
Friday, October 31, 2008
Things I Hate About Halloween

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Holidays
Monday, October 27, 2008
Craigslist is Balls for Job Searching
As you may have gathered, I've been unemployed now for the past couple of months thanks to an economy that's less stable than a drunk walking down a steep incline (...meh). During the course of my exhaustive job hunt, I threw a few resumes, complete with cover letters, to ads posted on Craigslist. And nine times out of ten, I'm forced to realize that my time would have been better spent addressing those emails to the kitchen wall.
Labels:
Advertising,
Internet,
Work
Monday, October 06, 2008
Her-Sponsor-oes
Dear NBC:
I understand your dilemma. Less people are watching your sponsors' advertisements and you need to find away to counter that. I begrudgingly accept you have to inject thinly veiled advertisements into the shows themselves. But in the September 22nd episode of Heroes ("The Butterfly Effect"), you may have taken the concept to a new level. Allow me to remind you of this scene, which takes place in an African desert:
I understand your dilemma. Less people are watching your sponsors' advertisements and you need to find away to counter that. I begrudgingly accept you have to inject thinly veiled advertisements into the shows themselves. But in the September 22nd episode of Heroes ("The Butterfly Effect"), you may have taken the concept to a new level. Allow me to remind you of this scene, which takes place in an African desert:
Labels:
Advertising,
Television
Friday, October 03, 2008
Weirdo's Ode to a Game Show
Due to economical circumstances beyond anyone's control, I have found myself watching a lot of game shows for the last month. I now know more about "Dumb Dora" that Gene Rayburn and Brett Somers combined. But that's not what this post is about.
Labels:
Retro,
Television
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Dawn of the Attatck of The Deadly Squirrels
Two weeks ago, my girlfriend was walking out of her office when a squirrel jumped on her and then quickly off again to go scurry off and do whatever it is these animals do. Unharmed but shaken, she proclaimed that the squirrel had the foul stench of bloodlust in its breath. I accused her of exaggerating her peril slightly. Unamused by my lack of concern, she accused me of being a "squirrel sympathizer". That stung.
Labels:
Animals
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Marketing Breast Cancer Awareness Month

Labels:
Advertising,
People
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