Tag Archives: advertising

Don’t be a dik.

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Or a Dik Dik as the case may be.

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Ever since I bought Poetry for Neanderthals from Facebook ( which we still haven’t played because Covid has killed game night with friends ) I’ve been getting ads. Some are interesting, some are ridiculous. I think this one falls into the latter category.

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*Note to self… Google Large Cockchafer*

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And while I’m sure having a handful of Slippery Dicks can be delightful, I think I’m probably going to pass on this one.

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I’d like to think my sense of humor is a tad more advanced.

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Though I am blogging about this… so the point might be moot.

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I had to.

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I mean really, how could I not?

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I broke down and ordered a sampler pack of perfume from a French company that takes themselves as seriously as I do. In other words, not at all.

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They embrace the bad reviews of their products and even use them in their advertising campaigns.

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And since I value a sense of humor above all else, I can’t imagine I’ll be disappointed. But don’t for a minute think is a gimmick. They don’t exactly give their stuff away.

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I Am Trash is one of their most popular fragrances. A revolting name, but an interesting idea.

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The ultimate in recycling. And as long as stray dogs don’t start following me down the street? It should be fun trying.

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I’ve plugged a lot of things into my computer, but never a tuna.

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This has got to be the most bizarre cat toy ever.

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And while I have to admit plugging a fish into my computer does hold a certain attraction….

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I think it’s safe to say the minute that fish started flapping Lord Dudley would run for the hills.

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But damn, look how joyful it made this particular feline.

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Should we further contemplate why this cat is so deliriously happy to have a vibrating tuna on his lap?

I think not.

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Of sarcasm and gutters.

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This store has my name written all over it.

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My husband would tell you we don’t need any more sarcasm here, but I beg to differ.

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And maybe that’s what was wrong with this month…. I didn’t make it my bitch.

Snow, rain, freeze, ice, melt, repeat.

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And by repeat…. I mean I keep repeating fix the damn gutter! to my husband so I don’t have to listen to this all day long.

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And in case you’re wondering what kind of weather we have in Maine?

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That sums it up nicely.

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Random Christmas things that made me laugh.

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Cats rule.

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Thank you kitty, I’ve always hated that elf.

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Ah, Facebook. Why your algorithms think I’m in constant need of this product is a mystery I fear I’ll never solve.

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On the bright side, packing for that trip won’t take as long this year.

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Yes Karen… He’s talking to you.

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Chicken Godzilla. Rampaging through a Christmas village near you…

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It’s 2020…. kiss your visions of sugarplums goodbye.

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Because some things are best left unexplored.

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Facebook ads. They’re never ending and annoying and I pay them very little mind.

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Yes, I like Hint water… but don’t need to see daily videos.

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And yes, those are some sweet shades I could easily see myself rocking next summer, but they don’t need to join the other 15 pairs I never wear in my junk drawer.

While I realize these ads are targeted to me specifically based on algorithms of my search history, every once in a while they surprise me.

As this one did the other day:

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Not being in possession of a pair, I assure you I have never actively searched for ball wash.

Trust me on this.

Of course since it popped up, I had to click. For research/ blog fodder purposes only you understand.

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Don’t be whack, GIVE A SACK.

There’s an ad slogan designed to burrow deep into your frontal cortex.

And while I admit I chortled over this, I’m not chortling now. Because you know what happens when you click on a Facebook ball wash product ad?

This:

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And this:

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I am now being inundated with less than helpful product placement.

Man meat.

What have I done!

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Pandemic humor.

 

Because someone has to laugh, and it might as well be you.

 

 

Ya gotta love Madison Avenue….

Simple ads are always the best.

 

 

As was I.

So where is it?

 

 

I don’t have any personal experience with this, but I can see their point.

 

 

Well those don’t look at all bunion friendly.

 

 

Now why didn’t I think of that?

 

 

As good an explanation as any.

 

 

Because cleanliness is so important.

Things that make me say WTH?

 

Stupid products….

Keeping the American economy strong for decades.

 

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The Crunch Cup. So you can drink your morning cereal…

 

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Most important meal of the day? Maybe.

But you should know my husband’s cardiologist (the top rated man at the largest and best hospital in our state) said breakfast cereal is a top contributor to obesity and diabetes in this country. He won’t even allow it in his house.

So no cereal sippy cups for us.

 

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Toaster bags.

 

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Now I don’t know about you, but the day I’m too lazy to butter my bread?

I’ll just hang it up for good and take to my bed with a case of Patron.

 

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No, this is not an iPhone ball delivery system for playing catch with Fido.

 

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Pooch Selfies.

Kill me now.

 

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Okay…. I can almost see the attraction here.

 

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And while this may look a little odd?

 

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The Guzzle Buddy has my name written all over it.

But this?

 

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This is a bridge too far.

 

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No.

Just… no.

 

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I don’t know about you?

But a hydrated ass is the least of my worries right now.