Posts Tagged ‘Advertising’

2012-46: Celebrity Endorsements

Thursday, May 3rd, 2012

Welcome back. Now we’re going talk about advertising. We’re going to cover two commercials. One I like, and another I find ridiculous and annoying. Let’s get to the goods first.

Ad #1

Here we have two things I typically don’t care for. American cars and Shaqnosis. And while this commercial hasn’t changed my mind about Buicks, I do think Shaq is a little bit more entertaining now. Break it down, this commercial starts off with the unexpected. “Shaq, size authority.” Not a certified title, but obvious and kinda out of step with the Buick persona. Then of course there is the usual car ad blah blah blah spoken by Shaq rather than the car-porn voice over guy. Then Shaq is in the car and essentially lays down some shit on all the Priustopedes and other hybridia.

Dang! Did you feel that? TOM SERVO. Shake hasn’t handed down that much dominance since Kazaam! (What up, Hattie!)
The ad could have ended right there and been 100% , but whatever the creative ends there, so fuck it. It’s a sensible ad and should grab the attention of a lot of people who probably have never noticed Buick before.

Ad #2

Watch this:

Okay, so there are only a few possible times when the question, “Is that rain?” makes sense:
• If you are a child who has lived a life sheltered from rain. Never having experienced precipitation, and only having heard the word “rain.”
• If you live in the desert. But if that’s the case, you tend to ask with a different inflection, “Is that…rain?”
• If you just woke up.

Let’s rule out the obvious.  Zooey D has not lived a life sheltered from rain. Even though a quick image search couldn’t come up with a pic of her in the rain, I’m going to stand by thisassumption. To rule out the second option I draw your attention to the flowers and greenery outside of the window as well as the forecast projected on her iFone. She is not in a desert.

So maybe it’s morning. Fuck, it has to be. ZD is still wearing pajamas. This makes sense now, right?

Wrong? I want to order some tomato soup. Tomato soup for breakfast? I mean it’s morning and you’re in your pajamas and you’re gonna scarf some Tomato soup? Unlikely, mama. Mornings are for waffles or puffins or toast and free range, antibiotic and hormone free eggs. Tomato soup? You don’t want to take in that much sodium early in the morning. You trying to get bloated? You wanna live in those pajama pants forever? Is that what you want, Mama? NaCl?

But her excuse is that she doesn’t want to put on real shoes? I guess imaginary ones are totally fine.

If I were walking down the street and someone said, “Oh hey, there’s Zooey Deschanel.” I would think, ‘Damn, I want to see this.” However if somebody said “Hey there’s Zooey Deschanel, putting on imaginary shoes,” I would think, “Of course she is. She’s quirky. Oh hey, there’s Bagger Vance.” I should also admit this is Madison and public quirkiness hardly even phazers-to-stuns me anymore.

Up next ZD opts to put off cleaning her house. Let’s assume she slept late. Maybe it’s 10:30 in the morning. And she is already putting things off. At least pretend you are going to take care of it until like 6pm. Then you can put it off. The ante meridiem ambition lack is not a good look. With zero drive, how are you going to quirk it out.

Lastly, dancing to Shake Rattle and Roll. That’s the forwarding thinking, Apple ingenuity we’ve come to respect. Whatever it’s still better than the Rock God ad.

If you add up all the elements of this commercial, you might start to think ZD is kind of an apathetic person. Compare this to Samuel Jackson’s iphone ad. His makes sense. His is about getting some ass, and hers is about being a shitless layabout.

Thursday Factory

Thursday, July 28th, 2011

1nd

Chief lady over at yobeat claims she’s on this coupon kick these days. That’s doesn’t seem very shradtastic, or maybe it is. Getting shit on the cheap, seems quite in line with the snowboardering lifestyle.

Anyway, I was thinking she should start a new coupon forum. In fact, I would be willing to sell her any of the following names for like $5: 

• Full Clip
• Shit I don’t normally buy
• Stockin’ Up!
• Tampons by the ton
• What’s the real value?
• Savvy shopper
• Yo Expiration Date
• Redeem the dream
• Mtn Ops
• Couponorator

I kind of feel like any other those would be a gold mine.

