what do you wanna be when you grow up?

I remember being young and sitting in front of the mirror, talking to myself telling myself stories. Mum said I used to do it all the time. Funny to me now that I tell myself stories on the internet everyday.

Last night I had a dream…I worked at a major media company, I had lots of responsibilities and my job was making it more social.

I woke up…it was a dream…it is a dream and it’s also a reality. I’m doing it, I really am, this is my life.

Hosted my first meeting today for some marketing and digital people in one of the big meeting rooms where magic happens. It made me really excited.

I’ve been having fun this week with this new thing I started this week called formspring. Anyone can ask me a question about anything and I answer.

I ask you…What do you wanna be when you grow up?

14 Comments

  1. greg_a_elliott
    January 7, 2010 / 7:31 pm

    I want to be a “friend with benefits” for Casie and the rest if the Toronto Tweet Girls…

  2. jellotrip
    January 7, 2010 / 7:14 pm

    I want to be a green monster.

  3. January 7, 2010 / 7:30 pm

    I want to be short, round and Welsh.

  4. jellotrip
    January 7, 2010 / 7:37 pm

    @davidcrow – we're really living the same dream, colour notwithstanding.

  5. January 7, 2010 / 10:04 pm

    Jello – what does that even mean? lol

  6. Gregory Alan Elliott
    January 7, 2010 / 10:08 pm

    Jello. It does not MEAN anything really. But in 17th century England, when approaching a table with putrified animal fluids, it was considered unlucky to not “greet” the said putrified animal fluids. Thus they would cry out “Jello!” in order to not be burnt alive by dragons on their way to work the next day. The End.

  7. Gregory Alan Elliott
    January 7, 2010 / 10:08 pm

    Jello. It does not MEAN anything really. But in 17th century England, when approaching a table with putrified animal fluids, it was considered unlucky to not “greet” the said putrified animal fluids. Thus they would cry out “Jello!” in order to not be burnt alive by dragons on their way to work the next day. The End.

  8. jellotrip
    January 8, 2010 / 10:17 pm

    @g.a.e. – what would it mean if a little welsh guy came up to a table in England and it was covered in Jello?

    Also, wrt the friends with benefits position/job/vocation/pipedream, get in line like a nice polite fellow – there were a bunch of us here first with the same pipedream.

  9. Gregory Alan Elliott
    January 8, 2010 / 10:29 pm

    Sorry Jellotrip,
    First, I'm not in competition with anyone, including you. Second, your pipe dreams are my realities… But that is because I don't waste my life pipe dreaming.
    Regards,
    Greg

  10. jellotrip
    January 11, 2010 / 6:30 pm

    @gae – well, you certainly put a nasty little spin on that, didn't you?

    In retrospect, the obliqueness of my feigned jealousy reference to the green faced monster would have been tough to get for all but the most learned of fellows.

    Just to be clear, there is absolutely no chance that the last part of your comment has any root in reality, but agree with you entirely on the first part – you're certainly not competition to me…….

    Best,

    Jeff

  11. Greg
    January 11, 2010 / 6:59 pm

    First pipe dream, now nasty spin? If you are going to continue to inflict my reality with your perceptions of my reality, this will be a waste of time. How about a truce.

  12. jellotrip
    January 11, 2010 / 7:06 pm

    Thanks for saying so, but they all try to compete with me (because of my arm candy)……thank goodness I've got the pipes to support the sweetness…..

    ……and I keep my eyz on the pryze…..

    Hey, that rhymes!!

    Being a “poet” is easy.

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