TNT has launched Embrace Your Grace, an online community/promotion for season two of Saving Grace.
From the pressie: Embrace Your Grace "[puts] a frank, edgy spin on the typical online community experience ... women can tap into their unfiltered, unapologetic, inner bad girl."
If any woman is ever misguided enough to think her unfiltered, unapologetic, inner
sociopath bad girl can be sated with blogs and online videos, she probably won't turn to a TNT-sponsored destination slathered in trailers, trussed in baby blue and beige, and called Embrace Your Grace.
She'll go to Suicide Girls.
Jim Bean, and its "The Stuff Inside" campaign, have partnered with NASCAR Sprint Cup Series driver and owner Robby Gordon to save Chicago's Wrigley Field from being corporatized like every other stupid-sounding stadium in America. Seriously. How for a hundred years did stadiums survive without brand having to plaster their names all over them? Oh yea...those greedy agents and professional athletes are getting paid such obscene amounts of money someone has to pay for it. Why not a willing brand?
Vivienne Tam and fashionista/paper doll site Stardoll have partnered to bring virtual couture to a seething throng of 9-17-year-old girls. (17? Really?)
Feening to put some clothes on her? Go yonder. There are plenty of options but I personally dig the bouffant-and-knee-high look. It's daring.
Roller skates + ethnic noisemakers = Extreme Clothing Volatility. That's one life lesson I learned at NOLAF (the National Organization for Legislation against Fun), our latest source of advertainment.
NOLAF may sound cheesy and unoriginal (HANDTOSS, anyone?), but it works perfectly as an undemanding time-waster. Here are five reasons why.
So in reaction to that stupid move Boing Boing pulled deleting content published on the site by Violet Blue, Playboy thought they'd cash in on the media frenzy by hosting a hottest blogger contest including, of course, Violet Blue herself and Boing Boing's Xeni Jardin among others.
Ariel Waldman, who, herself, was nominated a list of the Top 20 Bloggers We Want To See In Bikinis, points us to the contest in which Sometimes Daily hottie Amanda Congdon battles it out with Tekzilla cutie Veronica Belmont, dirty joke lover Julie Alexandria, video blogging cutie Brigitte Dale, Pop17 babe Sarah Austin, CNET Loaded's beauty Natali Del Conte and...Holy Mad Men boobs!...Business Week's Sarah Lacy of the famed SXSW interview debacle with Facebook's Mark Zuckerberg.
Yes, people, In our world, this is what matters. The hotness quotient. The hotter you are, the more likely you are to succeed in life. OK, so maybe that;s not entirely true but what fun would a list of the top ten bloggers ranked by the number of hard-to-spell, SAT-like words be?
Fans of the irony-soaked music from the Sunny Side of Truth campaign can now mash them up, courtesy of a new Truth project called "ReMix."
Actual DJs and artists on the spin include Cobra Starship, Diplo, DJ Kaskade, Mix Master MIke and DJ Sega. Users can share tracks via mobile and download a complete album from the link above. So go do that, because you know you love yourself some free shit.
Awhile ago, The Economist published an article about digital nomads, a growing class of workers that aren't anchored to an office. (Typically they're anchored to wi-fi, possibly the cruelest micro-manager of all.) People like this now constitute 30 percent of the US workforce.
I don't think most people think all-online professions are very realistic ("Clearly she's a trustafarian!"), so articles like The Economist's are a big step toward legitimizing them to pinstriped peers and bummed-out parents.
Word has it Twitter might buy Summize, a really useful Twitter search tool.
And despite a higher number of outages in the past coupla weeks, visits to Twitter nonetheless grew 500 percent for the week ending July 5 compared to the same time last year, says Hitwise.
Plurk and FriendFeed continue to fight the good fight, but they're swimming uphill against the microblogging first-to-marketer: Twitter beats both with 12 and 24 times higher traffic, respectively -- yeah, even if their services are more reliable in terms of up-time.
If Friendster's watching right now, it's probably sighing, "I remember when I was the prettiest girl at the party." Yeah, things change fast.
Under Pressure, little more than transparent hype for Dove's self esteem fund ("You support our efforts every time you buy Dove!"), is probably the weakest of its Ogilvy-manufactured Real Women series. The parts that aren't naked promotion look cobbled together from scraps of Onslaught.
The spot follows up from Amy, the lonesome story about a lovestruck boy who doesn't understand why his girlfriend hates herself so much; and Hair, one woman's pursuit of gorgeosity via shoe polish and peroxide. It kinda brings Requiem for a Dream to mind, except it's missing "ass to ass!"
You will smirk until the last Peanuty-tense moment.