Today, NBC rejected an ad proposed by PETA for the Super Bowl. Some of the reasons NBC rejected it were for:
licking pumpkin
touching her breast with her hand while eating broccoli
pumpkin from behind between legs
rubbing pelvic region with pumpkin
screwing herself with broccoli (fuzzy)
asparagus on her lap appearing as if it is ready to be inserted into vagina
licking eggplant
rubbing asparagus on breast
Well, eating vegetables must make you wise to the new digital world as well as sexy. PETA won't have to pay the reported $2.6 million NBC is asking for a Super Bowl commercial. Instead, it will get millions of free hits on YouTube and Action Bob Markle and places like the Huffington Post, where I saw it first.
$2.6 million dollars for an effing 30-second television commercial. People, to me, along with the salaries of the NFL players and coaches who will be showcased this Sunday (and let's not forget that old guy who will be playing at halftime), $2.6 million for a commercial is what's obscene.
Of course, you never see anything obscene or raunchy like sexual innuendos on network television.
And what's even funnier is, I'm not even a big fan of PETA. But I know a good digital marketer when I see one.
Showing posts with label Super Bowl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Super Bowl. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Monday, February 4, 2008
NYG 17 NE 14
I watched pretty much the entire game and enjoyed it for what it was: a great game and a great upset.
Not caught up in the all the Pats hoopla. One thing I learned a while ago: never bet on a horse race when you're not riding the horse.
Not caught up in the all the Pats hoopla. One thing I learned a while ago: never bet on a horse race when you're not riding the horse.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Pats. vs. Giants
Who knows, and who cares.
Someone asked me if I was having a Super Bowl party. I haven't watched the Pats all year, and haven't watched television in about a month. I wouldn't know Teddy Bruschi if he walked into my apartment. I'd probably just figure, big guy, must be delivering something, a refrigerator or washing machine or something.
Same goes for Tom Brady. Good looking boy, dime a dozen. All those white boys look alike to me.
There is something in me that will probably compel me to turn it on for awhile. It's just to be part of the global worldwide party. But I know, I know, I'll have it on for a couple of minutes, and start to get bored real fast. I'm not only not part of the worldwide party, I don't want to be part of it in the first place.
The people I hang out with don't talk sports. We talk music, books, the world. A musician asked me to write some reviews of her music because she says when I write about music it sounds like when you were in high school and you talked about a new album with your friends. I do that. I get so excited hearing new music. And I love to pass it along. One of the best times I've had in recent times was sitting in the basement of one of Sue's coworkers, exchanging CDs to copy, talking about the music.
Someone asked me if I was having a Super Bowl party. I haven't watched the Pats all year, and haven't watched television in about a month. I wouldn't know Teddy Bruschi if he walked into my apartment. I'd probably just figure, big guy, must be delivering something, a refrigerator or washing machine or something.
Same goes for Tom Brady. Good looking boy, dime a dozen. All those white boys look alike to me.
There is something in me that will probably compel me to turn it on for awhile. It's just to be part of the global worldwide party. But I know, I know, I'll have it on for a couple of minutes, and start to get bored real fast. I'm not only not part of the worldwide party, I don't want to be part of it in the first place.
The people I hang out with don't talk sports. We talk music, books, the world. A musician asked me to write some reviews of her music because she says when I write about music it sounds like when you were in high school and you talked about a new album with your friends. I do that. I get so excited hearing new music. And I love to pass it along. One of the best times I've had in recent times was sitting in the basement of one of Sue's coworkers, exchanging CDs to copy, talking about the music.
Monday, February 5, 2007
The Mother of All Tweakers
The word for today is Tweaker. It’s Sue’s word. A tweaker is oatmeal. A tweaker doesn’t rock the boat. A tweaker wears Dockers. A tweaker not only fits in, but wants to fit in. Get ready for the Mother of All Tweakers. Peyton Manning won the Super Bowl.
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