if you like little girls, you like Timms fruitbeer. That’s what the poster seemed to say. A blurry naked 14-year-old girl, a yellow rubber duck and fruit beer. Most disturbing poster I ever saw. A refresh-campaign is running now, the child replaced with a blurry mid twenty something girl. Less provocative, no less weird. What do this naked babe and her duck have to do with beer? Is she boozing in the bathroom? Or is the duck misleading, just decoration to the bedroom? Is Blurry girl into fruitbeer after a good shag?

I once got a plastic bag from an ex-girlfriend, containing everything I’d ever given her. Apart from that place in her head, I had been removed from her life. That bag flash through my head as I cleaned my Mac. I was removing all old Macromedia software, preferences and extensions in order to install a new version. I trashed every item linked to the company and its software. But the memories will never be removed. Back in the day, large graphic software companies like Adobe, Corel and Discreet ruled the world.

Macromedia was different: smallier, younger, rebellion. You could like the company and its spirit. The world is a smaller placenow that all the smaller ones are bought, and Macromedia snagged by Adobe. Soon, the Macromedia User Group in Mechelen will be renames Adobe User Group. MXNA, great news center, will lose its “M”. You will be missed, old friend.

Some people on my morning train are too funny. Take office biker. His light blue shirt, dark blue pants and small leather briefcase don’t betray that he rides a bike to the station. He balances the briefcase on his handlebars, while his ass on the high saddle nearly tears those blue pants. The only thing funnier than seeing his business-face read his paper, would be to see it in first class.

Tom got married. The first of many friends I I presume, since getting married has gotten back in fashion. Lovely seremony, I like it when the clergy reduces its role to merely orchestrating.

I don’t turn around anymore for what seems to be money and always turn out to be a colored leaflet. A gentle drizzle, a slight delay and a narrow bicycle lane should have firmed this decision. But no: I hit the brakes, rode back and poked at the leaflet. And What do you know? A twenty on the street. Goodbye to resolutions.

I just realized how ridiculous it is to put off a visit to the toilet to get some emails out first. I dropped my mouse where it had been hovering and let it out. You can’t imaging home many people in an advertising agency you see running towards the toilet at over 15 km/h. One of these days, an account manager will not make it

Travelling back from the outsource experience, my large headphones travel with me. I could theoretically have put on the small in-ear pair I always travel with, but what the heck. Perfect sound on the train. Ah. I’ll take the wandering faces as a sign of respect for my auditive superiority.

I sometimes wander how companies get expensive. Small ones seem to create small slices of heaven for no money at all. It took being outsourced to a small one to realize where the money flows to. Not only spacious buildings in city centers, but also furniture, previously inexistent functions, expensive coffee makers, airo, millions spend on details. I guess it’s inevitable.