Promotional Testimonials
Posted: 01 Oct 2011 00:24
I think it would be fun to hear testimonials of how people have been promoting the game. I'll start!
Testimonial: How I spent my Birthday, by Gorboth Nwalkaer
Truth: Last Wednesday on September 28th I turned 39. 39! Geez ... what an age to be. Ever since the promotional campaign launched, I'd really wanted to lead the charge as a shining example of how to go out there and promote promote promote. In anticipation of this, at the beginning of September, I even made a dry run to Kinko's to test-print a few of the poster formats on different sizes and types of paper. So ... the promotional launch happens, the timing is perfect! My girls are about to start school with my youngest being in full-day kindergarten for the first time, and me with only half-time employment this means sufficient time to do this thing right! And then what happens ...... ?
TEACHERS STRIKE. Nooooooooooooooo!!!!! So there it was. For the next 8 school days, more than a week and a half's worth of time, instead I am in full-on stay-at-home dad mode as my wife slogs it out at her 50+ hour a week job, doing all the housework, childcare, cooking, etc. I should be out there promoting, doggone it! We launched promotion! I've fired the gun! Given the signal! Marshalled the troops! But here I am, frozen in domestic blissfulness with my two very wonderful daughters (seriously, it was great to spend time with them, but the timing? DREADFUL!!)
So the teacher's strike is finally over, and I'm picking up the pieces of my *own* RL job, having taken so much time off to watch the girls. Still no way I can promote myself! Arrrrrrgh ... what a disgraceful Keeper! Way to set the example, Dorkboth! So, the next week is spent catching up, desperately trying to find the time. And then I see it ... the answer ... my birthday is coming up! Ahhhh yes. That's it. I refuse to work on my birthday!
So with the girls back in school, me caught up on work, the day of my 39th birthday dawned. I got up with the sparrows at 6:00am for my morning jog and all was well. I inhaled deeply as I beat the pavement, filled with purpose and courage for the day's events. This was finally it - the day that I myself would do what I could to promote the game. After my jog I got home, got the girls lunches made and got them off to school. On my dry run to Kinko's I had researched the perfect type of paper to use for printing out the posters, so I had a nice ream of 500 sheets of 32 lb. (sturdier, looks far better) paper to use. I took it to our church where they have superior printing equipment that I knew I'd be able to use free of charge and I printed out the "tear-off-tabs" version of the poster at 200 copies.
I then got to work at cutting along the individual lines of the tabs so that each poster was prepped for display. Ugh! This was some work! With the thicker paper, I found that I could only do 4 sheets at a time without risking messing up the bottom copies and ruining them. So, away I went, making all 16 cuts 50 times. By the end I had to switch fingers because I had worked a very painful blister into my ring finger on one hand due to the repetition of the cutting, which lasted a full 45 minutes. A proud wound, hard won in the fields of promotional battle, said I!
Earlier that morning, I had made a stop to Office Depot to find just the perfect type of carrying unit for my materials. I found one in a delightful little briefcase-looking job that was made of flexible plastic with many separations inside that opened accordion-style when the cover was unclipped. It was ideal for my purposes, and when closed carried at smaller size than most laptop computers. Very unobtrusive, and not likely to get me any undue attention while on the job! I also chose the proper clothing - a zip-up sleeveless polar fleece from Old Navy that had two perfect pockets on either side. In one pocket went my fully-loaded stapler, and on the other my roll of tape. I had three spare rolls of tape also packed into the carrying case. I was now geared up, and ready to move forth for many fanta progress levels in promotional glory!
In the car I hopped and drove the 20 minutes to my Alma Mater ... my old university. I knew this campus well, and was ready to go nuts on the place. I'd thought this through. I knew this university had a "do not post" ban on any promotional materials that had not been cleared by Campus Life and given their official stamp. So posting on bulletin boards was a no-go, they'd just get torn down in no time flat. A waste of time and money! No, I knew just what to do ... when in doubt, go for the common denominator of all life. That's right, my friends ... these babies were going up in the TOILETS!
So, for the next two hours, I led the glory filled life of a bathroom ninja. I would nonchalantly stroll with my small briefcase into each and every MALE bathroom in every public building on campus. There, I would find the (almost always) unoccupied furthest stall. Often times, these were larger to accomodate wheelchairs, which was just perfect! I would then go to work. Using this stall as my workstation, I would sit on the conveniently located porcelain chair (toilet) and open my briefcase. I would remove just the right number of posters needed to cover every stall in the bathroom, and I would pre-tape each and every one of them. Then, I would wait and listen to the various oh-so-pleasant sounds of the various other bathroom users around me until I could be certain that the bathroom was clear of all patrons. Then, leaping into action I would dash from the safety of my workspace, slapping up a poster in each stall, and exiting the bathroom. The coup de grace was to make sure that on each poster I tore off one of the tabs to set the psychology that there was interest. Following the bathroom conquest, I went to the the music building and put a poster up in each and every practice room. People sit in those things and sing, play the piano, whatnot for hours. Our poster will be staring at them! I also know for a fact that practice rooms are almost never cleaned by janetorial staff, meaning that no evil jerk would tear down the poster in the name of clean walls.
Rince, wash, repeat. Each time I put up the poster, the tab that I tore off I would place in my pocket. Returning home at the end of the day, I counted 50 tabs. Take that, unsuspecting student world! The University was the place I first fell in love with Genesis. I went to sleep on my birthday knowing that I had done my part in pushing that tradition forward a generation.
