People in the new media industry — I was one of them for a while — have always said “It’s the content, stupid.” Go on all you want about the newest telephone techo-gadgetry; I’ll take my basic Samsung and the entertaining voicemail messages from yesterday over any hot new phone that Gizmodo, the gadget blog, drools over…
Hello Joey, it’s Dad. Your uncle Ravenal just arrived in town. We’re on the patio at Hooters. We request the honour of your company.
Hi Joey, it’s Meryle. I need you to be my trained monkey…
Joey, this is Tony. I used to manage The Living Room, where I hired you for a couple of nights to do some go-go dancing. I was wondering if you’d like to do some accordion playing with the house band at my new club…
Joey, it’s Anne. Remember the girls from my PR class? Tanya’s throwing a party tonight and when they invited me, they kept saying “Bring Joey! Bring Joey!” I know it’s short notice, but if you’re not doing anything tonight, the girls would love to see you…
(And to think I was planning to spend the evening feeling sorry for myself.)
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