The 90s Apple Jacks Brand: We Just Like It, So Go To Hell.
We like Apple Jacks and we really don’t give a damn what you think, that was seemingly the 90s Apple Jacks message. It was manufactured Gen X cynicism.
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Is Email Dead? Or More Accurately Will Anyone Read Your Marketing Email?
Remember when Barbara in HR, kept sending around emails with that goddamn floral background? And everyone wanted to know how she was doing it because “it is sooo coool.” Barbara killed email’s coolness, like 20 years ago. If anyone asks, “Is email dead?” Thank Barbara
Super-Lent
I have a rule against talking about politics or religion online which I am apparently not very good at keeping by yammering on about both. And Twitter.
Long Live the Periodically Awesome McRib
If McDonald’s had ever tasked Botticelli with creating a sandwich, it would be the McRib.
Dumb Ghost Stories
Every Halloween we are flooded with excellent tales of ghosts, monsters, and things that make us tremble late at night. This is not one of those.
Future Implications
Local broadcast news organizations are losing viewers to instant news options online, over the top services, and death. So what can be done to save these newscasters?
Viral Marketing Initiatives
Got a plan to make something go viral? Does your plan include tweeting at local rap and sports stars? If it does your plan is terrible.
My Half-Star Obsession
I wanted to ask Walter Cronkite for his autograph but was way too shy so instead I took his car registration and tried to show it off to pick up girls on Sundays at church…
Differentiation
This is a bit of a pizza street fight, well not really, but I am looking at differentiation between two of my fave pizza outfits. One mega, one not mega.
Hark! the Half-Elvis Sings (and How to Properly Cook Bacon)
Bacon is overrated for a good reason; it’s such a beautiful piece of meat that it ascends to an almost mythical station. It can’t live up to, and at the same … Continue reading Hark! the Half-Elvis Sings (and How to Properly Cook Bacon)
The Military School Mixtape
My military school mixtape was an ever-evolving analog account of the music I was obsessed with in the early to mid-90s — what would easily become my favorite decade of Hip-Hop music
Dropping a Duece at 27,000 Feet
A somewhat scatalogical explanation for why I go for aisle seats even though I am petrified of flying
Oh Hello, Orkut
Orkut, the social platform was a nutty potpourri of ahead of its time inventiveness, a massive portion of communality, a pinch of sophomoric amoralism; all chased down with an air of digital exclusivity, and mothered by the, even then, the formable mothership that was Google.