For Recruit Ireland, agencies Head Gear in Toronto and Chemistry Dublin create Beep and Creak, two took-for-granted everyday noises who depart answering machines and door hinges in favour of the big-time. Now Beep censors F-bombs and Creak adds a creepy extra something to coffin doors.
If your lowly house noises can pursue the bigger picture, why not you? Just one catch. To use Recruit Ireland, you have to beep and creak in a twang. And it's too bad we're not Irish considering even our employment boards have been bit by the consumer-gen bug. You know what would be awesome? A little bit of beep and creak for some Creative Directors. Because we need new ones. Badly.
For her MFA thesis in Design/Tech at Parsons, Alexis Lloyd brings us the ad generator.
The ad generator mixes corporate slogans around and pairs the new phrases with related Flickr images. The results come out clean and surprisingly provocative most of the time.
The object is to show how ad language reflects cultural values and desires, and simultaneously demonstrate how meaningless it can be as the message is generally unrelated to the product being sold.
We've seen similar mix-and-match ad generators but this one is impressively seamless. We dig the idea of scavenging to create a new whole because that's how we often create new stories or render old values coherent again. Good job Madame Lloyd.
The Fame Game, an all-online talent show where the talented and not-so-talented vie monthly for money and stars, enlists Cake to create a catchy viral. The result? Kitchen Diaries.
For a good Electro Funk Daddy Superstar Break, a quirky beat-boxing chef throws together a satisfying ingredient list of ripped noises. After creating an awesome break, he recommends nixing the fish (a popular addition) and sticking the mixture in an oven to bake for three years at 700 degrees.
Awesome work and a tasty listen. Take a look at the wannabes who've already jumped on board. We recommend you not skip the Elvis impersonator who beat-boxes on the john. Definitely pimp-throne worthy, yeah?
YouTube gives birth to at least 15 would-be celebs per day. Stars lamenting the loss of private lives seem undeserving of their place in our hearts when so many are willing to sacrifice theirs for virtually nothing.
That includes less prevalent royals like Venetian Princess, who claims to be far from the average Echo Boomer dancing around in her bedroom.
An Italian dauphine over whom Brad Pitt and XBox-loving husband Hector are fighting, the Princess conducts tours of her castle and stoops to plebeian levels to do her own graphics and video editing.
Wieden+Kennedy/London art director Gwen Yip sets forth a feel-good series of comics about her journey from Hong Kong to London, and her consequent search for ad work. It is cute. It is allegedly also inspiring, as according to AdCritic Yip peddled her work the old-fashioned way before ultimately landing a role at W+K. Everybody loves a good Horatio Algier story.
If you're into following the top online viral videos, a new tracking site has launched called Vidmeter. It tracks videos from Atom Films, Break.com, Daily Motion, Google, iFilm, Metacafe, Myspace, Revver, vSocial, Yahoo, and Youtube. It ranks the top 100 daily and keep a running tab on the top videos of all time. While there's other video tracking sites out there, this one seems to be more complete, less infiltrated with paid plants and simpler to use.
We know Microsoft wants us all to think its new Zune MP3 player is the MP3's answer to social networking what with its questionably easy method of song sharing and such . What we didn't know was just how social the staid monolith would get in order to convey its apparently very friendly social skills. Look at this banner ad for Zune found on Metacritic and ask yourself exactly what this particular sort of social activity has do to with song sharing. And before all you conservative types jump out of your seat and scream "Adrants goes for cheap salaciousness again!", ask yourself why Microsoft or the art director behind this creation cold not have chosen from 3 million other shots of a woman making love to a microphone before choosing this image which alludes to an entirely different kind of love making. Click the image to increase the size of the love making.
We stood behind Rosie after that Donald Trump nonsense. We like that she stuck by what she said even when the Trumpster threatened to fling a lawsuit in her direction on one of his ninja-star toupees. But this makes us feel funky about her.
Kimberly-Clark hits The View to push their room makeover sweepstakes. Rosie gets exhaustively excited and right when we think she can't look more insane she does a Broadway number complete with dancing K-C products. And that's not something we could have made up even if we tried really, really hard.
Rosie, we hate to be the ones to tell you, but you're not funny anymore. We can't remember whether you ever really were. You're a bit cartoony. And not in a neat Jim Carey way. You're more like, well, that Roger Rabbit villain who tried to kill the other cartoons with Dip.
He gave us the horrors. And these days, you do too.
Show Me Some Lube, a viral-intended love letter to us from our cars (courtesy of Serve Assist), is a handy demonstration of how even businesses on a shoestring budget can showcase their creativity and draw traffic to their services.
The language doesn't reek of cool-hunter. We can picture our cars lying propped up on a canopy bed with a feathery purple pen jutting out the side of its hood as it dreamily scrawls. We also like the use of car images to make sexual suggestions. But considering the potential of this neat hodgepodge of adolescence, low-riders and sex, it's pretty one-dimensional and we hope they do more with it.
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.