Rest in Tweet.

My fascination with Obituaries just got more…uh, fascinating.  Now there’s the Twituary.  The madness continues!  A tribute to a life well lived in 140 words or less…a copy challenge for sure.

 Tweet , ur ded.

Commercial Free Childhood? Riiiight.

My daughter has her own child now, and when she was little, we had Sesame Street.  No SpongeBob and creepy Burger King Dude.  I would have kept her away from crap like that.  So I was pretty surprised to hear two of my younger colleagues say they thought the latest Burger King spot “Booty is Booty” spot funny and OK for their young son to see.  There’s nothing subtle in the sexual innuendo towards women in this ad. You may think it’s funny now (and I can’t imagine why) but it’s absolutely not a great message to send to kids. Sorry…it just isn’t and Burger King should know better. (I’ve noticed the adjective “creepy” used a LOT in describing Burger King…does this tell anyone anything?)

Then I read about this group, intent on a Commercial Free Childhood for their kids.  Good luck with that, guys.  Corporate Greed will win…they know to get ’em while they’re young. You’ll have better luck teaching parents to turn off the TV…and good luck with that one, too.

You ARE Creepy, Burger King, Creepy, I say!

More sunshine?

Ever worked with THAT client, the one who is the smartest guy in the room and always reminds you he is, who, know matter what you do, when the whole rest of his team loves everything, just won’t let it go…just has to say the last word?

“I have asked around to get feedback and the reviews are mixed. I  was hoping for a more corporate look. I think we should move ahead with it,  add some photos, and have something up and then redesign later. My boss loved it and others thought it was great but I am still not  there. Sorry I don’t have more sunshine for you on this.”

WTF???  More sunshine?   More FUCKING sunshine?

It’s been a Monday.  I’m going home to reload.