The 4A’s (don’t call it the American Association of Advertising Agencies – that’s too “limited”) says we need to come up with new ways to be accountable, and combat the fact that “66 percent of Americans attributed at least some of the economic crisis to advertising agencies for causing people to buy things they could not afford.”
The angry, F-you, Fleetwood Mac kind, not the idealized Bill Paxton kind. In HD.
Holy shitskies. Five dollars says there’s a White House plan for a Va. Tech Wild West Show.
“I’m a therapist, and I actually had a panic attack.”
I can’t imagine why I have issues…
The full version of the end song from Sunday’s Simpsons.
Because everything’s better when it’s made out out of LEGO.
Another guy who hangs out with bears. Because as long as they know you don’t have a gun, they’re totally cool about stuff.
The man who taught us about sex and lies and videotape and traffic and oceans 11-13 wants to show us how companionship is just a commodity that in these trying times can only be afforded to the attractive and the overtly wealthy. Pretty insightful, Steve. Let me guess – does it end with everyone being kind of sad?
(and casting a real-life porn star? indie cred. indie cred.)
Tony Danza starts mouthing off into a hot mic about how lousy local news is… on the local news. He’s right, of course.
All protein and no fiber whatsoever, you can be sure your new businesscards will never be crap.
(that was a BM joke, in case you missed it.)
almost as much as Germans love being slightly inappropriate with the bloodletting.
(to be honest, I totally though the blond was going to end up all Crying Game, so it’s actually a lot tamer than I was expecting)
Oprah announces she’s going to start Twittering and usage jumps 43%. Can she announce she’s going to start using Wall Street?
The woman with the decent voice and the bushy eyebrows on the telly admits she was “just kidding” about being a a big loser. I guess it makes for good TV.
As someone who’s never had a girlfriend with the balls to break up with me in person, I don’t really see the big deal with telling your wife you’re getting a divorce via text message. In my next life I hope to be attractive enough to one day tell my wife I was gay with her dad via outdoor board written in her cat’s blood. Not that I’ve planned it out.
Did you know there was a U.S. Pole Dance Federation? Somehow, I didn’t. Did you know they have a National Championship?
By now, everyone’s seen Joel tell you how awesome his business cards are. But what we really want to know is, “How do you pack your suitcase, you unbelievable douchebag?”
Extra points for the shout-out for REI socks.
Because if it’s one thing we need, it’s comic book movies appealing to housewives.
This weekend, for example, “Wolverine” will be promoted heavily on TNTs coverage of the NBA playoffs, with “Inside the NBA” commentator Charles Barkley sporting the claws in the studio this weekend. Meanwhile, on an April 13 episode of CBSs “How I Met Your Mother” the characters sparred with toy “Wolverine” claws, and in a custom promo for this weeks episode of “The Real Housewives of New York City” of all places, the women make inventive use of the phrase “The claws come out.”
How ever will the new Kirk compete?
Are you a Twitterer? Then you probably need this. Enjoy.
Doctors re-arm a man who will no doubt do his best to hurt as many women as he can with it. He tried to do the right thing. Oh, well.
Just found out about another student from my prep school killing themselves. For a place that only churns out 20 kids a year, it seems to chew them up unusually quickly.
Experiment in Google-bombing. Let’s just say I’m doing this for work. Then I can write it off, and talk about it in search meetings and sound like I’m not the dumbest person in the room.
Welcome to this week’s definition of Amazon Rank.
Backstory on the amazonfail here. Yay! I’m gay-friendly!
Unfortunately, these pictures don’t really show what she’s made of, but jumping into the polar bear den at the zoo is bound to take some guts.
80′s TV-inspired art explodes out of the Idiot Box.
New Red Shirt Cologne. Are you a doomed man of action?
Normals aren’t all that interested in how those things they TiVo through get made. Go figure.
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