2st

ATTENTION READERS: RAEN OPTICS is in action. The Encinitas, CA-based boutique eyewear brand, R A E N optics has the 2012 season in full focus with today’s launch of their new website. A fresh look with optimized user capability, R A E N invites the World Wide Web to explore art, culture, fashion, and one stellar lineup of
 hand-crafted optics.

I really try not to be a shayboarder shill, but this is eyewear we are talking about. These is specs. These is glazzles.

Please feel free to send me the Vida Model in Brindle Tortoise and the Underwood RX in Froth. I will get you my prescription in a few minutes.

You wanna put me on your ambassadors program? Iz cool. I will blast the shit our of your glasses every damn day. So long as they are large enough to fit on my head.

LOOK AT ME RAEN OPTICS, I AM THE FUTURE OF YOUR MARKETING PLAN. I AM THE WORLD WIDE WEB.

Maybe toss in a pair of black and white Myopia, you know, for the broads.

3th

The Madison estate is almost ready to. Pics will follow. I need a friggin’ dirt jumper, just look at these trails waiting for me to fall down and bleed on:


 


Slackberry pics

The Weekend That Won’t End

Wednesday, March 30th, 2011

I did some time traveling this weekend. That is to say it was like those college days. Except this time I didn’t wake up with my head in a pizza box and hand in my pants. But it got shaky for a while. Needless to say I’m back to living upright now.

We’re going to start with the fact that this morning I was told I look like this dude:

NO WAY DUDE. NO WAY. You can go back to eating your Jimmy Johns sandwhich. Last time I had one of those was the last time I was in college. I never checked the ingredient list, but it seems that they may have put some poop on it. Chip says feces is their secret ingedient. Gross.

But really guy, I’m not looking like that poster. When was the last time you saw me riding sans hood? Maybe that Dub Jacket in 96? Maybe that same Dub Jacket in 2000? That thing had like 5000 name hits on it. Unstoppable. I was trying japan airs off spines that one winter, wearing that hoodless beast.

And those gloves over the coat? When was the last time you saw me riding with gloves ove the coat? Maybe those Burton Universe gloves in 96? Maybe those same Burton Universe gloves in 2000? That things had like 2 name hits on ‘em. Unstoppable. I was trying japan airs off spines that one winter, wearing those gauntletted bitches.

Otherwise that’s picture is spot on.

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I’ve been listening to Flashlight, the extended version, like it was 96 and I wearing a hoodless Dub jacket with Universe gloves and  just discovered Jorge Clinton. But I think we all now that when you turn this ipod on it goes directly to Devo “Uncontrollable Urge.”

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New paint on the Team Rumorator bike. That shit wins races.

Quads

Quints Paste

Whistler: 16 days

Mixed Mediums

Tuesday, March 22nd, 2011

Whistler 23 days.

Since we’re probably all thinking about riding bikes by now, I’ll share this one  canadian Davey Ronalds directed me too. It’s fun.

A Hill in Spain from chris akrigg on Vimeo.

Is good right?

Oh, what’s that you say? Bikes aren’t your bag? Well you should probably check out this one then:

28 YEARS “That Ho” – Official Music Video from Wes Richardson on Vimeo.

I got this one from Goose and it’s probably the best thing he’s given me since a gmail invite.

NC repping hard in that, but the lens-less glasses is going too far. I see 2nd graders on those jawns at this point. You might as well be pushing some Court Forcers in the Daily Piff. Better yet, you call me and I’ll send you my winter meats, some beat old Peacocks.  You can get fresh with those.  Fucking glazzles without lenses. Next year you’ll be faking in wheelchair.

Assholes.

Lastly, promotional material or not, this is ths shittiest looking bee ever:

Paying Bills and Paying Debt to Society

Thursday, October 7th, 2010

Taking the day off, but you can read some mush I wrote up over on YOBEAT.

