Is it just me or are commercials getting worse?
I am really having diffuculty imagining a CEO, Owner, etc. sitting down to a presentation by their ad agency and actually agreeing to some of the crap that is being broadcast.
For instance; Burger King Corp. Do they really think that the creepy King is going to sell more burgers? How about Wendy's? Their most recent contribution features an obnoxious bimbo over-utilizing the word "sensational" as she tosses Wendy's salad...
I don't know about anybody else, but in both cases the ads have caused me to drive past both Burger King and Wendy's or just go hungry.
Wait...thank you fast food ad agencies... due to your ineptitude ( is that a word? ) I am eating healthy!!!
Anyhow, a new feature on this blog will be my reactions to various ad campaigns. If you wish to contribute, please do so through the comment area.
Hey Todd...maybe it is time for us to start that agency we always talked about???
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Welcome BABY!!
So like I said, earlier... my brother John is a Grandpa... this makes me a grand uncle? great uncle? Some have suggested monkeys uncle, but somehow that seems like a slam on the baby as oppossed to me... so let's stick with Great Uncle... 'cause I AM a GREAT uncle! Anyhow... here's my new little buddy: Connor Anthony born on March 11. Congrats to Scott and Jennifer!
What else?
So what else has been going on in the weeks that I haven’t posted…
Tim brought home a black lab puppy. Someone who deserves to be thrown from a moving car left this 10-week old puppy on the street in Lakewood, Ohio. Tim, who’s heart is “bigger than his brain” ( “I appreciate that Clark.”), brought her home with the hope that she would be a permanent resident.
Actually, if we hadn’t had such bad experiences with big dogs in the past, she would have had a chance of staying. Unfortunately when we designed our house we didn’t put in a service door from the kitchen or the garage, so the only entrance to the back yard is from our family room. In the summer when we have dry days or in the winter when the ground is frozen, this isn’t a problem. For the other 355 days of the year, the paws of a 80 lb. lab each contribute 5 lbs of mud to the carpet.
The real problem however is that Chloe, the 4 lb mini dachshund didn’t want a roomie. She intimidated the lab and spent her days with her ears down, and looking real unhappy. So, the search was on for the perfect home…
Congratulations to my brother John on the acquisition of his new dog!
Oh yeah, congratulations on becoming a grandpa too… ( I will cover that in another post. )
Tim brought home a black lab puppy. Someone who deserves to be thrown from a moving car left this 10-week old puppy on the street in Lakewood, Ohio. Tim, who’s heart is “bigger than his brain” ( “I appreciate that Clark.”), brought her home with the hope that she would be a permanent resident.
Actually, if we hadn’t had such bad experiences with big dogs in the past, she would have had a chance of staying. Unfortunately when we designed our house we didn’t put in a service door from the kitchen or the garage, so the only entrance to the back yard is from our family room. In the summer when we have dry days or in the winter when the ground is frozen, this isn’t a problem. For the other 355 days of the year, the paws of a 80 lb. lab each contribute 5 lbs of mud to the carpet.
The real problem however is that Chloe, the 4 lb mini dachshund didn’t want a roomie. She intimidated the lab and spent her days with her ears down, and looking real unhappy. So, the search was on for the perfect home…
Congratulations to my brother John on the acquisition of his new dog!
Oh yeah, congratulations on becoming a grandpa too… ( I will cover that in another post. )
I'm back...
I was reminded by my daughter last night that it has been a long time since I have posted. To my thousands of faithful readers; a heartfelt apology is in order.
Shortly after my last post, I learned of the passing of a dear old friend; Marge.
Marge was what Joni Mitchell would call “ a drug store truck drivin’ man”. She was the conduit to my career in entertainment marketing. She knew who she was, and who everyone else was. There was a wrong way to do things and then there was the right way; Margie’s way. She was what you would call “a character”. Despite her rough edges, you couldn’t help but love Marge.
We worked together for about 15 years. She bailed me out of some tough situations, we fought, we laughed, we plotted, and we learned. In the end, we hadn’t seen each other in about 5 years. That really bothers me. But this is what happens in life. We have good intentions to stay in touch…”we’ll do lunch sometime, call me…” But life gets in the way and we forget to live. We intend to post to our blog every day. Then “Marge” dies, and the wind is sucked out of your sails, and as hard as you try to be funny and creative, it takes days…weeks to get your senses back.
Marge is reorganizing things “upstairs” now. I’m sure of it. By the time we hook up again for that lunch, God will have learned a thing or two about how to get things done.
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Shortly after my last post, I learned of the passing of a dear old friend; Marge.
Marge was what Joni Mitchell would call “ a drug store truck drivin’ man”. She was the conduit to my career in entertainment marketing. She knew who she was, and who everyone else was. There was a wrong way to do things and then there was the right way; Margie’s way. She was what you would call “a character”. Despite her rough edges, you couldn’t help but love Marge.
We worked together for about 15 years. She bailed me out of some tough situations, we fought, we laughed, we plotted, and we learned. In the end, we hadn’t seen each other in about 5 years. That really bothers me. But this is what happens in life. We have good intentions to stay in touch…”we’ll do lunch sometime, call me…” But life gets in the way and we forget to live. We intend to post to our blog every day. Then “Marge” dies, and the wind is sucked out of your sails, and as hard as you try to be funny and creative, it takes days…weeks to get your senses back.
Marge is reorganizing things “upstairs” now. I’m sure of it. By the time we hook up again for that lunch, God will have learned a thing or two about how to get things done.
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis.
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