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The new M&M’s commercials in where we see our round candy talking treats trying to run from their own demise on a grocery store conveyer belt. Alas, the red M&M does not escape his fate and we see in the next scene he is in a grocery bag with his friend, the yellow M&M who, it is determined in the dialogue, is not very bright and is, in fact, rather stupid.

Red accepts his fate, knowing that he has been purchased to be eaten.

It is sad seeing him be sent to his death where he will be devoured by humans who know of his deliciousness.

This commercial creeps Squirrel Queen and I out.

An ad apparently from 1926 from The Weybosset Market in Providence from gallianoparfait.

As we are in another depression, I found this to be quite interesting.

I do have one question. What is a halibut cheek?

H/T Vintage Ads

I have been watching and reading about Magpie. I’ve tried to be thoughtful about it but I have to tell you, I don’t think it’s something I would want to do.

Do I want money? Sure I do. Advertise your butt off here if you are so inclined.

However, the idea that some of us have taken small steps to garner some credibility in the blogosphere and on Twitter makes me wonder about Magpie. Yeah, there is a hashtag on it but I still just don’t think this would go with what I do here. It seems a bit disingenious for me to be tweeting about Mabel or democrats in Tennessee and then shilling Colon cleanser or the like.

I am not one of the big boys by any stretch of the imagination, but my Twitterverse is mine. Yes, I do link to my blog on Twitter. However, those of you who know me know what you are getting into because we have that relationship.

Michael Arrington explains:

Advertisers pay on a cost-per-thousand-impression basis, and the ads are promised to be delivered to relevant audiences based on keywords. That means Be-A-Magpie will analyze the content of your Twitter messages to see if there is a match to particular advertisers.

The TechCrunch Twitter account, with 31,000 followers, can earn a whopping €14,410.51 per month, it says.

The service auto-determines the number of ads to insert per legitimate Twitter message – the default is one ad for every five Tweets. The service inserts the ads automatically by storing your Twitter credentials. As for disclosure – well, there really isn’t any. A #magpie hashtag is added to each Tweet, but that’s it.

Advertising. It’s necessary. And the advertising world is changing so quickly that it’s a full-time job just trying to keep up. If you want to really get a feel for what is happening, go to Kurt Varner’s this very second who links to a must read for those of us in advertising. I also know it’s evolving before our very eyes.

Whether you campers know it or not, I’m old school trying to learn new school. As for Magpie, I just don’t think it would work for me as this blog is a labor of love. Twitter has opened an entirely new world to myself and others like me.

To throw the advertising into something very personal of Twitter is just not something I would be comfortable doing.

And you wonder why I’m a poor, starving writer.

This was an ad from Australia during the Beijing Olympics. Photoshop at its best.

From Chicken Crap

I wish that more ads could hit as hard as this one. It’s funny and biting.

And apparently it’s working for Al Franken in Minnesota.

Franken hates puppies. Heh.
H/T Atrios

Absolutely wonderful advertising campaigns from JibJab.

Brilliantly funny and extremely clever.

I like the one with the nose on the cup of coffee and the hair at the bus stop.

Wow.

I know, I know.

I’ve given Shepard Smith crap in the past. (Remember the “ROWR” incident from a couple of weeks ago.) Fox News just gives me the wiggums, quite frankly, but I read this interview with him this morning and I have to say, he sorta made some sense.

I’m not even on Meth Benedryl anymore, although I might have to be if I don’t quite sneezing.

I digress. Here’s what he said:

But [the candidates] are not going to tell us. If you try to get answers from people these days, they turn it around and make you a villain. And I’ve run into this. If a liberal comes on and won’t answer questions and you pound and pound, you’re a right-wing nut. If a conservative comes on and won’t answer questions, you’re a crazy lefty. All you do is alienate people and you don’t get anywhere. If there were a way to make someone answer a freakin’ question, I’d be interested in doing it.

I can’t believe I’m giving credence to Shep Smith (although he did pretty well during Hurricane Katrina.)

Who knew?

But I still don’t want to be “ROWRED” at, and honestly I don’t watch him.

I’m not changing my mind on that one.

Elvis. I’m so very sorry. You know, you were groovy back in the day. Exquisite at times. Beautiful, and a bit odd.

But man…

For the record, I really liked “Your So Square, Baby I Don’t Care” and “Suspicious Minds.” And “Little Less Conversation” just rocks.

Elvis, if you are still alive, please smite the people that did this to you.

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Wow. I have so much to say but this is a pseudo-family blog.

When I say that, I laugh, of course.