ads: every web designer’s dream…
Saw this charming little ad on my way into the office today. You gotta love the Elvis glasses, right? It’s like hipster and kitsch all in… wait, is there a difference between hipster and kitsch? I admit that I am guilty of throwing around the word content more often at the office lately, because I want our clients to worry less about what it will look like and more about whether there’s anything to look at. But I wouldn’t say that the web master* is dead. Thankfully I’m not the web master here, I’m a web designer and/or web developer, front-end developer, web presentation engineer…? There are so many made-up titles for what I do and nearly none of them really encompass what I do. I think people come up with new job titles just so they can sound cool at a networking happy hour.
Speaking of happy hour, I will be playing Michael Gray’s “The Weekend” more than once today. I won’t be pop-locking around the photocopier, however. I’m not saying that I couldn’t, just that I won’t**. It’s hard to deal with a “regular” week after so many short ones, and I’ll be glad to see this one dead and buried. Someone please point me in the direction of a hot fire and some mulled cider!
** I can’t, however, promise that I won’t be dancing to “Single Ladies” in the elevator, but at least I left my cyborg hand at home.