Showing posts with label advertising. Show all posts
Showing posts with label advertising. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 21

Finding: Eggs are nature's miracle food


You might have thought it was mother's milk or something, but you'd be wrong. Dead wrong. It's eggs. From the looks of it, if you have a serious hunger you'd better start getting your egg on. Because nothing hits the spot like 30 hard-boiled eggs. In a wire basket. It's the only proper way to satisfy your egg tooth.

We were so eggstatic to see this billboard at Kearny and Washington that we came back to witness its eggscellence again. To not do so would have been an eggregious mistake.

Thursday, November 16

Finding: Funniest commercial on right now.

Maybe watching chubby Asians rap is always funny to me. Maybe it's the high-pitched way he says, "...Hi!" I'm not sure what it is, but this guy is killing me every time. The top comment for this other one is: "OMG! He was holding his dick."

Friday, November 3

Finding: Sometimes creative direction runs amok



On my walk to BART this morning, I noticed that Mars, Inc. had sullied my urban utopia of a neighborhood with another one of their moronic billboards. You know, the ones that have infected our land like the bubonic plague? Satisfectellent. Peanutopolis. Etceterama. Gimmeafuckingbreakalreadyosaurus Rex.

I'm not so much in the mood to comment on shitty advertisements. Actually, I am: this campaign is shit. Others have said it first, but I will say it again. And again. This campaign totally sucks; it completely blows in every way!

The one that really gets me is "hungerectomy." The word implies that eating a Snickers is like having your hunger surgically removed with a scalpel, that blood will be involved, that feeling hungry is akin to having a tumor. According to the Snickers website's hungerectomy page, the word is a noun which means "A highly precise procedure involving your hunger getting punched in the face, dragged into an alley, and robbed." Admittedly, the definition is not really all that surgical. But it is moronic. It's like everyone who worked on this campaign prepared for the kick-off meeting by popping retard pills, and once the campaign got off the ground, all developed hardcore addictions.