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Gone are the days when earnest, slightly manipulative letters to the North Pole get lost in the USPS ether. Now you can join Santa's social network and hit him up whenever.
He even has a blog!
That's sweet and stuff, but the Santa I remember -- the one from Miracle on 34th St. -- wouldn't be sending repeated emails asking me to join "Santa live now." There's something freaky and subservient-chickenish about that.
If you happen to be a "..." seeking "...?", you're in luck! NYU's Career Path Express has your number.
The Career Path Express is a co-branded program between NYU and NavAgility, which I guess helps full-time students or people with families get back on the fast track to DoctorLawyerville.
If you can't fix what's broken, make it a golden calf.
In futile retaliation against users that are defecting in frustration, die-hard Twitter fans erected a site dedicated to FailWhale, the bird-borne character that appears whenever Twitter tanks.
Buy merch, add FailWhale on Twitter or join his Facebook group. Get this: the group is marked "consumer product."
When did failure become a commodity?
In response to the madness, Yiying Lu, the original designer of FailWhale, created Eve Whale. The dreamy FailWhale love interest blows little birds out of her air hole.
Earlier today I happened across this testosterone-tacular Bowflex Revolution pop-up.
I can't believe Bowflex is still around! There are so few women that would actually go for Mr. Oily Abs -- but the sight of a perennial Bowflex man turns any guy I'm with into a socially inept troglodyte.
My dad, once a self-proclaimed man of steel, used to watch Bowflex infomercials late at night and go, "When I'm old and retired, you will bring me that machine as a gift."
And because I was five and had no idea how dangerous a delusion could be, I would assent. He's still waiting for one.
"I am the Denver Egotist and I will be back on Monday ... maybe Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. It depends on when I wanna kick yer ass."
In an email titled "We're coming out," the Denver Egotist sent us the above video, which reveals its identity, or at least the way it wants to be seen. Definitely less disappointing than that one time KISS removed its makeup.
AgencySpy, another site that does does the "we are everyone and everywhere and nowhere -- bwahahaa!" thing, dug it.
What satisfies a hungry woman? Not the muscle-bound napper at left. Shredded Wheat with Strawberries, on the other hand, might give sex-starved Wifey a run for the money.
The ad comes straight out of next month's Real Simple and is brought to you by Post, the come-hither cereal company with plenty of other other colon-friendly choices. Tempting. But will they make us breakfast in bed?
"Honey, what are you doing in there? You've been on the computer all afternoon."
".......What was that?"
"Mo-om, I'm saving Cookie Puss from getting a faceful of cone!"
If that's not sufficiently crash-worthy, "CookiePussTeroids" is also spelled wrong.
John Kreicbergs was in his local Barnes & Noble the other day and walked past an end cap that caught his attention. At the end of one of the aisles was a display for Sex and the City. Pictured was Sarah Jessica Parker in a low cut top but that's not really why Kreicbergs noticed the end cap. In an odd sort of juxtaposition, the display caps the end of the Christianity section of the store.
It's not that religious people never think about or have sex, it's just that it's likely not the first thing on their mind when seeking a book on the topic.
Earlier we explored messages that only appear in photographs. But hey, how about touch-sensitive tattoos or jewelry that interacts with your body?
All part and parcel of Philips' strange and suggestive Design Probes subsite, which experiments with new ways of wedding life to technology.
Though I agree with Thought Gadget when he argues this video doesn't really emphasize the many possibilities of touch-sensitive tats. Naked teens on a fondle-spree? There's a tired idea.
"Dude ... I think the tennis player in that ad just totaled your car with his oversized ball."
"Sucks, man. Wanna play tennis?"
"Sure. But before we go, let's buy proper footwear at K-Swiss."
Orchestrated by TriBeCa for the Roland Garros French Open in Paris. More photos here and here.
Fun facts: Maybe because it's French, TriBeCa calls it "ambush marketing," not "guerrilla marketing," and the goal was to create a "Wahoo Effect."
I'm not really sure what "Wahoo" is ("Yahoo" without the awkward "Yang" association?), but maybe it has something to do with how people open their mouths and make no noise when they see something like, say, a car smashed by a giant tennis ball.
Via the hip cats at in:fluencia.