Posts Tagged ‘Nichole Flynn’

Let’s All Go to the Movies…And Get Some Crappy Award!

Thursday, February 9th, 2012

We are in the midst of the award season. In the words of Woody Allen, all they do in Hollywood is give out awards. And for what? Because you are fortunate enough to be able to have an awesome, creative, fun job that pays you more money than you will ever need? Oh, that’s not enough, huh…ok, well, here’s an award that says you were really good at doing everything you love to do. Yeah, YOU!

Just for a little perspective, I thought I would share one of my favorite things about the internet. People who love to design, but might never get the chance to design what they really love, now have an arena to put their work out there. Not for money, because no one is paying them. Not for fame, because hardly anyone is looking for them. And certainly not for awards, because there is no award for best Pinterest board, Facebook album or etsy site…not yet.

So in the spirit of the award season, I present my winners for best movie poster design that no one ever asked for…but still deserves to be seen…enjoy.

Advertising Meets Psychology

Wednesday, June 22nd, 2011

Not only do I like quick facts about advertising, I love cool graphs and charts.
Here’s your daily dose of both. Enjoy.

The Sneaky Psychology of Advertising

Stock + Photo + Search = Adventure!

Friday, January 28th, 2011

I buy stock photos. A lot of stock photos. Which means I’ve learned the way to navigate a stock website pretty well. But there is no perfect path to that one photo out of millions that says just what you need it to say.

A lot of the products that our agency works with are in the business of making the consumers home life more pleasant. That should be a fairly easy visual goal to achieve, but you’d be surprised.

Here is a current search for just such a product…

Keyword Search: home + people + happy + indoors (pretty straight forward, right?)

Well, that could mean…

A couple of young ladies cleaning up.

Grandma enjoying a little late night reading.

Or, whatever the hell this is???

Here’s another…
Keyword Search: home + family + bedroom + happySometimes you get lucky…

Sometimes you get…

There must have been a sale on robes.

A Teddy Bear Picnic gone horribly wrong.

Or, whatever the hell this is???

A little advice, if your search involves looking for a man hugging a pillow, rethink the whole concept. These photos are ALL creepy.

 
If you like this kind of thing, there is a bit of fun on the internet called This Week in Ridiculous Stock Photography.
Enjoy such galleries as…

Business People Doing Yoga

People Looking Shocked in Front of Computers

And, my favorite…

Men Laughing Alone With Fruit Salad

What Summer Means to Me

Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010

Memorial Day was a few weeks ago, which means summer is here. This is what I have been waiting for, because with the seasonal change my everyday chores WILL change as well. 

I cook. A lot. I have one husband and two sons. They all carry a lunchbox.

They all eat differently. Against my better judgment and the advice of others, I have allowed this to happen. In the winter it’s not so bad, I’m stuck inside anyway, but summer is here now and things are going to change. 

No more soup EVERY SINGLE DAY for Jack.
No more ham sandwich EVERY SINGLE DAY for Henry.

And my husband, John. Well, he would prefer if I cooked as if catering a budget wedding all the time (“Why not just make a huge batch of Mostaccioli and I’ll eat that for 3 or 4 days?”). Although this would make my life easier, I cannot inflict that on anyone, even if that’s what they “think” they want. 

So, everyone is getting on the Summer Food Bus! How will this go over? Quite frankly, I don’t care. Well, that’s not true, I do care, but I am sticking to my guns and packing one lunch for everyone, which will usually consist of leftovers from the previous nights grilled dinner. No more processed ham. No more Campbell’s soup. No more red sauce! 

The new regime has been in practice for a few days now and is going great. I find kids will eat almost anything off the grill if it is on a wooden stick.
And they will eat it the next day, just knowing that at one time, it was on a wooden stick. I can live with that. 

Here is the biggest success so far…feel free to try it yourself! 

Lemongrass Beef Skewers (borrowed from Martha Stewart) 

  • 3 lemongrass stalks, bottom 4 inches only, mincedlemongrassbeefskewers
  • 3 tablespoons plus 1 1/2 teaspoons fish sauce
  • 2 tablespoons plus 1 teaspoon packed light-brown sugar
  • 1 garlic clove, minced
  • 1 tablespoon vegetable oil
  • 1 pound boneless sirloin, trimmed of excess fat
  • 1/4 cup roasted salted peanuts (about 1 ounce), crushed
  • 1/2 English cucumber, thinly sliced on the diagonal (optional) Fresh mint and basil sprigs, for serving Bibb or Boston lettuce leaves, for serving Lime wedges, for squeezing 

Directions

1. Soak 8 bamboo skewers in cold water for 30 minutes.
2. Whisk together lemongrass, fish sauce, sugar, garlic, and oil. Slice beef very thinly against the grain. Add to marinade, and toss. Let stand at room temperature for 20 minutes.
3. Preheat a grill to medium-high heat. Thread beef onto skewers. Grill until browned, about 1 minute per side. Transfer to a platter, tent with foil, and let rest 5 minutes. Sprinkle with peanuts. Serve with the remaining ingredients on the side, bundling the meat, cucumber, and herbs inside the lettuce leaves if desired. 

TO DRINK: I go with a gin and tonic with many, many limes. 

NEXT MONTH: Photos and tips from the Flynn Family Jort Party! That’s right, grab last season’s jeans, we’re making a whole new wardrobe!

Sample This!

Monday, April 12th, 2010

It takes negotiating, pleading and downright lying to get my kids to try new foods at home, but if a lady at Costco with plastic gloves offers them something they’ve never heard of in a cup and they get to eat it with a toothpick, all the sudden they’re Anthony Bourdain.

 

Me too. I love a free sample. Usually.

