August 3, 2000 — Ad campaigns for dummies

My $50 investment in stickers seems to have been quite a bargain. I think there's something about all-weather stickers that can even lend credibility to a site as vacant as mine. I'll have to order more as soon as I get my new Toronto-based address.

As Nathan proudly announced on the message board, there is indeed a sticker in the urinal at the Elgin Street Diner, and I've already received email about it. I'm kind of disappointed since now I can't use the idea that I had while at work a few weeks ago: to stick one in a urinal at work, take a picture, and make it the front page with a caption of "anti-greg: good for something." But that won't really seem like my idea anymore, now will it?

Some of the anti-greg stickers also apparently made an appearance in a store in the Muskoka area as being for sale alongside what I assume were the stickers for expensive, skater-ish clothing labels and assorted skateboard companies. I don't think any sold, but I'm impressed nonetheless.

I'm writing this in the morning again because yesterday I was horribly sick again. My allergies were brutal, I was completely burnt out from sleep deprivation, and the humidity was giving me a headache. I ended up falling to sleep at around 8:00PM, so I actually broke the eight-hour sleep barrier. Even on weekends I'm often only getting six hours of sleep, so this is cause for celebration. Restrained celebration, but celebration nonetheless.

The @anti-greg.com email redirects seem to kinda, maybe work now. I'd been trying to get boobs@anti-greg.com to go to Andrew, but it hadn't worked. The one I tested last night seemed to go through, though, so there is hope yet.

And since nothing interesting happened to me yesterday, I'll tell a story from the day before that I forgot to mention in my journal. It's not that exciting, but notable because (brace yourself) I almost got in another car accident. (This seems to be a weekly event, doesn't it?)

I was driving my sister to Jack Astor's in Kanata so she could once again try to pick up the waiters, and I wasn't paying attention and ended up driving down Eagleson, which is the stupidest possible route that you could take. But I wasn't about to turn back, so I was just going to go up to the Queensway and then head one exit West and everything would be fine. Well, on my way through Kanata, I'm stopped at a red light patiently waiting for the advance green on the other side to end. It finally does. The light for my side turns green. I pause a moment to make sure no idiots are still planning on making the turn. I notice a Pontiac vehicle entering the turning lane but think nothing of it. Then I notice that it's not stopping. By now I'm across one lane of traffic and into the turning lane. I slam the brakes, blast the horn, he almost hits me and definitely hits the concrete median thingy and keeps on driving. I'm actually pretty proud of this one because a) I actually prevented an accident and b) I got to honk the horn at a middle-aged guy whose passenger was an elderly woman, who I'll assume to be his mother. The joys of driving are without bounds. How sad that in 30 days I'll be in Toronto and unable to drive anymore...

I should probably get to work, but as far as countdown updates go: six days until I get my braces off, six days until I quit my job, and, as I've already proudly mentioned, 30 days until I move to Toronto. Almost done...