And Google presses onward in its total colonization of our souls.
The name that changed online business relations has just leaped the cyber fence. Word on the street is, Google filed a patent for billboards of the interactive persuasion. They'll work like AdSense and advertisers can purchase ad space by computer.
The billboard system will advertise products available and in stock at local stores.
Bill Green at Make the Logo Bigger is pitching would be advertisers who are understandably gunshy about the $2.6 million price tag on Super Bowl spots this year.
For zip-zero - yes, nothing - he'll throw together an ad idea that will make it through the censors and live longer in memory than the Burt Reynolds bear ad. Really.
So get ahold of him. You can e-mail Bill here.
In their usual mod, somewhat Stepford style, Target takes the Beatles' "Hello, Goodbye" and makes one critical improvement, which they flash intermittently throughout the ad.
We'll grant it that John Lennon maybe had spelling issues but whether he meant "goodbuy" is not for us to say. Sir McCartney's staying mum. Guess we'll never know.
This is way better than turning Audrey Hepburn into the posthumous spokesgirl for Gap, yeah? If only the dead could protest on their own. Actually Orville Redenbacher might just be able to.
With the help of Toronto-based agency Lowe Roche, Nokia Canada throws together an awesome Atari-esque campaign called Push to Start, where your left and right hands compete arcade-style for dominance.
The idea suggests Nokia's new one-handed push-to-open feature is so fantastic your hands will be fighting over who gets to nail it again and again. There's a wanking joke in this somewhere but we like the campaign too much to make it.
Installment Two in the Clog Clinic campaign features Mike Ditka getting preachy about flushes in a weird PSA-style ad, lends advice on what to do about tired old plungers, and invites you to test your flush savvy.
Additionally, users can win $25,000 for sharing their cloggiest moment. We shit you not. Join here if so inclined, and while you're at it join this contest for a pimp throne. The opportunities for media- (and not just regular) whoring in bathrooms are more numerous than we thought.
We don't know what to say about this creepy iPod-wielding Orville Redenbacher resurrection except that we're horrified, and popcorn won't console us. To add insult to injury, it's also badly taped and executed in a manner most shitty.
Turning a childhood icon into a twitchy zombie is the air fluffed foodstuff of nightmares.
Thank Crispin for this work when you're done being paralyzed by fear.
Brazilians can keep things hot. YouTube was recently shut down in Brazil after model Daniela Cicarelli won an injunction against them for perpetuating a video of her and a boyfriend having sex on the beach.
Why do celebrities act confounded after getting caught having sex in public? Let's just make it a rule of thumb that, famous or not, public sex conceives sex tapes. We've accepted it. Why can't they?