It doesn't Ad up

 

This is what I fantasize about looking like and being thought of. In reality my hair never looks like that, my beard is more like John Brown, the militant abolitionist. 



At times I'm afraid I look more like this when I pander for advertising awards.

Though my hair also never looks curly and that isn't my shade of lip stick.  But to be fair, I did recently win an local Emmy. I just never got to go to the awards show and pick it up.  It was delivered to me yesterday in a box.  Not that I would have gone to the show in an evening gown and jewels. I'm not that senile yet.

I have worked in marketing and advertising a long, long time. So you would think selling my own freaking t-shirt designs would be a slam dunk. But since I was ousted from Teepublic and Red Bubble and moved to a Printify pop up store, I haven't sold squat despite some pretty aggressive  social media marketing.  I've posted ads and videos with more hash tags than a bad 1950s truck stop.  I have hung my hat on the National Day Day posts religiously to the point I believe they are going to get a restraining order. 

I've started desperately trying to use stuff from the "onthisdayinhistory" people.  Today was the anniversary of the burning and sacking of Troy in ancient Greece. So I posted this:

You would think I'd at least get a few likes or reposts out of it but nothing. 

I just think the world isn't ready for my genius.