a couple of adroit curses below.
Music to read by. Ella tears your heart.
2. All your hallucinations, may they come true, and be like a chandelier--hanging all day and burning all night.
3. May you grow like a holding company ad agency, that is, may you shrink.
4. May your CCOs win every creative award at Cannes and you lose every piece of real business you have.
5. May a Woodstock attendee hallucinate less than your AI platform.
6. May you win an account selling slop just when your AI stops producing it.
7. May your virtual assistant make hundreds of real mistakes.
8. May your technology outstrip your humanity and may you be able to re-boot neither.
9. May you have answers to questions that are never asked and questions about things that are never answered.
10. May the timesheet police of happiness punish you for being late by making you watch HR-compliance videos.
11. May you win accounts promoting branches of the government that teeter on the edge of fascism, and may their funding run out when you've finished the work but before they pay their bills.
12. May all the people judging your ads have lots of opinions and little taste.
13. May senior management return from Cannes more eager than ever to make an 'impact.'
14. May you only be judged by the work other people don't steal credit for.
15. May you wake up one morning and hear Martin Sorrell calling you "Shorty," and Mark Read calling you "Smiley."
16. May a technologist take over your holding company and may she actually believe her own PR.
11. May you win accounts promoting branches of the government that teeter on the edge of fascism, and may their funding run out when you've finished the work but before they pay their bills.
12. May all the people judging your ads have lots of opinions and little taste.
13. May senior management return from Cannes more eager than ever to make an 'impact.'
14. May you only be judged by the work other people don't steal credit for.
15. May you wake up one morning and hear Martin Sorrell calling you "Shorty," and Mark Read calling you "Smiley."
16. May a technologist take over your holding company and may she actually believe her own PR.
17. May your holding company's senior executives grant themselves ten-digit compensation packages then blame the parlous condition of their agency on their business model.
18. May your "hot-desk" cause third-degree crotch burns.
19. May the all-white, all-male, all-Oxbridge, all over-50 management at your holding company lecture you for 23-hours a day on diversity.
20. During the 24th hour may you have to eat agency catering.
19. May the all-white, all-male, all-Oxbridge, all over-50 management at your holding company lecture you for 23-hours a day on diversity.
20. During the 24th hour may you have to eat agency catering.
Thanks to Martin Galton for the uncanny drawing of me.
In a good mood.
In a good mood.
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