The week before Christmas and most everyone in Adland has one foot out the door. Our communications ignore the present, opting to relive the past or predict the future. We get lists and final thoughts. Predictions and projections. Things get pretty random and Twitter-like. It is like a box of chocolates… Oh fuck it, here’s mine:

The holiday advertising for Lexus invokes all of the 7 Deadly Sins: wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy, and gluttony.


Satan’s sleigh

I am not sure why but I found the Occupy movement almost as irritating as reality TV.

Santa knows how to rock a beard. You don’t.

Women should not call other women “dude.”

It may have worked for MacGyver but fear is seldom a catalyst for creativity.

Relentless transparency. You heard it here first.

The most egregious holiday advertising cliché is reworking Christmas carols into jingles.

Smart phones are terrific but wear a watch.

For every Tim Tebow there’s a Charlie Sheen.


“Tebowing, duh!”

I cannot imagine any one of the Republican candidates prevailing in the Presidential election, partly because of what happens when I do imagine any one of them prevailing.

For every CP&B a Mcgarrybowen.

Given the never-ending debate on God, how come no one ever debates the equally abstract, faith driven concept of Love?

Losing feels worse than winning feels good.

The Simpson’s TV show is like pizza. Even when it’s bad it’s still pretty good.

If advertising as we know it is dying, here’s hoping the undead version will be stronger than ever…


Storytelling never dies!

Speaking of the undead, this will not be my last post of the year. What else am I gonna do while everybody’s drinking?


Must…have…content…

For all its awesomeness, the advent of social media has ruined at least one thing (albeit minor) I used to love: the end-of-the-year list.

There was always something highly addictive about reading my favorite columnist’s top (and especially bottom!) ten choices in music, movies, books and the like. Not anymore. Mostly because I don’t have a favorite newspaper or magazine columnist. And that’s mostly because I don’t have a favorite magazine or newspaper. Not anymore. Now I rip through websites, blogs and magazines like some sort of content zombie. I still get off on lists but not nearly as much as BTI (Before The Internet).

Besides, now I tend to aggregate the results. I look for patterns and tendencies as opposed to details and specifics. I learned this behavior from the web. Take the website Rotten Tomatoes, for example. Here you can peruse countless reviews for any given movie as well as get the cumulative score on its greatness or lacking there of. Big deal you say. Actually it is. Not only has social media diminished the power and value of any one critic it has also made critics out of us all. Reread that last sentence. I’ve emboldened it for you! It is no doubt the most important one in this essay. Thanks to Twitter, Facebook, MySpace, WordPress, Blogspot and countless other entities everyone, and I mean everyone, is now a critic. Therefore, I don’t think end-of-the-year lists are all that interesting, unless, of course, one analyses them for patterns and tendencies!

Reflect for a moment…Remember when you actually gave a shit what Roger Ebert thought about a movie? Or Richard Corliss? Or Rolling Stone? Who? What?

Exactly. Which brings me to my final point and it is not a little one: We have all become a focus group. God help us.

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