Another milestone today: For months I’ve been pitching taglines that go “Savor the flavor of [x],” where x equals some cheese product or beer product or whatever — it pretty much works for anything — and a client finally OK’d one this morning. The source of the phrase is the Smiths’ creepy vegi-anthem “Meat is Murder,” with the line going “savor the flavor of murder,” and my variation will be appearing alongside a nice glistening beauty shot of a pork loin. I’m hoping legions of 30-something ex-goths will see it and pump their fists and go OH NO HE DI’NT! etc. Because I take my victories like I take my hookers: small and lame.

In other news, I get this letter from MCI saying that a prisoner has listed my phone number as one he’d like to call on a regular basis, and they’d like me to approve the request. This was last week and I still haven’t made up my mind. Is it someone I know? An ex-girlfriend? A frat brother or Burning Man acquaintance ah ha ha I jest of course. Are they trying to reach the person who lived here before me? I’m pretty sure the previous tenant was the divorcee daughter of my landlord — is there a backstory here?

Anyway I’m thinking I’ll just give it the go-ahead and see what happens. I think the worst that could happen is I’m forced to impersonate a strict yoga instructor or the like to fuel his masturbatory scenarios, which is like whatever, hello every Friday night for me anyway, but maybe it could turn out that he needs a connection on the outside to run his money-laundering operation or underage runaway army while he’s in the big house. This could be a smart lateral move for me, career-wise.