Medical hiatus no-typing mix…
Category: advertising
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I started this post before falling increasingly ill. May still be gone for a bit…I had SO much to share this Halloween…but it’ll just have to wait for now. Here’s what I had so far…
Rockabilly Bride of Frankenstein. Awesome!

Amazing roundup of Halloween creatures here.

Two great cakes from Cake Wrecks.

Fellow 80’s kids…remember these?

And lastly, the always hilarious AXE COP (featuring Nick Offerman)!
HAPPY HALLOWEEN from SheWalksSoftly!

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Last year in a discussion of Brach’s candy (sweetly nostalgic or disgusting?), under certain conditions, I agreed to re-sample the entire Brach’s collection to affirm or deny my extreme distaste for all-things-Brach’s. I believe I have since been released from this obligation, but I thought I’d dig up some vintage ads for your eyes to chew on…
Ugh, kid…why would you WANT to?

In my immediate candy sorting ritual upon arriving home from trick or treating, these were always put in the “unwanted crap I probably can’t even trade” pile.
But they’ve been around for ages, and I’d imagine some have a fondness for them based on nostalgia alone, despite the existence of far superior candies. I can respect that.
Or maybe…there are those who truly revel in the taste, like this happy gent below?
After all, they are goblin approved.
When I was a kid, every old lady I knew had a dish of Brach’s candy on her coffee table that sat untouched for years. Perhaps there’s a gene for buying and displaying these particular sweets that switches on around the age of 80.
How do you feel about Brach’s candy?
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I would love to get my hands on some more old and/or rejected pitch ideas from famed toy and gaming companies. The Nintendo Knitting Machine has been described as “one least genuinely enthusiastic demos” in NES history.
But the catch phrase is just so priceless:

Would you want to turbocharge your knitting with electronic assistance, or is this the very antithesis of knitting’s leisurely nature?
Short blurb on the product here.
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It looks like I was featured on Freshly Pressed, which has brought some new readers to this blog. If you’re new here…welcome! Please relax and stay a while…like this guy (by Michael Pratt):
The cat does not appear to find this hairstyle flattering.

If swimsuits covered 99% of the body with the finest layered long sleeves and trousers…I’d be more like to wear one in public.

By comparison, this classic striped number looks positively scandalous.

Violent beatings are always a great way to sell a product.

Few things go together like guns and Christianity…

…or booze and mornings.
Head of marketing campaign: “Don’t you see? We’re not selling a product, we’re selling a lifestyle!“

Let’s look at happy things now, shall we? Like this laxative-dosed child.

Something tells me the gelatinous fish pie is not going to be the kiddie crowd pleaser this ad implies.

Yes. This is exactly what they do. This…and drool on things.

It’s what all the hipsters are using:

The “Health Belt” does absolute wonders…if you’re a man who happens to be sketched on paper.

What happens when there’s a fight on family portrait day in 1858.

My thoughts originate from a 2″ X 2″ square of brain perpendicular to my eyeballs, in the very center of my forehead.

And if you want to know the depths of a woman’s thoughts, look no further than this handy diagram.

…Well then the whole trip is ruined:

This is a deeply profound message. See it. Feel it. Know it.

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When I first glanced at these ads, I was thrilled because I thought “All right! Ads that extol the inimitable sexiness of a woman who reads! A win for the BRAINS!”
Then I looked closer:
“You can read about the women who are unforgettable, disarming and a not-so-quiet sensation…or you can become one by wearing new MSYTRECE.”D’OH!
Now, it’s rare that I get riled up over vintage sexist advertising because I understand that although abhorrent, that kind of thing did happen…but there are books involved here…BOOKS, I tell you!
If I were less modest, I would reclaim this photoshoot by posing the same way and rewriting the captions to celebrate my fellow intellectual women out there. I dare say one doesn’t need to make a choice between being smart OR sexy. Smart IS sexy.
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Anyone know the artist for this?

I do not know this woman, but her batty glasses indicate she’s probably pretty great.

A child destined for greatness.

Now let’s get serious and talk about death. Great book title:

I would absolutely read this one.

Does anyone have this? I couldn’t find it anywhere, but I’m curious and intrigued.

The first? Great detective work, Dr. Donohue.

I never knew a mortuary could be so exciting.

“Man describes his sensations while slowly roasting to death”

Rather beautiful antique illustration:

Indication of slightly skewed priorities (read the fine print…she’s upset about her hair).

It may feel like slight indigestion at first, but…

Anyone know where this anthropomorphic poison comes from?

Come in, kiddies. A meaty, cheesy death surely does not await you in the hungry jaws of Mayor McCheese.

I don’t think this ended well.

The end.
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I think I’ve posted one of these in a Desktop Goodies post, but it’s time to show the whole fabulous set.
Never has toilet paper been so all-encompassing. Soft-Weve inspires entire rooms! Evening gowns around the house!
Heck, I’d coordinate everything with my toilet paper too for laugh one day…if it weren’t white…and who knows when I last wore white?





























































