Boing Boing points us to a recent MAKE: Weekend Project video in which Bre Pettis and Allison Kudla (we have no idea) demonstrate how vegetarians can prepare turkey: with paper.
Apparently the process is as elaborate as one would expect with all the actual turkey-buying, basting and baking, so if just having a turkey in the middle of the table and not eating or smelling one is your end goal, then pull out those scissors and prepare to be very confused.
Have a happy Thanksgiving to those of you who celebrate it, and to those who don't, here's an ad from PETA to help you feel appropriately righteous about keeping turkeys squawking (if in fact they do squawk).
And whatever you do, don't make stuffing with raisins because we really hate it when people do that. - Contributed by Angela Natividad
Australia's Watch Around Water is placing images of a little drowned boy at the bottom of swimming pools.
At some point we figure people are going to catch onto this whole fake-dead-people-as-props trend, and when they do they'll come across some real dead people and scoff. Then what are we going to do? Say "I'm sorry"?
No. The boy who cried wolf did that. Nobody believed him. - Contributed by Angela Natividad
PETA recently launched PETA Kids in an attempt to make the volatile group more kid-friendly. The site is loaded with fun little ways to propagandize the usual message, like stencils to decorate the nearest public loo with images of animals begging "love me" - yes, like a psychotic ex.
PETA is also promoting Fast Food Nation and Happy Feet, which happens to be in bed with Tamiflu, which, by the way, is now linked to sometimes fatal but generally psychotic behavior among kids.
Clearly PETA has not done its homework about children the way it has with pigs, puppies and penguins. Want to cozy up to kids? Liaise with companies that aren't already liaising with companies that happen to be compelling your target demographic to fling themselves off condo balconies. Isn't that, like, common knowledge? - Contributed by Angela Natividad
Because nothing goes like sailors, rum and ass-shaking, 42 Below intro's Tahiti Dark Rum to Auckland Harbor with the Tahiti Dark Maidens. And if you ever had a doubt, yes, the Pussy Galore indeed exists.
In one fell strip Tom Fishburne of Brand Camp fame depicts 8 types of bad creative critics. The Blender gave us the biggest stomachache.
HP makes its first viral, a random pseudo-European situational with classical music featuring the stodgy Berthold and Max, and we love it more than we should.
Geico gives its angry cavemen therapy. The caveman commercials are heralded as America's favourite advertising and the perfect depiction of the "strong yet vulnerable male." We don't know about all that but we dig the cavemen too.
Sony Vaio launches a campaign in Brazil with this paper airplane thing.
Gaebler Ventures hides money in plain site to snag fledgling entrepreneurs - or at least some people hungry for Yemen's gelt (a handy pre-Hannukah Yiddish phrase for hunting other people's money).
Germany's Haagen-Dazs hawks vanilla caramel brownie ice cream as Canada's delicacy, which made us laugh because anything involving Canada makes us laugh including the notion that the linguistically-divided "Aye!"-chirping side of America has a national delicacy that happens to be purveyed by an ice cream company. And all this time we thought the US made brand-oriented individualism king. - Contributed by Angela Natividad
Here's a somewhat depressing campaign in which images of bummed-out, otherwise friendly-looking people are set behind community bars to demonstrate how the same thing, only worse, happens to human rights defenders worldwide. The campaign is for Amnesty International with TBWA out of Paris. Adverbox has more from the same campaign. - Contributed by Angela Natividad
It's no secret we like self-deprecating humour in part because that's half the work done for us, so we couldn't help warming to the print campaign for Juicing the Orange, Pat Fallon's new creativity-oriented business book.
Toying with the defining moment in which a doe-eyed child looks up at mom and asks where babies come from, to which mom immediately spits out an improbable lie, Fallon's print ads add citrusy twist to a domestic nightmare and lend the sense that irreverent ideas remain good medicine for the changing threads of business. Check out variations hither and thither. - Contributed by Angela Natividad
The late Sailor Jerry, godfather of crass-but-classy American tattooing, launched a clothing line some time ago. Now Gyro Worldwide joins forces with them to make the brand, "a working-class American cookout" (we swear the CEO said this), relevant to a new generation.
Designs feature graphics unique to sailor tat subculture: anchors, mermaids, buxom women and even tight-fisted knuckle statements on gloves. We like how there's a section marked "Rum Stuff."
Glimpse the new Sailor Jerry campaign here and here and here. - Contributed by Angela Natividad
To promote some new vehicles whose names we won't even bother to look up, Honda creates a destination on Myspace upon which people can get ranked a la Hot-or-Not and compete for the coveted title of MySpace Ultimate Profile. The page already has over 23,000 friends. Submissions include the usual indie-whoring hipsters and children. Enter yourself though you might be offset by the eight-year-old with the souped-up Civic. - Contributed by Angela Natividad
To get down with plush-ass Gen Y four major resorts bundle up to host The Ski Tour, a hyper-trendy echo boomer orgy. As no youth-poaching Woodstock is complete without fashion shows, nods to smoking chronic and concerts by obscure artists like the ever-more-irrelevant Tommy Lee, The Ski Tour includes all these delights and more.
The site was created by Wirestone and sponsors include Spyder, Ice Breaker and Paul Mitchell, who continues to grasp for this demo even if most think Paul faded into the ether hand-in-hand with Molly Ringwald. Here's some advice: tear away from your beloved '80's aesthetic and maybe you'll vibe more relevant. In the meantime though, expect the smell of aerosol to intermingle with the stinging-fresh air on the piste. - Contributed by Angela Natividad