If you haven’t heard our latest Fringecast offering, or you refuse to download the 30mb file and have resigned yourself to a life without colour, then today is your lucky day, because for the first time ever Fringe is offering one of our favourite portions of the Fringecast as a solo download. I’m talking about the movie trailer/commercial segment we put together. Each one is specially tailored for maximum effect, written and put together in exactly the same manner as professional trailers and commercials, but at one hundredth the cost!
For today, I’m proud to offer you Da Vinci Bits, a new cereal that may astound you with its level of mystery and taste conspiracy that just may inspire you to discover the code that we like to call Crispy Goodness.
I’ve been slack on blogging this week, which I’m fully aware affects the lives of millions in the pan-dimensional but parallel universe of Kronk, but since we can’t see those poor souls (actually, they’re more like luminous pieces of intelligent quantum streams, but that’s another thing), it’s something we can ignore and make resolutions to amend later. However, it is for good reason. I’ve been working on getting Greg Piper’s blog The Smoking Room up and running again after a long hiatus due to server issues and a rather nasty bout with trackback spam. I’m proud to announce it is about 75% complete, with just a few of the archive pages to be put together, along with comment and trackback popup windows needing some styling. But it works, and hopefully by next week Greg will have slathered us all with his gooey take on the world and status updates on his fragile ego. I’m sure I speak for the multitudes when I say I can’t wait.
We’ve hit a curious stride here in Los Angeles, weatherwise [Ahh, your old fallback topic...weather. -ed. Hey, when you've got nothin', you give nothin'.]. Days are balmy, like a giant piece of two-ply toilet paper has settled on the entire city and given the angular landscape a soft blurry edge. Nights are still cool, but they’re warming up, and mornings proffer the requisite blanket of smog/fog that soon dissipates into the clear by 10am. Not exactly exciting, but there’s a certain comfort in the steady routine, and the lack of horrible heat and humidity of the East Coast more than makes up for any humdrumness of it all.
But it’s the weekend, which means that life slows down somewhat and you take stock of where you are. Still searching for a job, though I’m expecting a call back from a potential employer on Monday. I interviewed on Tuesday and had a decent time of it, though I’m not sure I stood out in a crowd of candidates, except in the fact that I didn’t wear a business suit to the interview. It didn’t seem like the kind of place where one would be looked unfavourably upon for wearing nice jeans and a classy button up–it’s a toy directory company–and the employees were attired quite a bit less strenuously than I, but I caught a glimpse of the next candidate as I walked out, and he was dressed to the nines, including a patriotic tie. Nice subtle reinforcement technique, I thought as I walked out. I’ll have to see if my Angelino approach worked. I’ll let you know how it turns out.