 

If you take the Metra train in Chicago you have no doubt noticed the wonderful new campaign by Degree for Women “Dare to Join Forces with Nature.” It’s lovely. It has beautiful flowers and open white spaces for elegant copy. Really top notch. And now it has the sample people.

 

Every morning when I get off the train there is a fresh faced young woman offering me a small packet of deodorant. I don’t want it. It’s deodorant. I already applied deodorant at home. In private.

 

In this era of public living, I want some things to remain private. I don’t seem to be able to do anything about the kid sitting next to me on the train with his headphones so loud they give me a headache. I can’t stop the woman behind me from talking at great volume and length on her cell phone about how she is going to redistribute her belongings from closet to closet this weekend to get ready for summer (this conversation took over 20 minutes and had so much detail that I find it hard to believe there was anyone on the other end of the phone). But when it comes to personal hygiene, I think we should all take a step back and reclaim some sense of modesty. Deodorant is now, and should always remain, a bastion of privacy.

 

Now, that being said, if the sample person was a 3-week-dirty, food-in-the beard, just-down-from-the-mountains, Grizzly Adams look alike with Chick-Fil-A on toothpicks, I would stand there chatting and eating all day.

‘Tis the Season

Tuesday, November 24th, 2009

Here come the holidays! I like that it starts with Thanksgiving. Not too much pressure, just a meal. And really, it’s the same meal every year. Oh, maybe a different pie, or something new in the stuffing, but basically it’s always the same. There’s something very comforting in starting out the season in the same way every year. It also gives everyone a chance to dip their toe into the biggie, the main event, Christmas. I like Christmas. I like it a lot. I like the songs, and the movies, and the tv shows. I entertained the idea of naming one of my sons George Bailey.

This year my sons are turning 6. They were born a few days before Christmas. Every year, up to now, I’ve kind of been in control of what they got for Christmas. I let them choose what they were interested in, giving gentle nudges when they went one way (ie: art kits, lego sets, big wheels and batman) and offering distractions when they choose less, um, desirable paths (ie: pogo sticks and guns). This year the distractions will no longer work. They’re on to me.

Transformers are my nemesis. I don’t like them. They are robots that turn into cars, or cars that turn into robots, I’m not sure of the chicken/egg order of things. Whatever they are, they’re armed and I don’t like it. You know who likes Transformers? Tony. Tony is a boy they go to school with. Tony is great. Every day I hear about what Tony likes and doesn’t like. My sons like Tony. A lot. And I do, too. Tony is a nice kid.

I’ve been trying to push Toy Story toys. For years. Buzz stood a chance, but nobody has really shown an interest in Woody. And now, it’s Transformers. Optimus Prime and Bumblebee. Those are their names. The Transformers. I swear, I don’t even know if they are good guys or bad guys. No one seems to be able to explain the backstory to me.

So, this year, things are changing. My boys are not solely “mine” anymore. They belong to the world of Transformers. The world of Tony. The world. I’ll be ok. There’s a new Toy Story movie coming out next year and they’re already pushing some toys for that. Jack likes the remote control car from the movie, so I’m letting Santa know. They still like the Grinch and Rudolph, so some of what was still is, and hopefully always will be.

Oh, and instead of a turkey for thanksgiving, the rock of all holiday traditions, my mom is cooking a capon. That’s a rooster. That’s been castrated.

Happy Holidays!bumblebee-holiday-greeting

Three, two, one, Liftoff!

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

Why Back-To-School Takes More Preparation Than a NASA Shuttle Launch.

I have two 5-year-olds who are going to start kindergarten this week. I don’t really remember my first day of kindergarten that well, but I doubt it took the amount of preparedness and paperwork that I am enduring. I think my enrollment was limited to a 3×5 index card with name, address and maybe a phone number. It might have been color-coded. My boys have no less than 38 pages of enrollment forms that need to be turned in at their orientation open house. I didn’t have an orientation open house until I went to college.

The Medical Forms.
This includes, but is in no way limited to, vaccinations, physicals, eye exams, hearing tests, dental exams and allergy screenings, along with family medical history, of course. Once these are filled out, we are asked to put together a kit of kleenex, anti-bacterial wipes and hand sanitizer. I threw in some mosquito netting and malaria single-shots as well…you never know, they may go to the park.

The “Emergency Contact Information” List.
They need numbers for me and my husband, in triplicate (home, work, cell). Then they would like the three closest relatives. Home, Work and Cell for all. My sons will able to drive themselves to the hospital by the time the school is done climbing through the phone tree.

The School Supplies.
I recall picking out a TrapperKeeper, Pencil Box and some pencils. That was for high school. For Kindergarten you need…3-Ring-Binder, Wide Ruled Notebook, Thick-Tip Magic Markers, Thin-Tip Magic Markers, Change of Clothes (sweatpants, shirt, jeans, shorts, socks, shoes), Paint Smock, Glue Sticks (3), Glue Bottle, Lunchbox/Thermos, Sneakers (to be left in gym cubby) and a backpack large enough to carry all items. My sons now have the backpack, filled with all the items. They should be able to lift it by the time they’re 10.

The Upside.
They are excited about starting school. We are moving to a new house in a new town. For the first time they will be sleeping in their own rooms. For the first time they will be seperated and going to different class rooms. For the first time, they are embracing the changes and excited for the possibilites instead of scared of the unknown. As much as the thought of buying shoes that will just sit in a cubby and only periodically be worn makes me fiscally outraged, the putting together of the school kit really seems to be a comfort and catalyst to a new school year full of changes. I guess I’ll just sell put whatever doesn’t get used on eBay next fall.   

Henry and Jack

Henry and Jack are "go" for kindergarten

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