Showing posts with label waste of time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label waste of time. Show all posts

11.19.2008

In 2012, they will pick the final four hosts (cue the end of the world).


I just got back from Quantum of Solace. I will write a detailed review on it later. But right now, I have a bone to pick with movie marketing people. I just sat through the teaser trailer above. And I must say....it got me. Immediately upon returning to a computer with internet I did as I was instructed and googled 2012. This is what I got.


NCAA was the leading result on Google for my search. Several links down, I was able to pull together enough info within my damaged and filled brain to realize that there was reference to some type of Mayan doomsday. Youtube is filled with virals. And sure it looks like every other end of days flick. There may even be Aliens (cause we have never seen that before). 

My problem....they told me (a captive audience member) to google something for answers. And when I did, the first result did not help me. You can't do that to consumers. Don't tell them to google something, when you haven/t brought enough media space to fulfill your promise. It's stupid. Your movie is stupid (and done before) and I, refuse to waste my money on it. 

Good day sir.

9.15.2008

perpetually connecting.

remember the first time Jerry and Bill teamed up to do an ad for PC. It was pointless. Unfunny. And about 10years too late. Well...this is their second installment. And its 5 long minutes of the same thing...except.... Bill Gates does the robot at the end. And that my friends...is comedy. 



A few points:
1- Bill Gates may be funnier that Jerry Seinfeld. Dry wit is in these days. Jerry needs to step up his game (first thing being---quit it with the rhetorical questions).

2- the pizza boy was perhaps the worst casting choice ever made. 

3- why is it 5 minutes long? who has 5 minutes, besides people in the ad industry who want to see what 10 mill gets them talent wise and then want to compare the spot to the apple mac/pc campaign at the agency lunch table. 


Also....I feel a little ignorant here....but am I the only one that didn't know that PC stood for Perpetually Connecting. Or did they just make that up? Cause back in the hay day it stood for personal computers.

My reality is going all askew. But there is a concept slowly forming within this campaign. How good or relevant it is....? I guess that's what's up for debate.

9.05.2008

when was the last time you heard the name....?

the word on the street is that someone paid Jerry Sienfeld 10M to be in this spot. And that someone was Microsoft.


I don't even know what that spot was about. Jerry Sienfeld????Shoes????Bill Gates?????
What the......? 
There are suppose to be more spots coming. I hope in the future, they have...like a purpose and stuff. 

7.23.2008

a few rules.


after being verbally assaulted by a copywriter that i have never met before with enough rage pent up to fill a twleve pack of trojan condoms after his nightly online WOW tournaments, I feel it necessary to let you guys (especially the new readers) know what this blog is about. I would call it bylaws...but thats not really the right word for it. Lets call it a safety warning shall we.



1. I am not taking the SATs nor am I writing my senior thesis paper when I sit down at my macbook to post a blog. I DO NOT need to impress anyone. With that said, you... my dear reader should not expect the genius literary styling of Hemmingway, TS Elliot or any other of the greats. If that bothers you...like, if the fact that I do not type out a full sentence to express my thoughts or capitalize when needed....bothers you...you may want to stop checking my blog everyday. Why dont I change? Because dear reader, we are not in high school anymore. I know the rules. And I dont have to prove that fact to you. Especially on a blog.

2. This is my blog. If you dont understand the way I write or the opinions I share, it's probably because you dont know me. And if you dont know me, there is no possible way you can judge me. If you need to express your anti thoughts about my blog posts, please write them in your journal at home. 

Dear Journal, 
Today I commented on someone eles's blog to show him  how cool I was and how much information I know. Im pretty sure I impressed his female readers with my wit and Shakespeare quotations. That always gets the ladies hot. And I think I won when I insulted his intelligence. I think I definitely put the nail in the coffin when I said I worked at a lot of agencies and I was better at advertising than he was. Yeah....that was good.::pist pump::

You see journal, blogging gives me that sense of security to talk sh*t from far far away that I never got in my small community college in the south. I may be back later to add another 500 word comment.We will see. In the mean time, Im gonna finish a few more rounds of Worlds of Witchcraft. Im about to save the elf princess.

 Luv, Douchbag McCoy. 



3. I do love comments. I do love opinions. However, what I love most, is my dignity. And I refuse to have that questioned in a forum such as internet blogging. If you are reading my blog, you should know that it is a pleasant mix of culture, stupidities, advertising, and news. Very little on this blog is about me or my personal life(for good reason). And if I do share my personal life...job, romantic, health, daily occurrences...its with the utmost sarcasm and entertainment that I can muster up at the time. If you are thinking that this blog in any way entitles you to judge me or even know the slightest thing about me, you (my dear copy writing friend) are a joke. This blog is not a forum for people to unload thier demeaning opinions (especially about yours truly). I will immediately ignore and delete them. 



I guess that's it. Im personally sad that I even had to take up a blog post with this nonsense.Its even more juvenile than that time I stole that pack of gushers from my best friend in 6th grade. And that exclamation mark image at the top right...vomit atrocious. This would've been an awesome place to putone of my infamous  nip slip posting. What a waste. 

This whole situation makes me feel like Kanye West. How lame.

And for the record, I love copywriters. its called sarcasm. 
Infact, I love everyone.