While you’re over there, you should probably leave some comments. You should also click on those links to Knockaround glasses and Forum.

However, I am going to leave you with this today:

The Private Family Foundation that paid for this add would like to remind you that only minorities commit voter fraud. They would also like to let you know they went with the “Fuck a high-resolution image” option when making this sign.

The last thing we should take away from this ad is the overarching feeling that while you maybe behind some really shitty looking bars, imprisoned with two other faceless criminals, your words can forever be free. You can be your own Mumia Abu-Jamal.

Weekending

Friday, August 13th, 2010

I am merely hours away from NEW BIKE. I can hardly even wait on that shit. Here’s proof:

And for those of you who are still driving cars, like troglodytes, here’s a tip that came to me from the internet today:

IF YOU HAVEN’T HAD A DUI, YOU’VE NEVER EXPERIENCED TRUE HAPPINESS!

IF YOU HAVEN’T HAD A DUI, YOU’VE NEVER HAD A REAL DUI!

IF YOU HAVEN’T HAD A DUI, YOU’VE NEVER LICKED NECTAR OFF THE TEET OF LEOPARD.

IF YOU HAVEN’T HAD A DUI, YOU’VE OBVIOUSLY NEVER GRABBED LIFE BY THE REIGNS AND RIDDEN IT FOR SIX DAY INTO THE OPEN WEST WHERE YOU FOUND SOME WHORE, YOUNGER THAN SHE LOOKS BUT OLDER THAN THE DREAM THAT BROUGHT HER PEOPLE HERE, WITH WHOM YOU SETTLE DOWN AND START A FAMILY, JUST LIVING OFF THE LAND AND KEEPING THE SAVAGES AT BAY WHILE YOU LIVE OUT YOUR REMAINING YEARS, BECAUSE MUTHAFUCKER, THAT’S LIVING AND YOU AIN’T NEVER HAD THAT IS YOU HAVEN’T HAD A DUI.

WTFUck is that ad saying?

Return of the Mack

Monday, June 28th, 2010

Watch my flow:

I went camping this past weekend. In turn, I think I’m good on camping for another 4-5 years. I do have to give a big shout out to the REI Basecamp tent for keeping me nice and dry during the thunderstorms. Here’s what I don’t get it: On sunday my ass muscles were sore. WTF? I didn’t really strain myself losing that game of Bocce. I can only assume it was from sleeping on the ground, like a damned savage. Somehow I got all out of whack by not having my body pillow, or some random broad to hold all night long. This is the feeling of my body failing me.

Anyway, the reason I was not sleeping in a bed was because Co-host’s wifey was having her birthday. There was a lot of booze and a pig getting roasted. That was rad. If I can find any pics of it I will post them up. A big thanks again to Co-host and wifey for providing good times.

Step 2:

Flipped through the Onion and found this:

Apparently the extent of the Airport Lounge’s Social Media campaign is writing the word Facebook on their ads. And not even in the FB font. Brand standards be damned. I suspect the Airport Lounge needs to step up it’s game.

Also you can get in free with you admission to the Milwaukee Children’s Theater. This place must be 100% amazing.

Round  3:

Trivia tonight MFers. It’s the mid-season Mega-Match. 100 questions. There will be all kinds of fabulous prizes, and of course schlitz.   Be at the Red Dot at 8pm.

Lastly:

ONE YEAR AGO TODAY BILLY MAYS DIED. FROM NOW ON, JUNE 28TH SHALL BE CAPS LOCK DAY.

DO NOT FIGHT THE INTERNET.

of Floods and Zombies, or Let’s Get Corporeal for a Minute

Monday, May 10th, 2010

I was once told outdoor advertising should deliver it’s message in no more than seven words. We will now discuss the pictured billboard in two takes.

