Monday, March 2, 2009
I'll Have The Leg Of Copywriter
One of the things I've had to come to terms with is knowing that if I were in a plane crash and ended up on a deserted island with any random group of people and we ran out of food, I'd be the first one they'd eat. Not because I'm particularly tasty or loaded with meat but because as an advertising copywriter I have absolutely no useful skills whatsoever. Doctors and nurses would be vital to survival. Anyone who can build or fix things is going to last. Hunters and cooks will last. Even a mime could provide some entertainment. If I'm honest with myself I have to admit that even an art director would last a little longer than me because at least they could design a nice, readable HELP sign. Of course, if they're a particularly fussy art director they might try to make the sign too small and get eaten immediately. But that would only buy me a day or so.