With the help of Sugartown Creative, Penthouse Magazine releases My Pleasure Pet, an online gaming experience that brings Subservient Chicken back to its pulpy webcam roots. Sugartown co-president and creative director Fritz Westenberger also makes his directorial debut shooting the game's footage of Heather Vandeven, the Penthouse Pet of the Year.
Unfortunately there are no widgets for this one, although we thought that would be the next natural step. The object of the game is to keep the luscious Heather appeased by asking her to perform certain tasks; her unhappiness could create undesirable consequences (like her complete disinterest in your existence).
You know what would be awesome? A subservient creative department douchebag.
In case you don't experience enough anxiety, discomfort or outright panic in your life, check out these spiffy duds by the InsideOutside project. Depending on your settings the clothing "heats up or cools down uncomfortably" if you come within shooting range of something you'd rather avoid: pop concerts, alums of rival schools or CCTV farms, for example.
Because while the iPod has been a Godsend in terms of tuning out immediate environment, it doesn't help us avoid things we dislike that haven't quite hit our line of vision yet.
We should really just ensconce ourselves in bubbles. Made of steel.
Think your cube sucks? The mad scientists at Cummins & Partners create a coin-operated scientist to raise money for Multiple Sclerosis Australia.
A man in a white lab coat sits slumped and virtually paralytic inside a booth until curious onlookers pop some coins inside. The scientist then gets to work on little experiments until he feels like the money has run out. In theory, this generates a sense of immediate gratification over having donated X amount to grander scales of research.
The man in the cube is a volunteer who sits and performs science experiments meant for 10-year-olds and up, on-call, for three hour increments. Talk about playing lab rat. And we thought this guy had it bad.
We often wish we could shrink down various scientists, philosophers, slam poets and ex-lovers to keep in little shoebox habitats for use as-needed. This kind of reminds us of that. Really - wouldn't it be awesome to have a coin-operated man just hanging out in the living room? How completely jealous would your friends be?!
Tim at AdFreak brings our attention to a new frontier in employee uniforms - panel advertising! That's right, a local grocer near you could be hocking Florida orange juice at you whether he wants to or not. Other potential billboards include employees at sports arenas, state fairs, and theme parks.
The ad panels come courtesy of Eye Level Marketing, a division of Billboard Clothing Co. - clearly people who cut right to the chase in name and in the tenets of fashion.
Tim addresses the slippery slope that may lead to Pfizer buying space on physician's scrubs, for example. Hey, maybe this word of mouth thing was just too much work. Why make a recommendation when you can just wear one? It's not like WOM was ever super-pure - consider how many big pharma reps take Dr. Joe Blow out to lunch per week.
We reported Auntie Anne's V-day viral blast once already but we just noticed She's So Twisted for the first time and thought, how awesome would it be to hang out with someone who was bent out of shape all the time?
Not very. But this chick seems good-natured enough and we like how her little friend drags her around on a little rollie-board. Having a pretzel friend must be way funner than having a puppy or a ferret. We'd try being pretzels for a day but our drunker companions might eat us.
We're not really sure why, and we wish it weren't that nauseating colour, but French artist Philippe Meste wants to create the biggest boxful of sperm ever.
The Spermcube seeks a fill of no less than one ton of human sperm, so if you can't get your 15 megabytes of fame then at least your little soldiers can when you make a donation. For those financially inclined and less biologically so, Meste also provides the option of becoming a shareholder via PayPal.
No words in English to describe our feelings about this one, so we'll shoot for the French: c'est degoulasse. Is it wrong for us to wonder about the smell?
Here's a weird one. Sinless gets behind Bar Code designs, an odd project in which people can flirt and hook up with a form of sign language for those too cool - or simply too lame - to talk or offer to buy somebody a drink.
Bar Code sends registered users a new sign to learn every week or so. We registered for the list but are thus far pretty skeptical. It reminds us a little of Esperanto, that experiment in universal language that was supposed to bring cosmopolitan travelers together but is mainly utilized by awkward people trying to shortcut learning an actual native tongue.
Dissemination of the hipster signs depends on word of mouth but we don't see it working unless a critical mass is already out there using it. Otherwise those willing to get savvy will just be out there with limbs akimbo, monkeying an artificial social langue only they and maybe five other people in the universe understand, which gives us something new to laugh about, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. For us, anyway.
Adrants reader Marsha suspects marketing dollars behind this new life for sale on Ebay, where flaxen-haired Nicael is selling his identity to the highest bidder. We don't, but we suspect they'll find their way to him soon enough.
The new life includes inheritance of love interests, friends, belongings and nemeses (two). It also includes extensive training for skills (including fire twirling), appearance, and stories from his past, as well as tech support once training's through.
Can you imagine tech support for your own life? "Just ignore the hairy douche who comes to the door periodically. He claims to want the rent but he's not a landlord. And the girl at the cafe? You've been working on nailing her for weeks. Please do in the next two in a half weeks."
30% of profits from the sale go to ARAFMI. You can check out the requisite Myspace here.
If we could sell our lives for every morning we woke up feeling less-than-snarky, and receive upwards of $30,000 for it, we'd probably be ... well, we don't know, because we wouldn't be us. Like Nicael we'd probably just choose somewhere to brood.
In this collabo between Cunning and JWT, passers-by can text opinions about paparazzi and fitness fads in exchange for the chance to win a digicam or gym membership.
We've seen the live mannequin thing before and while it never ceases to be creepy we like the execution of the idea here. It has the potential to be comically obnoxious which off-sets the creepiness. And guess who this is for? Our opinion-courting friends at HSBC. Aww.
It's always interesting to watch people do strange shit with their bodies but this video is especially interesting because it brings a nouveau twist to the time-honored art of vinyl ripping, a method that's slowly vanishing with digital deejays and MP3 blending.
Is there a creative future in video ripping for the egocasting generation? Maybe. Credit goes to Advertising for Peanuts for bringing it to our attention. - Contributed by Angela Natividad