monday monday monday.

blue. blue. blue.

Actually, more of a grayish hue.

Today is lots of little piddly piddly jobs - a stray headline here, a copy tweak there. My personal favourite is feedback from client that is so vague, it practically sounds like dialogue from some norweigan art house film. And perhaps that was an extraordinarily vague dis. but man. This is the feedback i got today on copy that i didn't even write, mind. (I am stepping in for a writer who broke his foot. Stepping in, see -- pretty funny, i know).

"(Client name goes here) thinks this is too weak. Any suggestions?"

too weak. Too weak? Does that mean not full of big muscular words like "impenetrable" or "unshakeable"? does it mean too girly or too soft-spoken or not flavorful enough, like a piss poor cup of earl grey?

lord knows.

i guess this is where my good old-fashioned creative writing skills come in handy.

it's almost reminiscent of the days of university past - when i would wax on about the most ridiculous things, though i probably had very little idea of what i was really talking of. Like the time i had to give a formal lecture to my classmates about Foucalt's analysis of Magritte's "This is not a pipe". I should have started by saying,

"This is not an intelligent take on anything. This is in fact a postmodern nonsense-fest of grandiose proportions. This is bee-essing to the extreme."

This is not a pipe. This is a Monday gripe. A realization that sometimes things you study academically and write professionally can be kind of tripe.