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Of course, all this presupposes someone is listening to poor l'il me. Which means trying to get into marketing on some level--simply being serious and making sense (another assumption I make is that I do that) hasn't been enough to be heard in a long time.

After all, there's a lot of competition out there.

So I set up my little shop, right? And I put all amnner of truth, goodness and wisdom on display. Then I set out a sign with directions to my shop, a 200 watt spotlight above it so it can be read in the middle of all the darkness.

But right next to me . . . hell, 100 miles away . . . there's a big display room full of all manner of googaws, making pretty tinkling noises and flashing colored lights. They serve cotton candy, whipped cream, all these yummy, empty calories. And they put up a sign the size of a billboard with ten searchlights sweeping the skies and play funky music that can be heard blocks away.

Is anyone gonna even see my sign?

posted by Prometheus 6 at 4/6/2003 12:49:06 PM |