When Jesper prepared lunch, he made the following puzzle.”You have to make this shape…”
“…from this…”
“…and you’re only allowed to move on piece…”
At this point, forgetting that this in fact is a pretty simple task, Jesper is looking at me as if he just unrolled the Monty Hall Problem…
and speaking of…
About a year ago I took a road trip in the US. During this trip i read a book in which the problem was explained. My Co-traveller was, and still is a very intelligent young man, especially regarding mathmatics. I showed him the problem, and after that could barely sleep at night. A quick recap of the days to follow, looked something like this.
Day 1.
Me          “Look…a horse…”
His reply “It doesn’t matter if you change door. It’s still 50/50…”
Day 2
Me          “Look…a large mountain…”
His reply “Aahhh… It does matter if you change door. ”
Day 3
Me          “Look…a gas station…”
His reply “Goddammit. It’s still 50/50… ”
Day 124
Me          “Look…my arm fell off…”
His reply “Make the switch..always make the switch… ”
and while writing this, jesper prepared the following…As he says…Because it’s a dish with a certain height, it’s like dining at a very posh restaurent…
/ Busto
Posted by andreas | 31.08.2006 | No comments
Hello stranger.
We’re busy building a site for the world wide web.
But during lunch i found the following definition…
Off-color humor…? That’s funny…
“Hello doctor. Two days ago i stumped my foot on a table, and now my big toe turned all african-american…”
/ Busto
Posted by andreas | 29.08.2006 | 2 comments
Today is sunday…the day, according to God, where you’re supposed to rest. Did a good job, the old chap, anticipating the effect large amount of alcohol has on the human body…The day before that is saturday, and saturday is not a day to rest…so I decided to make a complete fool of myselfe.
Just around the corner from where I live, theres a little place where i buy my newspaper, and the occasional pack of cigarettes. And sometimes a very beautiful girl is standing behind the counter. Being really hung over I decided I needed some sort of softdrink. When I entered, I saw the girl, and trying to come off a bit intellectual i grabbed a copy of weekendavisen (booring paper… lots of long words). And then I thought that if I, in addition to the IQ-thing, could show a humoureous side it should be easy peasy…I spotted a box of chocolate bars standing on the counters, and in my battered brain the following words gathered…
Me, pointing at the box “I wonder if they get to know each other before they have to spend the rest of their lifes togeather in that rather intimite position….
Girl “…”
Me “…I mean…otherwise it’s a bit like those fixed marriages in the middle east…”
Girl, now with her finger moving towards the panic button “…”
Me ” Or maybe they do like some sort of speed dating of at the factory…In order to give the poor bars a chance to feel real love, before spending the rest of their life in that sad little box…like a nice candlelight-dinner…probably
wouldn’t order the chocolate cake for dessert, though…’cause that would just be like cannibalism…and that’s just wrong…” ( silence grotesque..) “…really really wrong…”
Girl “What…?”
Me “…you know…eating each other…that’s wrong…”
Girl “…”
Me “…oki doki…I guess i’m on my way…so…I guess…I…goodbye”
Exit stage…
Guess I’m gonna have to find a new place to buy my paper…
/ Busto
Posted by andreas | 27.08.2006 | No comments
This is a piece of an interview with copywriter Neil French…or as I like to call him…Mr. Word…
I especially like the bit…”Clients are not always stupid.”
T: So if you have a good idea you keep the client.
NF: If you can get the client enthusiastic about his own advertising that is fantastic.
You know, clients are not always stupid. They frequently come up with good ideas
themselves and I am happy to go along with that. If a client has a good idea I will
say,”Oh, yes!”, and steal it, and get an award, and keep the award, and give the
client no credit whatsoever!
Regarding the last post…I don’t get it…the statistics show that there’s been at least
50 visitors over the last 12 hours…Why don’t they post…??? anyone ??? (I guess not…)
Posted by andreas | 25.08.2006 | No comments
Jesper just installed google analytics. A tool showing statistics on www.busto.dk…and its looking good, but not good enough…And being creative we whipped up the following viral campaign…admitted…a weird campaign, but a campaign none the less…here goes…
The following ten persons who comments on this post, including an email-adress, will recieve a letter containing the sum of 50 DKK…
LET THE GAMES BEGIN….