I dreamed of the echoing sounds of the bathroom, but it was worth it.
G.
Testimonial: How I spent my Birthday, by Gorboth Nwalkaer
Truth: Last Wednesday on September 28th I turned 39. 39! Geez ... what an age to be. Ever since the promotional campaign launched, I'd really wanted to lead the charge as a shining example of how to go out there and promote promote promote. In anticipation of this, at the beginning of September, I even made a dry run to Kinko's to test-print a few of the poster formats on different sizes and types of paper. So ... the promotional launch happens, the timing is perfect! My girls are about to start school with my youngest being in full-day kindergarten for the first time, and me with only half-time employment this means sufficient time to do this thing right! And then what happens ...... ?
TEACHERS STRIKE. Nooooooooooooooo!!!!! So there it was. For the next 8 school days, more than a week and a half's worth of time, instead I am in full-on stay-at-home dad mode as my wife slogs it out at her 50+ hour a week job, doing all the housework, childcare, cooking, etc. I should be out there promoting, doggone it! We launched promotion! I've fired the gun! Given the signal! Marshalled the troops! But here I am, frozen in domestic blissfulness with my two very wonderful daughters (seriously, it was great to spend time with them, but the timing? DREADFUL!!)
So the teacher's strike is finally over, and I'm picking up the pieces of my *own* RL job, having taken so much time off to watch the girls. Still no way I can promote myself! Arrrrrrgh ... what a disgraceful Keeper! Way to set the example, Dorkboth! So, the next week is spent catching up, desperately trying to find the time. And then I see it ... the answer ... my birthday is coming up! Ahhhh yes. That's it. I refuse to work on my birthday!
So with the girls back in school, me caught up on work, the day of my 39th birthday dawned. I got up with the sparrows at 6:00am for my morning jog and all was well. I inhaled deeply as I beat the pavement, filled with purpose and courage for the day's events. This was finally it - the day that I myself would do what I could to promote the game. After my jog I got home, got the girls lunches made and got them off to school. On my dry run to Kinko's I had researched the perfect type of paper to use for printing out the posters, so I had a nice ream of 500 sheets of 32 lb. (sturdier, looks far better) paper to use. I took it to our church where they have superior printing equipment that I knew I'd be able to use free of charge and I printed out the "tear-off-tabs" version of the poster at 200 copies.
I then got to work at cutting along the individual lines of the tabs so that each poster was prepped for display. Ugh! This was some work! With the thicker paper, I found that I could only do 4 sheets at a time without risking messing up the bottom copies and ruining them. So, away I went, making all 16 cuts 50 times. By the end I had to switch fingers because I had worked a very painful blister into my ring finger on one hand due to the repetition of the cutting, which lasted a full 45 minutes. A proud wound, hard won in the fields of promotional battle, said I!
Earlier that morning, I had made a stop to Office Depot to find just the perfect type of carrying unit for my materials. I found one in a delightful little briefcase-looking job that was made of flexible plastic with many separations inside that opened accordion-style when the cover was unclipped. It was ideal for my purposes, and when closed carried at smaller size than most laptop computers. Very unobtrusive, and not likely to get me any undue attention while on the job! I also chose the proper clothing - a zip-up sleeveless polar fleece from Old Navy that had two perfect pockets on either side. In one pocket went my fully-loaded stapler, and on the other my roll of tape. I had three spare rolls of tape also packed into the carrying case. I was now geared up, and ready to move forth for many fanta progress levels in promotional glory!
In the car I hopped and drove the 20 minutes to my Alma Mater ... my old university. I knew this campus well, and was ready to go nuts on the place. I'd thought this through. I knew this university had a "do not post" ban on any promotional materials that had not been cleared by Campus Life and given their official stamp. So posting on bulletin boards was a no-go, they'd just get torn down in no time flat. A waste of time and money! No, I knew just what to do ... when in doubt, go for the common denominator of all life. That's right, my friends ... these babies were going up in the TOILETS!
So, for the next two hours, I led the glory filled life of a bathroom ninja. I would nonchalantly stroll with my small briefcase into each and every MALE bathroom in every public building on campus. There, I would find the (almost always) unoccupied furthest stall. Often times, these were larger to accomodate wheelchairs, which was just perfect! I would then go to work. Using this stall as my workstation, I would sit on the conveniently located porcelain chair (toilet) and open my briefcase. I would remove just the right number of posters needed to cover every stall in the bathroom, and I would pre-tape each and every one of them. Then, I would wait and listen to the various oh-so-pleasant sounds of the various other bathroom users around me until I could be certain that the bathroom was clear of all patrons. Then, leaping into action I would dash from the safety of my workspace, slapping up a poster in each stall, and exiting the bathroom. The coup de grace was to make sure that on each poster I tore off one of the tabs to set the psychology that there was interest. Following the bathroom conquest, I went to the the music building and put a poster up in each and every practice room. People sit in those things and sing, play the piano, whatnot for hours. Our poster will be staring at them! I also know for a fact that practice rooms are almost never cleaned by janetorial staff, meaning that no evil jerk would tear down the poster in the name of clean walls.
Rince, wash, repeat. Each time I put up the poster, the tab that I tore off I would place in my pocket. Returning home at the end of the day, I counted 50 tabs. Take that, unsuspecting student world! The University was the place I first fell in love with Genesis. I went to sleep on my birthday knowing that I had done my part in pushing that tradition forward a generation.
I dreamed of the echoing sounds of the bathroom, but it was worth it.
G.