HIMYM AU: Barney finds out that Robin works for S.H.I.E.L.D as Agent Hill (Part 1)
They’re mixing two different universes together and yet it still makes waaay more sense than the finale.
The story behind Taco Bell’s new ads, and the company’s “breakfast war” with McDonald’s: http://nyr.kr/1hq2Fbs
“Using average people with famous names to endorse a brand isn’t a new idea. In 2012, ESPN ran ads in which Michael Jordan—a white, middle-aged man of average height—checks into a hotel, goes to a restaurant, and so on. Ronald McDonald has also already served as spokesperson for other fast-food chains.”
The Queen of Thorns does not have time for this Claire’s level jewelry.
I was recently at a tech conference and there were a number of interesting speakers.
One of my favorite sessions was hearing Marissa Mayer, CEO at Yahoo talk about her challenges and progress at Yahoo. It was fascinating and I left with even more respect for her than I had previously.
— Darren Woolley. “Lies, damn lies and marketing pseudo-statistics and their impact” (via peterspear)
Pole-dancing robots? Humanity will pay dearly for this one day, I am sure.
Okay now that selfie is official done.
Anonymous asked: Have you ever found it frustrating having to do something you don't want to (as in, doesn't tickle your fancy) but it helps pay the bills?
So, let me tell you a quick story:
My grandpa on my dad’s side came over from China when he was pretty young— grew up in Chicago. He was in high school when World War 2 broke out; he joined up, and was put in the 407th Air Service Squadron. It was part of the famed Flying Tigers fighter group, and one of the first all Chinese-American units in the military. He fixed planes. He also shot at them when they strafed the airfield. With a pistol.
He was there when the Japanese officially signed the surrender, and was honorably discharged soon after. The very first thing that he bought with his stashed up pay was a sterling silver bracelet with his serial number on it.
I keep it within sight of my desk at all times.
After the war, he went back to Chicago, but his father was already housing too many Chinese immigrant workers (up to this point, most Chinese immigrants were single men because of strict immigration laws and quotas), so he had to move to Detroit to live with an uncle and finish high school.
One of his high school teachers noted his artistic abilities, and recommended that he use his GI Bill to go to art school. Of course, his dad wouldn’t have it. So, he worked in laundromats, owned his own grocery, and later worked as an insurance salesman instead.
70 years later, I’m the graduate of an art school, and I’m taking a break from drawing to write this out.
I guess my point is this: the time that you use to pursue art has to come from somewhere. At some point, a sacrifice was made by you, or others, to allow you to have that time. Illustrators try to make a living in that intersection of art and commerce in an effort to lessen that sacrifice. There are some that are doing quite well at that. There are many, many more that are not.
Even those artists who we view as extremely successful have to sacrifice time. It just comes from other places: relationships, health, or family, etc. The real struggle then, is to find that balance on how you are spending your time.
If you know that a life spent making art is your ultimate goal, then doing things you don’t like aren’t really frustrations. They are necessities that must be done to give yourself time.
I think this is why I cringe every time I hear someone say that self-righteous creed of the “creative class”: “Do what you love, and you’ll never work a day in your life.” That statement discounts all the hard work and sacrifices that you or others have made to be in that situation—what on Earth would entitle us to only work jobs that we love?
I don’t do this because I love it. I do it because I must.
It’s in my bones.
Because, let’s be honest, it was a little confusing the first time.