From Ads of the World
Tag: ads
Electricity comes from the walls in my house
Thanks to threepunchstuff for this bit of near-perfect, uh, thing. COAL!
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Okay, I’m going to go back to bed now.
I thought we were using more sophisticated stuff these days.
From the job ad for the “Tech Expo Top Secret 2007” job fair for “security-cleared professionals”:
Catapult your job search by meeting nearly every major employer in the defense industry over 2 days. Federal Agencies & Government Contractors are actively hiring at our TECHEXPO Job Fair held within AFCEA’s WEST Conference in San Diego, CA. Even if you’re just surveying the job landscape, this is an excellent place to learn about available opportunities nationwide.
I have surveyed the landscape, sir! Permission to catapult!
and two smaller weird things
From the same sausage company who disdained vegetarians, an odd statement about gender and food. And Myspace presented me with a ontological puzzle last night.
Advertising Scans for Friday
A sausage company attacks vegetarianism and commits unintentional goatse, and the makers of a sleep drug appear to be selling a powerful hallucinogen. It’s all behind the cut!
A Scanner Dorkly
Another visit to the psychiatrist means another load of Drug Ad Scans. Two of these are actually not from a drug ad, but from an osteopathic college’s fundraiser magazine. The other two are the standard brochureware. Below we’ll learn why misshapen closeted animal trainers are humanitarian, why Bob shouldn’t use the nail gun for a while, and the relationship between bipolar disease and endless green rolling hills.
Marketing IV: via threepunchstuff
The “Hispanic” market is different. Radio and TV are a lot more raw, maybe for cultural reasons and certainly because the FCC isn’t listening to much. And advertising crosses lines that wouldn’t be crossed in whitey ads:
Bacon Swiss Breasts (natural)
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I’m glad that at least one fast food chicken sandwich has not given in to the fad and had its breasts augmented.
I think I speak for all of us when I say: cosmetic surgery on bacon swiss crispy chicken must stop.
Dan Goodsell finds another gem
No sugar. No actual raspberries. WHAT’S IT MADE FROM? Also; “Standard Coffee Co., New Orleans”. I imagine some moss-covered 19th-century factory with an aged voudoun priestess stirring a pot of something… red. Of course it’s from 1967, when things were different. Etc. From A Sampler of Things (Mistertoast).
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