Suck it Jim Behrle this is my house now
I li(c)ked this
What's the ratio at Radar On Line these days?
Looking for a VP of sales. Are such people allowed to read The Awl without bursting into flames? If so, then: obviously, VP-appropriate-level client and agency contacts, experience in enterprise-level partnerships for media/technology. Mobile a big plus. Job's in NYC. Real serious motherfuckers only may inquire at email@example.com.
"Even as my potential fling part II fizzled, I did manage to form a relationship with a lifestyle brand, which did nothing short of bend over backwards for me."
I am not here.
hah, I'm glad to see my infection of Cho with the ChartBeat virus has spread to the rest of the Awl staff.
Joel called me a dick in his first email to me long ago but it was in a welcoming/congratulatory way. And that pretty much set the tone for working in This Industry that I love so well. I've had middling enthusiasm for some installments of this series, though many have been great too ... but this one is over the fence. Well done.
Not only did I see this movie in ye olde theatre -- but by the time I did, I had already stopped reading the dozens (hundreds?) of Destroyer books on which it was based. Sort of a bloodthirsty nincompoop's Nancy Drew, the books were a group-written hodgepodge of 70s serial crap. Wonderful stuff for a nine year old who couldn't get into "Mack Bolan: Executioner". Chiun had an evil twin named Nuihc; it was eventually revealed that Chiun's real name *was* Nuihc, and the nova-Nuihc was an evil student of his that took his name, and so, to distinguish between himself and his evil student, old-Nuihc reversed his name to Chiun. I also remember Remo losing interest in sex because he had mastered the instant-orgasm-touching thing in so many ways that making a woman come was too easy and boring for him (as was killing people), so he really had no outlet for his many frustrations. I think there was also a killer android that Remo eventually befriended. And there was a billionaire villain who offered people outrageous sums of money to do the things they claimed they'd never do; he offered a fortune to a thug if said thug would beat his (the thug's) grandmother to death with a twig. Thus ends my Remo Williams memory dump.
I am counter-intuitively sold on this edgy brand that all the right people seem to hate and/or fear!