Vixens of Vadvertising perform to make The Superstar’s life so miserable?

Bitches

HOW…
could they want to make a Superstar as friendly and affable as MDJ so emotionally distraught that he was forced to cheat on his diet and eat a cheese enchilada at Mexicali?

Victim

Here’s how this lurid story of wrath and hate unraveled.

THE SCENE OF THE CRIME: EVIDENCE OF EVIL IN THE ADVERTISING WORLD
They newspapered everything on MDJ Superstar’s desk.

MDJ's Desk

My monitor, keyboard, telephone, and even my mouse were not spared.

Neither were my beautiful little organizers, my mug, nor my inbox tray. Even my binders, brand manuals, and books were wrapped individually in week-old newspapers!

Books and Shelves

In a diabolical touch of manic genius, even the Magic 8-Ball that I use to resolve tough strategic dilemmas was wrapped. (In a very sweet and cute touch, they at least remembered to label it with an “8″, just so I wouldn’t confuse it for something else… like a 7-ball, perhaps)

My magic 8-ball

They did leave a very sweet message for me on my keyboard, just so I wouldn’t blame this evil deed on the secretaries or the messengers. How thoughtful.

Dedication

And in case I dropped dead from a heart attack brought on by this vicious hate crime, they prepared a tombstone with a very nicely inscribed epitaph. They’re great Account Executives, I must admit. They always plan ahead.

Tombstone

Menggay, Celine, and Cha – I love you guys, and I forgive you already because I know you love me incredibly too.

XOXO,

MDJ Superstar

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