Tag: advertising
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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):
Let me entertain you…
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.
Sea Lions…with human brains.
Violent beatings are always a great way to sell a product.
Few things go together like guns and Christianity…
…or kids and cigarettes.
…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.
I SAID…be happy!
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.
Crazy Cat Lady dreams…
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.
Amazing.
Double amazing.
May you all have a knockout day.
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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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I want to go here. So badly.
Anyone know the artist for this?
I do not know this woman, but her batty glasses indicate she’s probably pretty great.
This woman, too…
A child destined for greatness.
I really want this game!
Bats and cats…oh my.
Now let’s get serious and talk about death. Great book title:
And another:
I would absolutely read this one.
Another incredible title.
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?
Brilliant!
Serenade…
Lovely death and (a) maiden.
Come in, kiddies. A meaty, cheesy death surely does not await you in the hungry jaws of Mayor McCheese.
Heaven?
Hell?
For the ladies…
I don’t think this ended well.
The end.
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Happy Independence Day, America.
(Click for large version)
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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?
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It’s too bad the words in the English language are so limited. I wish there were a thousand different ways I could express my Father’s Day sentiments, but I once again go back to the blurb on my first SheWalksSoftly Father’s Day post:
Today I’d like to like to honor my dad, who is truly one of the most amazing individuals I’ve ever known. This man has been a stellar role model of compassion, responsibility and integrity, who continues to inspire me on a daily basis. I owe so much of who I am, and anything I may achieve in the future, to his love and guidance.
It’s a rare person (and a rare parent) who can seamlessly blend rationality and emotion, regulation and freedom, wish and possibility. He selflessly provided so much, yet taught me to take nothing for granted. From him, I learned to hope for great things…yet never balk at working hard to get them. I learned that love is not only words, but the genuine desire to make someone’s world a better place, honoring their needs with equal (if not more) importance than one’s own.
Dad, not a day goes by that I don’t appreciate the hell out of you! May I go forward in this world with the values you have taught me and make you proud…
Now for a few goodies.
Um…what? Bonus points to whoever has the best guess as to what this supposed to be?
Some nice skeletal father and child hands…
Well you ARE my anchor Dad, but something is lost in the execution here.
#…? Eh, forget it. Math is hard.
A tool.
The perfect gift.
Always a good idea:
Wow. Nothing says love like beating the hell out of your child, in as ad no less.
Hey dad, remember when you would take me to practice sports as a kid even though I was terrible at them and couldn’t wait until they weren’t mandatory anymore? Somehow you made it fun (which for me is the equivalent of enjoying a root canal). Thank you. (I chose this picture because I was probably just slightly less adept than a cat trying to play soccer…but close)
This is the truth:
Get it? Get it? *Nudge, nudge*
You gave me a love of monsters & macabre old and new! How I miss watching movies with you! (Gee, I love how I just start to rhyme like a Dr Seuss book sometimes)
So, #1 Dad (or, World’s Greatest…the best in the world…which is better than #1)…you are my hero now and always. I LOVE YOU!
Happy Father’s Day to the dads out there!
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I was taken aback upon looking at this because it feels like someone did a high-contrast caricature of me without my knowledge (if you doubt it, see photo on upper right). Got the hair and my spindly little limbs down…
Hanging: you’re doing it wrong.
Files, not piles.
Has anyone been to the Heinz Haunted House? If so, I want to hear everything about it. Ketchup blood everywhere?
Chocolate Covered Strychnine! I wonder if fierce convulsions and eventual asphyxiation due to paralysis of neural pathways would be enough to deter me from something covered in chocolate.
Ten Realms Within the Body (1885). So THIS is what goes on in there. I knew it.
Ma’am, you have a…oh…nevermind.
If he were mine, I’d name him “Fluffy.”
Ah, this piece of street art reminds me of my many evenings spent in the subversive act of reading…my Wild(e) Nights.
YES!
How rare to see a cute piece of street art (this one is by MORA):
A monster I’d like to meet…providing it agrees to stand still long enough for me to read its heads.
You too, sir? What a coincidence.
Yikes. It’s about to get violent.
I seriously hope this is a “brain fog” typo.
“Let go. Be afraid. You all taste so much better when you’re afraid.”
Some pretty sweet skills (no artist credited):
Mmmmm…
I believe this actually comes from a company that makes theatrical hats. Brilliant.
Now, I don’t mean to undermine someone’s “art,” but if this scrap of paper sold for $500, I picked the wrong field when I decided to study medicine.
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Let’s start with a little faux vintage science, shall we?
Yes. Please.
I think this cat-erpillar is on my craft to-do list now. You can make it move in many kinds of ways.
Just your average post-Easter bunny mass suicide (nice work decorating the seasonal isle, guys):
Best weather forecast ever:
You know it’s spring when the Chevys start blooming again.
Grandfather of the Michelin Man
If the Sears portrait studio offered this, I would totally get in front of a camera.
A quizzical little Max Ernst piece:
Excellent ad:
Love this…
Truly amazing top hat idea:
I’d be reluctant to buy these for the sheer amount of lacing required, but this custom painted pair is quite a work of art.
Cute crafty robot:
Perfect for Halloween season (or anytime, really):
Clock for the guest room, to make folks feel welcome:
Does anyone know the origin story of this ice cream truck?
If you haven’t heard, divorce rings are becoming…a thing, proving once again that no human milestone…however brutal…can’t be commodified.
Nice…
This has come up on a few favorite blogs now…
Exquisite.
Ghostly beautiful…
An amazing collaboration between Salvador Dali and Elsa Schiaparelli, circa 1938:
And Jesus rides in on a unicorn to save the day…
Marie Antoinette’s royal beauty regimen was far less time consuming after her loss…
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