Posted by andreas | 24.08.2006 | 3 comments
We’re working late, and we’re working hard…
In the sparse sparetime Jesper’s got on his hands, with one hand on the mouse, and the other on a little thing we like to call a kebab, he made this piece…He says the guy depicted is me, at a party where i accidently had a few to many tequilas, or as we like to call them…tequilas…later that night i discovered the following…if you decide to consume more than 30 tequilas, be sure to hire a little helper, ’cause under no circumstances will you be able to unlock your front door…Not that you feel the slightest bit of
EMBARRASSMENT
(yes…about that much…maybe a bit more…)
when you two weeks later discover that the nice old lady living across the hall, tugged you in at about eight o’clock in the morning…
/ Busto
Posted by andreas | 23.08.2006 | 4 comments
A couple of hours ago I went to the local postoffice to pick up a package. I walk in, take a number, wait for my turn…and then…
When my number turns up on the screen, I go to the counter. But before I get there some spaced out hippie ( …3 minutes before this she repeatedly says the sentence ” Where the fuck are the fucking stamps”…and then decides to answer that question with a “shut up”…”) cuts right in front of me. Confused I take another look at my number, and sure thing…it’s my turn…I instantly grab the nearest table, flip it over and yell “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON”…no…pulling your leg…I wait until ms. “I only eat fruit fallen from the sky…” is done. Then I step up to the counter and explain that the nice lady cut in front of me, so she doesn’t have to press the new number button…to which she replies ” what number do you have ?” I show her my slip..she looks to the screen showing my number…looks at me…looks at the screen…looks at me…and then the following piece of dialog emerges from the shadows of crazyland, like the nine degrees of hell in front of Dante…
Lady in counter : “what seems to be the problem”…
Me : ” well…my number is showing on the screen…but the hippie cut in front of me…”
Lady in counter : “…what ?”…
Me : “my number is showing on the screen but that lady took my spot…”
Lady in counter : “…what number do you have ?…”
Me : “the number on the screen, but..”
Lady in counter : “…but what:..”
Me : “I’m just telling you that you don’t have to press “next number”…’cause that lady “took”
my number…
Lady in counter : “…what number do you have ?.. ”
Me : “the number showing on the screen, but…”
Lady in counter : “…then what’s the problem ?..”
Me : “no problem…just wanted to tell you that if you’re a number ahead of schedule…”
Lady in counter : “…what?.. ”
At this point some jerk, probably there to pick up a USB-powered fondue-pot, comes up next to me, asking me “what’s the hold up ?”…
I tell him that for several months I’ve been having a secret crush on him, dreaming about the day when I could take him home to meet my family and adopt lots and lots of babyes…and I’m not even gay…The guy looks at me…the lady behind counter looks at me…
At this point I decide to go no further with this game of marco polo with Helen Keller…I give her my slip…recieve my package, and walk out…hoping that evolution, over the next two weeks, will take care of these scary people…
I get back…and my mom calls. Ever since I moved about 300 kilometers away, she somehow got the idea that you have to speak a bit louder in the old ring’a'ding-ding box. So every conversation starts with me asking her why shes yelling, to which she replyes “HELLO…HELLO…” Then she goes on to explain that she made a mistake at work…every month they send out a printed newsletter. But this month she put one guys name next to another guys photo. She says it’s no major problem, but she just wanted to ask if it’s possible to correct……after it’s printed…!!! I tell her to go to the nearest book shop and ask for a specifik pen…the Penol 777…I lower my voice and whisper “it’s a magic pen mommy…”
An hour ago she calls me up, telling me that she bought the pen, but it looks just like a regular pen…
It’s been a good day…
/ Busto
Posted by andreas | 23.08.2006 | No comments
Great weekend…a bit of a pickle getting back when we discovered that some blond guy drank our car…but we managed…
First of all, let’s take a look at Jesper from the office, turning the tables…
What you can’t see is that just outside the frame there’s a crowd of 7000 girls screaming like all hell broke loose…and he’s not even touching the vinyl…
and then we made a bit of a movie…
Daugstrup.mov
/ Busto
Posted by andreas | 22.08.2006 | No comments
Today Busto is heading for tha annual Dagstrup festival…
If you can’t be there, be square…
In celebration of this great event, we made the blog a bit more disco…just for the weekend.
Posted by andreas | 18.08.2006 | No comments
Friend of Busto, Kim Lange aka. “My man in amsterdam”-(although we find it a bit 90s, he insists on being called so.) just fired up substitute.dk . It’s a cheeky little fucker, and we fancy it a lot…
Posted by andreas | 17.08.2006 | 1 comment
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