So wannabe models have America's Next Top Model. What do wannabe porn stars have? They have America's Next Hot Pot Porn Star. Twelve aspiring sexpots spent the summer in an LA mansion competing with each other to see who could lap dance the best, kiss the best, orgasm the best, have sex the best and generally cause a dramatic uplift for their male sex partners.
Three of the girls were in New York late last week promoting the show which is airing on cable pay per view. One of the contestants, Audrey Bitoni, who was recently interviewed on CNBC and, of course, has the biggest breasts, was intriguingly matter-of-fact when discussing her reasons for choosing a career in porn noting she'd be watching CNBC all the time for advice on how to spend the $10,000 if she were to win.
Everyone loves cool Facebook applications, right? Especially Naughty Gifts because who really doesn't like sharing naughtiness with their friends? Well, Going.com, the company behind Naughty Gifts is porting its little application to meat space in the form of Naughty Parties at which naughtiness will be the central theme.
Natasha Chatilo and Adam Gries are the brains behind Naughty Gifts and wants to tap the avalanche of non-teens joining Facebook. So if you're inclined to take your naughtiness physical, the parties are coming to a city near you: Chicago, New York, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Boston.
Rumor has it that our favourite soul-snatcher, Google - in tangent with a few other telecoms - plans to slide a proprietary broadband cable under the Pacific.
A Google representative points out that more infrastructure for the internet is better for users overall.
Fucking fantastic. Google: transmitting data across an ocean near you.
We really only noticed this ad because we were busy looking for something critical to the happiness of all mankind -- an ice cream parlor open at midnight -- when these undead faces practically leaped off the page.
Then we thought, Oh right, Halloween is coming.
Does commercial preparation for this holiday always have to involve ugly costuming? It would be nice to witness more of the tranquil, pretty sadness of Corpse Bride get-ups, for example.
Look, they even have zesty variations.
...that is, if Allstate is any authority on their musical palates.
And with the help of Rolling Stone, apparently it is.
The campaign is to promote motorcycle insurance. A lot of Allstate's biker insurers are bikers themselves. Neato. Then again, you probably wouldn't buy car insurance from a guy on a bicycle.
You'd probably feel like an ass if you were tracking all kinds of data about the mountain-moving power of social networks without actually doing anything about it. And because it's in just that position, Nielsen is finally jumping aboard the buzz train.
The company has just sent us a beta invitation to Hey! Nielsen, a very late attempt to lavish in the data that MySpace and Facebook are swimming in.
We're still kind of tooling around with it. For obvious (er, metric-oriented) reasons, members are invited to air their views about movies, music, TV shows, online destinations and celebrity personalities.
And here's the Hey! Nielsen value-add: unlike with "other" social networks, the viewpoints of Hey! Nielsen's valued members may be "shared directly with key decision makers in the entertainment industry."
"We have every intention of making sure Hey! Nielsen members are heard," stated the company in an email to us.
The site opens to the public this 24th. Here's to hoping people will fall in love with it and participate obsessively, so marketers won't have to pay MySpace for stats that Nielsen will have to turn into palatable data anyway. We'll totally ignore the fact that MySpace has a head start comprised of years, and millions on millions on millions of users.
ichameleon group -- the cats notably responsible for the human Subservient Chicken, better known as Trevor the Mentos Intern -- have sent us their latest oeuvre: Guinness Hands.
Watch a pair of hands do zany things to zany music. It's very old-school Nickelodeon, and it kind of reminded us of Elle MacPherson's Drummer Girl, except without the whole lingerie aspect.
If you get really sucked in, you can actually use the keyboard to teach a pair of hands new gestures in your own film. Cute. Will it push beers? Who knows.
Mainly, we're happy because the agency didn't get high on its Mentos intern success and try replicating that across the board. You know, like 42 or Fuel.
Advertising is one of those exceptions where you don't want to see much recycling.
According to a press release, the Dairy Queen hasn't given its site a much-needed overhaul since the mid-'90s. Agency space150 was commissioned to bring it up to date.
Strangely, it still looks like it's from the mid-'90s. Seriously - DQ-topia?
We liked the billboard, though. When you click on it, you get to see old photos and Dairy Queen TV spots. Learning a brand's history is always neat.
Here's a funny coincidence: A company's inception always seems to take place during a time when no colored photographs were available.
Oh we love how some marketers know exactly how to attract attention on YouTube. To promote the new Fox movie The Comebacks, which aims to do for sports movies what the Scary Movie franchise did for horror flicks, videos of a very pretty, double-entendre spewing, huge breasted hottie in a low cut cheerleader's uniform spouting valley speak are making the rounds.
In the videos, cheerleader Amy, who is the proud owner of magnetically eye catching cleavage, sits in the locker room and in the coaches office of the team telling us things like how hot the players are and how quarterback Lance, who stared at her during cheer practice, is "way hotter than Trotter." All while stroking (jacking off?) a baseball bat she's placed between her legs as she mentally imagines it's the real thing.
Here's an ad for Fubar, an online bar, that just leaped out at us. Jailbait, anyone?
Somebody pinch us; that chick looks young. If she walked up to us with a line like, "Wanna get me drunk?" we'd be all, "Wanna show me some ID?"
Oh, snap. Here's our girl of the hour, about five years prior (NSFW). If she looks young now...