This really takes egocasting to the next level. For those who find even virtual networking a problem, Brando gives you USB Virtual Friends, which enable you to invest a little plastic buddy with all the qualities you really need in a desktop partner. Including a photo.
Far from a mere memory-logger, these dolls give you a virtual world where you are master. Give them personalities and your choice of over 100 preprogrammed dialogues for communication.
Available in Virtual Boyfriend, Virtual Girlfriend ($17, respectively) or sets ($30).
Some people will go to great lengths to keep their beer cold. Other people, such as the chap in this M&C Saatchi-created Fosters commercial, are simply insane. Or, he have the ability to detect, perhaps, a tenth of a degree temperature difference that might be caused by the sun walking from the bar to his beach chair. While his buddies are ogling beach beauties, this guy is acrobatically following tiny bits of shade to protect his beer from the sun.
Holy shit! It seems we've been targeted by a Miami serial killer according to a WBFX news report. Curiously, all five of the serial killer's victims have been male, in their 30's and work in the media industry. Chillingly, our name has been scrawled in blood on a wall in Miami and on a piece of paper found by the police naming us the killer's next victim. Even more chillingly, we were just in Miami for a conference.
In fear, we've barricaded ourselves into our offices with one inch thick back issues of Vogue and blocked the the windows with the hundreds of Casale Media bags we've collected at ad:tech conferences over the years. The police have been called and we hope the industry's prayers are with us.
OK, OK. It's all just one of those personalized video promotions, this time, for the Showtime series Dexter which will begin airing on FX in the UK.
AdPulp's David Burn points to anonymous ad blog Agency Tart on which the writer castrates his (or her) client for telling him permission should have been requested when he told the client Monday he'd be out of the office this Wednesday through Monday...but fully available via Blackberry. We all know some clients like to keep their agency folk on a tight leash but after laughing at the client thinking the whole thing was a joke, Agency Tart minced no words over being treated like a kid and wrote, "[the client] proceeded to tell me that he expects me to clear it in advance with him any time I plan to take off, as it might not 'coincide with the company's needs.' You gotta be kidding me. While I'm gone, I'll scour the souvenir shops looking for a device that will help him get his head out of his ass."
Clearing your vacation with your immediate supervisor, yes. Sharing your vacation plans with your client, yes. Being required to ask your client if you can take time off like a second grader asking his teacher to go to the bathroom...um, not so much.
With all the work it's done to court the "we are woman, hear us roar" demographic, we harbor serious doubts that this viral for Dove is the genuine article. Really, do they even sell deodorant cans like that anymore?
It certainly gets the point across (only amazing sensory deception could bring a sexual partner that, uh, close), but we'd be understating if we said the ad only made us a little sick. (And what's with that chick's teeth?) Then again, we really liked the idea of man omelet, so...
Wow. This definitely falls into the "so bad it's good" category. Or is it just the "so bad it's bad" category? Anyway, as AdFreak points out, Ballpark Franks has a new TBWA/Chiat/Day-created Alien-style commercial running in which an apparently very hungry stomach manifests an arm of its own because this kid's other two arms are too busy chatting online or fapping to the latest celebrity nipple slip. Hmm. A third arm? Now that would do wonders for those moments when only one arm is available for typing.
For L'Odeur, an edible perfume, Lululemon put together this ad that can't seem to decide whether it's Calvin Klein or SNL.
We weren't the only ones who cringed. The PR people didn't seem keen on it either. And we can see why. It's a little ... well, gross.
To be fair, the ending was kind of funny.
What's going on with this banner ad for EMC? The guy leading that team of dogs looks less like a picturesque Jack London hero and more like, well, a jewel thief.
Probably not the best foot to put forward if you're a document protection firm.
No doubt we've all experienced that horrific morning after when we roll over in bed to discover the thing we spent last night with and wished we'd just not shared that last bottle of wine. An evening's romp, a morning's regret, swapped underwear, morning biological functions and you've got yourself a scheevy commercial for Tagalong Panties and it's 911panties.com emergency panty replacement service.
Scion continues to woo us with weirdness, pushing its trademark customization aspect with this intro video to the new Little Deviants campaign for the xD. Like the occasionally cute Want 2 B Square effort, this too was put together by ATTIK.
We like the whole gratuitous decapitation thing, but what if you don't want to identify with the sheeple or the deviants? It's always hard to pick a side when there are no heroes. Plus, the head-hunting deviants are irredeemably ugly.
Has too much individualization made us all peer-snuffing monsters?