American Independence Day is tomorrow. It's a day for drinking beer (according to Sloshspot, Americans drink more beer on July 4 than on any other day of the year), grilling out and hanging with family and loved ones. So to all AC's American friends we say -- go do some of the above tomorrow. And to all our outside of America friends we say -- why not go do some of the above tomorrow, too?
I saw this news come across my feed the other morning but just got around to checking it out. Jesus, do I wish I hadn't. A new low. First of all, the subtext of the spot is that the husband is looking at disgusting porn at the breakfast table. Er, ok. And second, the wife vomits. Repeatedly. Then, if that ain't enough, he slips in the vomit. And how does this disaster end? Dean fucking Cain shows up. This is a huge bowlful of ass. Looks like they've (mercifully) taken it down. Woof guys.
As JJ and I have talked about many times on the podcast, we're both suckers for infomercials and old-time product demos. And the recently passed Billy Mays was truly one of the best ever to grace the nether regions of our cable channel lineup while we were sucking down Taco Bell at 3 in the morning.
And though many of these products seem kind of stupid, you're wrong if you don't think I want some of those Hercules Hooks™! Shout out to Neatorama.
It is outstanding. Check this shit out. Thanks Suzanne.
Check out this awesome banner ad right here.
Thanks to Ad Freak and Pringles, too. And to Cannes for giving them a Lion.
One of the world's greatest pitchmen, gone. Man, I should have stayed in bed this morning.
Long live Michael. And no matter what the last decade or so has done to his image -- he truly was one of a kind. R.I.P. King of Pop.
When I first started in the agency business, computers were already used extensively (although where I started all the Macs were networked in one big room). Even so, every art director still had a drawing board and a fine set of Rapidograph pens in his or her office. More often than not, numerious exactos were hurled into the ceiling. We also had a hot wax machine for the paste-up guys which was also occasionlly utilized as a torture chamber for unfortunate insects. An awesome post from Adbroad reminisces about more of the great stuff the art directors used to have laying around. For more check out the Museum of Forgotten Art Supplies.
Record a comment from your computer right now. Be pithy.
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