I’ve been brewing beer lately in my free time, entertaining myself by making some very elaborate labels.
I sent some pictures to a former colleague a few days ago and all of a sudden, it’s gone sorta viral, as the kids say, and people are asking about my beer.
Unfortunately, production has not yet expanded beyond the five-gallon plastic bucket in my closet, so it won’t be hitting the market any time soon. (Unless any breweries out there want to license my label for this booming market segment. Start the bidding!) But I’m glad others in this business appreciate a little gallows humor. And while I don’t want to discourage any potential employers – feel free to toss any pity assignments my way – I am in fact still writing, and even enjoying the freelance life. Granted, the line between “freelance” and “unemployed” is sometimes blurry. But you get the idea.
Want to give full credit to Alberta Johnson, the photog who created the original image of this ink-stained wretch, and then very kindly let me use it. She’s really cool. Check out her other work here.
UPDATE: Romenesko followed up a year later, in May of 2014: