If it's true, I hope he nails 'em.
One of the joys of spec creative - not getting the account, then seeing your idea implemented by someone else. Grrrr.
Goetz claims he sent a written proposal to an American Express executive on July 30, 2004, with the slogan in bold letters. American Express says the Ogilvy agency developed the campaign, which was introduced in November 2004, prior to that.
Goetz claims that he filed a 'My Life, My Card' trademark application with the patent office on September 8. American Express says it, independently, applied a week later to use 'My life. My card.'
Media Buyer Planner :: American Express Sued For Stealing 'My Life. My Card.'
July 29, 2005
It was bound to happen.
Good for a quick laugh - a counterpoint to the wildly successful anti-terrorism We're Not Afraid web site.
I Am Fucking Terrified
(via foundontheweb.org)
Good for a quick laugh - a counterpoint to the wildly successful anti-terrorism We're Not Afraid web site.
I Am Fucking Terrified
(via foundontheweb.org)
It's Don Marquis' b'day today.
I've always loved Archy and Mehitabel poems.
THEY ARE THE MOST UNLIKELY OF FRIENDS: Archy is a cockroach with the soul of a poet, and Mehitabel is an alley cat with a celebrated past -- she claims she was Cleopatra in a previous life. Together, cockroach and cat are the foundation of one of the most engaging collections of light poetry to come out of the twentieth century.
DonMarquis.com :: Archy and Mehitabel
This one's my favorite: the lesson of the moth
I've always loved Archy and Mehitabel poems.
THEY ARE THE MOST UNLIKELY OF FRIENDS: Archy is a cockroach with the soul of a poet, and Mehitabel is an alley cat with a celebrated past -- she claims she was Cleopatra in a previous life. Together, cockroach and cat are the foundation of one of the most engaging collections of light poetry to come out of the twentieth century.
DonMarquis.com :: Archy and Mehitabel
This one's my favorite: the lesson of the moth
July 28, 2005
I don't know how effective it is
...but I like the colors and simplicity of the new Court TV brand campaign.
Trollback + Company :: Court TV Redesign
...but I like the colors and simplicity of the new Court TV brand campaign.
Trollback + Company :: Court TV Redesign
My favorite Bulwer-Lytton contest winner this year.
Wet leaves stuck to the spinning wagon wheels like feathers to a freshly tarred heretic, reminding those who watched them of the endless movement of the leafy earth-or so they would have, if only those fifteenth-century onlookers had believed that the earth actually rotated, which they didn't, which is why it was heretical to say that it did - and which is the reason why the wagon held a freshly tarred heretic in the first place.
2005 Results
Wet leaves stuck to the spinning wagon wheels like feathers to a freshly tarred heretic, reminding those who watched them of the endless movement of the leafy earth-or so they would have, if only those fifteenth-century onlookers had believed that the earth actually rotated, which they didn't, which is why it was heretical to say that it did - and which is the reason why the wagon held a freshly tarred heretic in the first place.
2005 Results
Broken Flowers
I love Jim Jarmusch movies. I may actually get off my couch and see this in a theatre.
Apple :: Broken Flowers trailer
I love Jim Jarmusch movies. I may actually get off my couch and see this in a theatre.
Apple :: Broken Flowers trailer
FYI - This is a great sale.
I love Garnet Hill. If I wasn't going on vacation, I'd be consoling myself for my lack of vacation with some major purchases. Just as well.
Garnet Hill Sale
p.s. Loads of beautiful flannel sheets, monk. LOADS of them.
I love Garnet Hill. If I wasn't going on vacation, I'd be consoling myself for my lack of vacation with some major purchases. Just as well.
Garnet Hill Sale
p.s. Loads of beautiful flannel sheets, monk. LOADS of them.
July 27, 2005
Be sure to wear safety glasses in case of backfire.
This gun can not stay loaded for a long time. The Mauly 19 loses some of its stored energy due to metal fatigue. Always carry a couple of virgin Mauly 19s.
OfficeGuns :: TEC Maul
(via foundontheweb.org)
This gun can not stay loaded for a long time. The Mauly 19 loses some of its stored energy due to metal fatigue. Always carry a couple of virgin Mauly 19s.
OfficeGuns :: TEC Maul
(via foundontheweb.org)
"Family's dark humor revealed in death notice."
My niece, Jen, sent this to me last week, and I haven't been able to get it out of my head. It's fantastic.
First, the death notice, as it appeared in the newspaper:
On June 3, 2005 at 10:45 p.m. in Memphis, Tenn., Dorothy Gibson Cully, 86, died peacefully, while in the loving care of her two favorite children, Barbara and David. All of her breath leaked out. The mother of four children, grandmother to 11, great-grandmother to nine, devoted wife for 56 years to the late Ralph Chester Cully and a true friend to many, Dot had been active as a volunteer in the Catholic Church and other community charities for much of the past 25 years.
She was born the second child of six in 1919 as Frances Dorothy Gibson, daughter to Kathleen Heard Gibson and Calvin Hooper Gibson, an inventor best known as the first person since the Middle Ages to calculate the arcane lead-to-gold formula. Unable to actually prove this complex theory scientifically, and frustrated by the cruel conspiracy of the so-called "scientific community" working against his efforts, he ultimately stuck his head in a heated gas oven with a golden delicious apple propped in his mouth. Miraculously, the apple was saved for the evening dessert. Calvin was not.
Native Marylanders and longtime Baltimore, Kent Island and Ocean City residents, Ralph and Dot later resided in Lakeland, Fla., and Virginia Beach, Va.. Several years after Ralph's death, Dot moved to Raleigh in 2001, where she lived with her son David.
At the time of her death, Dot was visiting her daughter Carol in Memphis. Carol and her husband, Ron, away from home attending a "very important conference" at a posh Florida resort, rushed home 10 days later after learning of the death. Dot's other children, dutifully at their mother's side helping with the normal last-minute arrangements -- hospice notification, funeral parlor notice, revising the will, etc. -- happily picked up the considerable slack of the absent former heiress.
Dot is warmly remembered as a generous, spiritually strong, resourceful, tolerant and smart woman, who was always ready to help and never judged others or their shortcomings. Dot always found time to knit sweaters, sew quilts and send written notes to the family children, all while working a full-time job, volunteering as Girl Scout leader and donating considerable time to local charities and the neighborhood Catholic Church.
Dot graduated from Eastern High School at 15, worked in Baltimore full time from 1934 to 1979, beginning as a factory worker at Cross & Blackwell and retiring after 30 years as property manager and controller for a Baltimore conglomerate, Housing Engineering Company, all while raising four children, two of who are fairly normal.
An Irishwoman proud of and curious about her heritage, she was a voracious reader of historical novels, particularly those about the glories and trials of Ireland. Dot also loved to travel, her favorite destination being Eire's auld sod, where she dreamed of the magic, mystery and legend of the Emerald Isle.
Dot Cully is survived by her sisters, Ginny Torrico in Virginia, Marian Lee in Florida and Eileen Adams in Baltimore; her brother, Russell Gibson of Fallston, Md.; her children, Barbara Frost of Ocean City, Md., Carol Meroney of Memphis, Tenn., David Cully of Raleigh, N.C. and Stephen Cully of Baltimore, Md. Contributions to the Wake County (N.C.) Hospice Services are welcomed. Opinions about the details of this obit are not, since Mom would have liked it this way.
Then my favorite part of the Chicago Tribune story about it:
As you will see, [David] writes about his sister Carol being away at "a posh Florida resort" while their mother was dying. But Carol's version, he said, is that "Mom was fine when she left her in my and [sister] Barbara's care, and we killed her."
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cstorch@tribune.com
Copyright © 2005, Chicago Tribune
Chicago Tribune :: Family's dark humor revealed in death notice.
My niece, Jen, sent this to me last week, and I haven't been able to get it out of my head. It's fantastic.
First, the death notice, as it appeared in the newspaper:
On June 3, 2005 at 10:45 p.m. in Memphis, Tenn., Dorothy Gibson Cully, 86, died peacefully, while in the loving care of her two favorite children, Barbara and David. All of her breath leaked out. The mother of four children, grandmother to 11, great-grandmother to nine, devoted wife for 56 years to the late Ralph Chester Cully and a true friend to many, Dot had been active as a volunteer in the Catholic Church and other community charities for much of the past 25 years.
She was born the second child of six in 1919 as Frances Dorothy Gibson, daughter to Kathleen Heard Gibson and Calvin Hooper Gibson, an inventor best known as the first person since the Middle Ages to calculate the arcane lead-to-gold formula. Unable to actually prove this complex theory scientifically, and frustrated by the cruel conspiracy of the so-called "scientific community" working against his efforts, he ultimately stuck his head in a heated gas oven with a golden delicious apple propped in his mouth. Miraculously, the apple was saved for the evening dessert. Calvin was not.
Native Marylanders and longtime Baltimore, Kent Island and Ocean City residents, Ralph and Dot later resided in Lakeland, Fla., and Virginia Beach, Va.. Several years after Ralph's death, Dot moved to Raleigh in 2001, where she lived with her son David.
At the time of her death, Dot was visiting her daughter Carol in Memphis. Carol and her husband, Ron, away from home attending a "very important conference" at a posh Florida resort, rushed home 10 days later after learning of the death. Dot's other children, dutifully at their mother's side helping with the normal last-minute arrangements -- hospice notification, funeral parlor notice, revising the will, etc. -- happily picked up the considerable slack of the absent former heiress.
Dot is warmly remembered as a generous, spiritually strong, resourceful, tolerant and smart woman, who was always ready to help and never judged others or their shortcomings. Dot always found time to knit sweaters, sew quilts and send written notes to the family children, all while working a full-time job, volunteering as Girl Scout leader and donating considerable time to local charities and the neighborhood Catholic Church.
Dot graduated from Eastern High School at 15, worked in Baltimore full time from 1934 to 1979, beginning as a factory worker at Cross & Blackwell and retiring after 30 years as property manager and controller for a Baltimore conglomerate, Housing Engineering Company, all while raising four children, two of who are fairly normal.
An Irishwoman proud of and curious about her heritage, she was a voracious reader of historical novels, particularly those about the glories and trials of Ireland. Dot also loved to travel, her favorite destination being Eire's auld sod, where she dreamed of the magic, mystery and legend of the Emerald Isle.
Dot Cully is survived by her sisters, Ginny Torrico in Virginia, Marian Lee in Florida and Eileen Adams in Baltimore; her brother, Russell Gibson of Fallston, Md.; her children, Barbara Frost of Ocean City, Md., Carol Meroney of Memphis, Tenn., David Cully of Raleigh, N.C. and Stephen Cully of Baltimore, Md. Contributions to the Wake County (N.C.) Hospice Services are welcomed. Opinions about the details of this obit are not, since Mom would have liked it this way.
Then my favorite part of the Chicago Tribune story about it:
As you will see, [David] writes about his sister Carol being away at "a posh Florida resort" while their mother was dying. But Carol's version, he said, is that "Mom was fine when she left her in my and [sister] Barbara's care, and we killed her."
----------
cstorch@tribune.com
Copyright © 2005, Chicago Tribune
Chicago Tribune :: Family's dark humor revealed in death notice.
Always good to get the Defamer.com perspective.
Look, when you’ve got $600 million of Passion of the Christ fuck-you money, you can make a black-and-white documentary about nymphomaniac donkeys overdubbed in Klingon if you feel like it. If anything, Mel Gibson’s choice to go Mayan feels a little bit safe.
CNN.com :: New Mel Gibson film to be in Mayan
Look, when you’ve got $600 million of Passion of the Christ fuck-you money, you can make a black-and-white documentary about nymphomaniac donkeys overdubbed in Klingon if you feel like it. If anything, Mel Gibson’s choice to go Mayan feels a little bit safe.
CNN.com :: New Mel Gibson film to be in Mayan
We'll have a new restaurant in the area in September.
Sounds fab.
Yaffa will feature a tapas/mesas menu, traditional entrees with a rotating menu and non-traditional dishes like venison and ostrich. Variety will be key, according to Chitko. Paella, seafood, salads, couscous, rice, spreads and hummus will be on the menu.
OnMilwaukee.com Dining :: Yaffa restaurant to bring exotic flavors to Riverwalk
Sounds fab.
Yaffa will feature a tapas/mesas menu, traditional entrees with a rotating menu and non-traditional dishes like venison and ostrich. Variety will be key, according to Chitko. Paella, seafood, salads, couscous, rice, spreads and hummus will be on the menu.
OnMilwaukee.com Dining :: Yaffa restaurant to bring exotic flavors to Riverwalk
This is so weird.
...the Committee of Advertising Practice declared: “We would advise that the man in the picture should be unattractive — overweight, middle-aged, balding etc.”
The ruling continued: “We consider that the advert is in danger of implying that the drink may bring sexual/social success, because the man in question looks quite attractive and desirable to the girls. If the man was clearly unattractive, we think that this implication would be removed.”
Times Online :: Sorry, girls. The hunks are banned
...the Committee of Advertising Practice declared: “We would advise that the man in the picture should be unattractive — overweight, middle-aged, balding etc.”
The ruling continued: “We consider that the advert is in danger of implying that the drink may bring sexual/social success, because the man in question looks quite attractive and desirable to the girls. If the man was clearly unattractive, we think that this implication would be removed.”
Times Online :: Sorry, girls. The hunks are banned
"Have Some Cannelloni, Tony!"
Various media titles deemed admissable or prohibited by Canadian customs officials.
More than half of the prospective imports were stopped at the border, including 'Teenage Transsexual Nurses 4,' 'What a Pisser,' 'Bi Bi Daddy,' and many works produced by one Tom 'Ropes' McGurk. Included among the admissible titles were 'Have Some Cannelloni, Tony!' and 'Frank and Beans' from the Angry Young Man series, and 'Bondage Ahoy!'
the smoking gun :: Border xxx-ings
Various media titles deemed admissable or prohibited by Canadian customs officials.
More than half of the prospective imports were stopped at the border, including 'Teenage Transsexual Nurses 4,' 'What a Pisser,' 'Bi Bi Daddy,' and many works produced by one Tom 'Ropes' McGurk. Included among the admissible titles were 'Have Some Cannelloni, Tony!' and 'Frank and Beans' from the Angry Young Man series, and 'Bondage Ahoy!'
the smoking gun :: Border xxx-ings
July 26, 2005
This is so Fight Club.
BASEL, Switzerland (Reuters) — Perhaps the oddest piece of work at Art Basel is a bar of soap, displayed on a square of black velvet, purportedly made from Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi's fat, removed during liposuction.
USATODAY.com :: Bar of soap sells for $18,000 at frenzied Art Basel
(again via thinkbacon.blogspot.com)
BASEL, Switzerland (Reuters) — Perhaps the oddest piece of work at Art Basel is a bar of soap, displayed on a square of black velvet, purportedly made from Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi's fat, removed during liposuction.
USATODAY.com :: Bar of soap sells for $18,000 at frenzied Art Basel
(again via thinkbacon.blogspot.com)
For my sci-fi fanatical family.
Technovelgy.com :: Inventions and Ideas from Science Fiction Books and Movies
(via thinkbacon.blogspot.com)
Technovelgy.com :: Inventions and Ideas from Science Fiction Books and Movies
(via thinkbacon.blogspot.com)
My brother rocks.
Inspired by insomnia and my previous post of soup blurbs, my bro, Patrick, sent me this absolute masterpiece.
He calls it 'soup noir.'
What was this? Where did it come from? Just a thermos, no note. Placed carefully in the center of my desk in the middle of the night during the worst storm of the century. Who would bother? It had to be the dame. She saw me hide the key when we left last night. There was no question whether I was going to taste it. A guy like me, in this business, you had to take risks. Eighty years and then a pine box is no reward if those years are spent spineless and simpering like a lost cat. Besides, my olfactory savvy told me this was no gastrological gassing. The voluptuous redolence that filled my office wasn't the by-product of one of my usual low-rent cases. No, this stuff smelled like class. Me and posh ain't lived in the same neighborhood for a long time, but I still drive by from time to time, and this had that dandified feel to it that you don't find in this part of town.
I took a healthy swig.
Yep, it was soup.
He concluded with props to Mickey Spillane.
Inspired by insomnia and my previous post of soup blurbs, my bro, Patrick, sent me this absolute masterpiece.
He calls it 'soup noir.'
What was this? Where did it come from? Just a thermos, no note. Placed carefully in the center of my desk in the middle of the night during the worst storm of the century. Who would bother? It had to be the dame. She saw me hide the key when we left last night. There was no question whether I was going to taste it. A guy like me, in this business, you had to take risks. Eighty years and then a pine box is no reward if those years are spent spineless and simpering like a lost cat. Besides, my olfactory savvy told me this was no gastrological gassing. The voluptuous redolence that filled my office wasn't the by-product of one of my usual low-rent cases. No, this stuff smelled like class. Me and posh ain't lived in the same neighborhood for a long time, but I still drive by from time to time, and this had that dandified feel to it that you don't find in this part of town.
I took a healthy swig.
Yep, it was soup.
He concluded with props to Mickey Spillane.
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