Speaking of Jack Bauer, guess who's running for President? Maybe God is indeed with him more than with most.
The site reports that season 7 of 24, which essentially put Bauer on the map, will be taking place in Washington, DC.
We'd pass judgment on this whole thing now but it would probably be too rash before we've seen the Bauer variation of the Obama/Guiliani/Clinton/Romney girls.
Even the nobodies in this election know they've got better chances at making PotUS if they've got ass-shakers behind them. Talk about spectacle.
Maybe Hanes is a little sexier than we thought. The company has enlisted the aid of four relatively cute girls (dubbed The Comfort Force) to ask strange men to change their underpants. Clever. We do that all the time to no positive result, but then again we've never organized ourselves into a coalition.
See campaign site here.
Push the envelope further, Hanes - have said Comfort Force test the aerodynamics of your product at a local concert. We're sure small-time band geeks would appreciate having (clean) panties thrown at them.
Behold: The latest Citroen ad for Brazil, starring Jack Bauer, who drives around puzzled when he finds his busy city street completely deserted.
Bauer gets out of the car to find out what's going on, only to discover that the chaos was around him all the time. The car has merely been couching him from it.
When you think about it, this is kind of like Footprints in the Sand: "It was then that I carried you," said God to his sad solitary sand-walker.
Depiction of Citroen as a protective life bubble is either really touching, or really insensitive considering the widening gap between rich and poor in Brazil, blah blah blah. We'll spare you the sociological analysis. It's not like anybody could ever really accuse Citroen of single-handedly stomping out a poor man's rainbow.
Word on the street is the right pair of shoes can be deadly. But if you're spending a lot of time on said street, you may find this turn of phrase more literal than not.
To take at least a bit of the risk out of sex work (though we still prefer the fatherly ever-lurking gigolo), the Aphrodite Project is developing male- and female-sized platforms that function as both alarm and tracking device. Like when you reach too readily for a hot car that's not yours, a hooker can fend you off with a high-pitched noise while simultaneously transmitting his/her location to a police station or sex worker's rights group.
Nighttime strollers can try the shoes at Gallery Aferro in Newark this September.
Falling into dire straights on the streets is a scary thing, but as Wired points out, imagine the mash-up opportunities! With a little magic a la Yahoo Pipes, a sex-starved someone could find the nearest hot-heeled fix in a 10-mile radius just by tapping in a zip code.
Looking to leverage public disdain for Michael Vick? You probably can't do it any better than this triage of veterinary clinics in Ontario, Canada, which is inviting Facebook users to donate unwanted Vick paraphernalia for reuse as cage lining.
Sufficiently slashed jerseys will then be burned in some sort of ceremony. We're touched. The point is, marketers are riding Facebook like it's a new breed of horse. We'll see how long this lasts before co-eds say "fuck it" and move onto the next high.
Spam gets an increasingly bad rap - it's hard to remember that some aspects of it are nice. When it's on toast, for example.
To remind us of its merits, check out The Book of Spam, which suggestively pulsates when you hover your mouse over it. Enjoy all the necessary accoutrements of a big Spam fan, including wallpapers and videos.
And to prevent the persistent from laying more abuse on this most versatile of non-meats, ruminate instead over a new artery- and inbox-clogging buzzword: bacn.
We don't know what it is. We can't place our finger on it but there's just something wrong with this Hayden Panettiere Got Milk advertisement. All that milk flying around? That look? The dress? The...OK, we're just gonna stop here and let you analyze the rest. Or just go home for the weekend thinking, "What the hell is Adrants' problem? Do they have to completely over analyze everything?"
Aw, this is cute. Watch a mouthwatering actor try and fail repeatedly to say the word "orgasms" in the outtakes for this Lavalife ad, created by zig.
The funny thing is, every once in awhile he comes really close to getting it, then when action time comes he falls so short of expectations. How very much like the real thing...
The guy didn't make the cut in the final spot, but hey, we'll take one of those orgarms/orgasnuns/orgamsums anytime.
Writing on Advertising Age's Small Agency Diary, Doug Zanger shares a story of a client meeting that didn't go so well. If you've worked in advertising for even just a year, you've experienced plenty of these nightmares and the idiots that fuel them. The story Zanger shares doesn't actually sound as bad as some we've experienced or, perhaps you have. We'd love to hear your horror stories and so would Zanger.
Because Small Agency Diary is published by Advertising Age which, one assumes, has deep pockets, they're offering prizes for the best horror stories so you might want to share your story over there. All we can offer at this point in a used iPod and a ream of white paper. So you decide.
Following this, we wondered why this took so long. After all, it's a rule there has to be a Microsoft-related spoof for every Apple product released illustrating just how awful it might be if Microsoft actually tried to do anything Apple does. So here, courtesy of Adrants reader John Brock, we have zunePhone. Yes, a Zune that's also a phone. Predictably, it doesn't work so well. Of course the iPhone is far from perfect itself but Microsoft just lends itself to this sort of thing.