The Martin agency has added two new spots to the Geico Kash campaign. That's the campaign in which the creepy looking stack of money with eyeballs appears seemingly to indicate the money one could have saved had one been a Geico customer.
The interesting thing about these spots is that they are so random. In one, a roofer tells another roofer he's being scoped out, one assumes, by a girl. As it turns out, it's just that creepy stack of Geico money. In another, a man stops to ask a guy working on a fence for directions. After a longish pause in which the guy in the car considers how the hell he's going to get where he's going, he notices the Geico stack of money. Fence guy looks and says, "Poor fella. He must have following your for miles. Looks tired."
Cue mid-eighties dance tune Somebody's Watching Me.
After setting up its first-ever 4G wireless broadband network in Portland, Clearwire tapped Secret Weapon Marketing to promote its merits: better internet speeds, broader coverage.
The result was a series of irreverent prints -- and "Sprinkles," a TV ad that compares wireless coverage to cupcake sprinkles. (Rivals are represented by a stingy sprinkling; meanwhile, Clearwire's coverage deluges the bakery with diabetes-inducing hail.)
"Welcome to the future," the narrator says smugly.
Sunil Shibad, the brains behind this whole debacle, just linked us to his new year greeting card.
Illustrated by the image of a gun barrel loaded with a single, heart-shaped bullet, the card reads, "Make love not war. Make love get AIDS. Either way you die."
We're still uncertain what to make of it ... but we're pret-ty sure that logic could use some retooling.
Dear Chuck McBride,
Assuming you had a hand in its creation, we just watched your Cow Gives Birth to a Guy commercial in which, yes, a cow gives birth to a guy...wearing Ray-Bans and we're, well, disgusted. No wait, freaked out. No wait, astonished. No wait, horrified. No wait, laughing out loud. No wait, what? We have no idea.
Fake sunglass tossing videos are one thing. This thing falls into an entirley different category. OMFG, we're calling the SPCA. Or is it PETA? Or is it NICFA? NDFA? ADA? DFA?
Surely someone's gonna have a problem with a 6'2" guy getting extricated from a mommy cow! Oh wait, that's it. The manure storm is about to hit! Mommy Cow Bloggers are gonna be all over your ass about this one!
1. Open a can of the caffeine-fueled stuff and down it.
2. Strap on a snowboard/skateboard.
3. Film yourself being pulled behind a train until...
Sporting site Versus has launched a recent promotion entitled Show Me Your V. Yes, this is where that is going. Of the promotion Yahoo Sports blog Puck Daddy wrote, "Maybe our minds are so far in the gutter that we've got rats scurrying across them, but even Roger Moore's James Bond would believe this double entendre is a tad too telegraphed."
A thunderstorm of commentary followed.
OK so Tom Dickson has been hyping his Blendtc blender in online videos for some time now. They are, as expected, just as cheesy as old school Ronco and K-tel commercials. To prove blending strength, Tom tosses all sorts of things into the blender; avocados, an iPhone, a rake, sneakers, a Rubik's cube, Mario Kart and plastic sports cars.
It's all pretty stupid. But it's all pretty smart too. Well, if you can equate YouTube views with sales, that is.
For two years, Tom's been tossing all manner of matter into his blender. If one follows the "if it ain't broke, don't fix it" school of thought, it's a fair fair bet his videos are paying off.
View all of the inanity here.
A wee Brooklyn-based shop called Fantasy Trophies ("Hand-made trophies worth bragging about") has launched a YouTube campaign, "Bragging Rites," that consists of nine videos which get progressively more retarded.
The videos follow Brian, a brash, furry office cog, who antagonizes his fantasy football opponents. It's profoundly working-man-tastic; probably only funny for the people involved, and maybe for people that have done crazy shit in the name of fantasy football. If you fall into neither camp, well, tough luck.
See Penis Cake and/or Megan's Strap-On Fantasy. (Megan ultimately gets revenge in the form of a really feeble "email this asshole!" video. Girl, you'll shimmy into a strap-on, but broadcasting dude's email on YouTube was your best take on vengeance? You put bad-ass bitches to shame.)
On Christmas day, One Laptop Per Child brought back the voice (if not the body) of Yoko Ono's beloved John Lennon.
OLPC's mission is to bring cheap, sturdy laptops to the world's poorest children. So paint your sympathetic face on as a freshly conviction-laden (if nasal) Lennon compares giving a child a laptop to the vision he shared through his music. At the end, the Walrus himself appears, piped in from the great beyond through a kid computer with Shrek ears.
Negroponte ought to learn from his profitable peers. Resuscitating a dead guy -- particularly one whose yearning for peace has been used to sell everything from diapers to ice cream -- never works in your favor, no matter how noble the intentions. In fact, it's about as disturbing as watching a demented technophile play puppeteer with a decomposing marionette.
No ad industry holiday is complete without a lovable mood-setting douchebag. This year Tom Fellow is ours.
The guy had us from "felice navidado" and now we can't stop listening to his Christmas standards and watching him open presents while growling.
Lavish in the Fellow aesthetic or watch with glee while Twitter catches on. Big THANKEE to @pjbfcp.