Mike Flacy

So I’m in Vegas yet again in 2009, this time for PMA.  That’s the Photographer’s Marketing Association, for those that have never heard of it.  (Similar to me approximately 2 months ago.)  So far it has been much more chill than CES, an absolutely insane madhouse of electronic gadgetry.  It’s probably about a fourth of the size, if that.  I’m here because the company I work for purchased a digital camera review site and we want the transition to go smoothly.   Another two days of shaking hands and kissing babies.

Interesting development at the house.   We have a roommate moving out and are delving into the murky depths of Craigslist to find a replacement.  I’ve met two of the possibilities, one of which looks like will work out.  The other set off so many red flags that I doubt that we will hear from her again.  When you ask us “You won’t be calling my workplace to check my references?”, you are pretty much out of the running.

The responses from the ad have been quite hilarious.  A phone message we listened to last night was from a guy that wanted to change industries after the move.  Yeah, that’s just a genius thing to say to the people renting you a room.  We also got at least one obligatory “I want to move to L.A. to pursue my dream of being an actor and need a place to stay” response.  Those just don’t get old.