An
Ordinary Day -- 3
18:00
I meet some colleagues to present them
my vision on New Media, giving numerous
examples from the Internet, and
pleading passionately for increasing
the budgets for interactive media.
They're deeply impressed and we
discuss the importance of these
developments for our brands, its
impact on the future of us all,
and why no marketer has shown up.
19:30
I finish reading the rest of my E-Mails.
There is another message on my voice-Mail
from the account director, who proudly
informs me that they will be coming
up with a proposal for the leaflet
next week, anyway, because they're
convinced they can do a better job
as "that other agency." Maybe
I should tell him that I've got
to have the artworks ready by tomorrow?
Naaa!
20:15
My trusted motorbike has waited patiently
for me. I enjoy the wind browsing
through my hair, while I race across
the bridge into the evening sun
that slowly sinks into the ocean
like a red orange. (This is a metaphor,
by the way. Well, actually it isn't,
but who is to notice anyway).
20:25
Opening the door to my apartment, my cats
slowly raise their eyebrows (nothing
more), apparently exhausted from
an entire days' sleep. The food
has been eaten, as always.
20:30
There's little in life I enjoy as much
as a nice hot shower after a hard
days' work. With horror I notice
that I can't see my knees when looking
down at my waistline and I decide
to skip lunch tomorrow.
20:50
I decide I'm too tired to go out for dinner,
yet I'm starving, so it's gonna
be the microwave again. I make a
note to personally thank its' inventor,
pick a pizza from the freezer and
put it in the microwave.
21:00
Enjoying the pizza I turn on the telly
to watch Dutch television: There's
a man whose greatest fantasy is
to eat fresh salad from the naked
body of his pal -- I switch channels
because my pizza makes efforts to
see the outside world once again,
probably for some reincarnation.
No, Jerry Springer isn't it either, so
I switch the telly off again and plug
my Psion organizer into the modem to get
my private E-Mails. I spend the next hour
reading news on organizers, the Internet,
and the latest once-only never-to-come-again
superbuy-offer from www.eggheads.com for
an infrared mouse. I answer all the E-Mails
I've got from friends who want to know
how my day has been. I decide to write "Just
an ordinary day" and to put that
on my homepage for them (and to save me
from writing the same stuff everyday).
21:50
My cats find out that my warm lap, smelling
slightly like pizza, is the ideal
place to go for a nice nap, so they
both climb on my lap and sleep sweetly
cuddled up together so I can't move
for the rest of the evening.
22:00
I have a date with my brother and two
friends at ICQ (a chat program)
in the Internet. We discuss all
kinds of things, focussing mainly
on the bra-size of Pam Anderson
as opposed to Kylie Minogue.
23:30
I briefly watch the latest Austrian news
on the Internet (thank you, www.realaudio.com!)
only to find out that everything
interesting has completely failed
to happen again.
23:45
I look at the pile of books which I've
ordered from Amazon.com, and as
always I find it difficult to decide
which one to read first. I read
the first page of all of them, and
then decide by random.
24:00
Routine tooth brushing and closing out
cats -- who strongly protest by
constant meowing for about five
minutes. It's never got them anywhere,
but you'll remember what I said
about the cleverness of cats...
00:30
I read the book by some acclaimed Internet
guru, praised to provide "mind
boggling insights in a future full
of change." After a couple
of pages, I decide that I'm utterly
bored and that tomorrow I'll try
another book. I turn off the lights,
cuddling nicely in my warm and cozy
bed. Let's wait and see what the
next day will bring.
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