  • Take 1: There are way more then seven words on this sign. Granted it’s at an intersection where the audience may be captive for a minute, waiting for the light to change. Still I cannot imagine people reading this whole thing before absorbing it’s powerful message.
  • Take 2: I don’t even know why they bothered with words on this one. I would have just gone with the picture and AllFlood.net. BOOM! message delivered. Floods are wicked business. You don’t want this shit washing up on your front step. Or worse—in your basement. That is some Serpent and the Rainbow shit right there, possibly caused by breathing in mold spores. Or is this referencing the Great Bayfield Flood of 1942. Coffins in the street. Bodies floating in the cellars. I think New Orleans upstaged Bayfield in this department though. Heckuva job, Brownie. The key is to remember is to not fuck with floods. That’s how you get zombies. And Apparently AllFlood.net can help you out with Residential and Commercial Water and Sewage Damage and Zombie Infestation. For  real, I live high on a hilltop overlooking the lake and even I’ve put this the company’s number on speed dial. I’m not on to fuck with the un-dead.

This dude I knew, Johnnie B,  had his Audi flooded one time. The insurance company totaled the car rather than risk zombification.

I’m looking forward to the 3D release of this sign. Next month at the intersection of Wisconsin and Hawley! Kids are going to flip.

Sneakerheadonism is dead

Monday, December 28th, 2009

I spent some time over the Holiday at the home of the Packaging King of Wisconsin. Good times, good food, poor selections of mags to read. I mean I’m well aware of the PKoW’s generally right-leaning politics, so I was not at all surprised to be stuck reading US News and World Report. But what blew my mind was the general crap of the magazine, AND more importantly is the quality of advertising. This rag is pretty much the print equivalent of AM radio.

Check out this beast:

You’re going to want to click that image, just to get the full size pic and see it in all of it’s glory.

Let’s go over what went wrong here. First off way too much copy. I’ve already established that this ad was in US News, so i think one thing that is safe to assume is that these people aren’t really into a lot of words. Next we have that headline “Scientifically and Mechanically engineered for pain relief. guaranteed.”

Ignore for a second the utter garbage of the headline. Can’t we assume the mechanical engineering includes scientific engineering. Because until they have shoes that can Jurassic Park shit up with some Dino DNA, I’m not giving a fuck about the scientific part. Really what this should say is “Buicks for your feet.”  You got to speak the language your audience knows.

Next, Body Copy point #1. “Will G-defy be banned from athletic competition?” –Fuck you. No one buying shoes made for fat US News readers is concerned about athletic competitions. And their amazing response “Should they be considered an unfair advantage? We don’t know; all we can tell you is that this new technology in footwear will take your performance to the next level.” Which is similar to asking “Will Rumorator be the best lover I’ve ever had?” and Me supplying the response, “I don’t know; but I can tell you that there will be a penis going to a mouth/anus/vagina in a way that will make you reconsider sex from that point forward.”

Also G-Defy’s logo seems to be a sperm. Maybe there is Dino DNA in there.

All this reminds me of the Ad in the latest GQ:

It’s nice to see that Skechers cleaned up their ad. Still I’m wondering if the GQ crowd is really going to be thinking “I need those!”. But then I was at a holiday party when I noticed Mama Law was wearing some of these damn things. It’s clear to me know that she has completely given up. It’s no wonder she’s single. These things are driving away the opposite sex faster than Earth Shoes.

Plus the name of the shoe is “Shape-Ups” which definitely falls into the “blatant lie” category. It’s like buying premium vodka or fancy cut green beans in a can. If the name of the product makes a claim like that you are getting hosed. IF YOU HAVE TO CLAIM IT, IT’S NOT TRUE.  In fact it’s probably the opposite. It’s the reason behind why so many women buy hobo-style hand bags and I’m about 100% likely to be with a girl wearing the “Hi my name is YouWon’tRegretThis” nametag.

Research shows 80% percent of the people rocking these things dropped this bit of knowledge on themselves last week, “Well I don’t really need to get any exercise today because I have my new Shape-ups on, in fact, I’m going to have another Angry Whopper. I deserve it.”

Get in shape without setting foot in a gym. Fuck I should be ripped right now.

In other news I copped some new stories to be reading: