we all knew there was some subliminal message under that goody-two-shoe song. so THIS is what it really is… an axe-grinding deathmetal growling preach of a, er, wonderful world?
“anything is possible when your man smells like old spice, not a lady.” PRICELESS. we thought the previous old spice flex ad was funny, but boy, did they knock themselves out on this one. this, is what a frigin ad should be: engaging, entertaining and sticks in our heads. not some super-strategized-micro-analyzed hard sell act that’s dull, cheesy, self conscious and booooooooooring all rolled into one.
sorry, we digress. look, i’m on a horse.
if you haven’t listened to the brilliant go album by jónsi, shame on you. after the hypnotizing work with sigur rós – and less than hypnotizing side project with partner alex – this solo record brings back that otherworldly soundscape we’ve grown to love so much, with some mind-numbing twist thrown in for… who knows what for. but get this, jónsi sings in… english! even more surprising is, after being so used to sigur rós’ hopelandic/gobbledigook language that no one (yet strangely, everyone) understands, we didn’t even notice the sudden lingua leap. perhaps it’s the way he’s perfected music-writing to the point where he’s not a singer anymore: he’s become an instrument that complements and completes the arrangement. in fact, you’d probably find yourself unable to make out ANY english words as he sings.
and strangely, you won’t find that a problem at all.
AND to top it off this bloke sean stiegemeier conducted the perfect marriage, putting the track kolniður to his amazingly shot icelandic volcanoes. sorry we’ve to stop here, our drool is short-circuiting the keyboard…
no one even remembers when casio’s g-shock was launched. yeah, it’s been that long. but hey, not only did it survive as a hockey puck, its cool factor also managed to weather the test of time (sic). this technicolor-on-ecstasy Man Box edition is a rainbow’s dream come true. it’s nice, happy and LOUD. in a good way. thank god, coz the metallic colored range before this almost made us puke.
amazing! the whole tri(lego)logy told in 2 minutes and 13 seconds. FTW.
so adrian ng finally threw in the towel and bade farewell to bates141. in case you’re still squinting, yeah, he’s actually nowhere in the pic above (hey there’s a bevy of lasses, need we even explain the choice of pic? hello?) anyway if you do miss him we’re pretty sure there’s plenty on facebook albums and you can always holler… he’ll be bumming for awhile apparently. oh yeah, they also sent out this vid as the invite for the drinkies… eerily accurate characterization according to some…
hmm is this gonna shift the drunkards, sorry we meant malt appreciators, from the cozy finnegan’s midval to, er, next door where these boozeworms are trying to recreate the successful formula they cracked at the curve? not that the bates bargain hunters haven’t been shamelessly sneaking off to spaghetti grill every other day anyway, heh. we shall, hic, see.
tx to beryl and some others for sharing some of bates tvc work, old and/or new (more to come). we’ll be highlighting them in the reel section soon, but all the same we’ll dig out some random ones for a peek from time to time since it appears that even the agency’s own staff don’t seem to know what work it produces. this one’s for an f&n dance competition.
thanks to kulturpop for highlighting our new hero, big river man. over fifty, overweight, drinks like a fish and capable of eating a horse (no kidding, he actually eats horse burgers), how does one explain the big-hearted-big-bellied martin strel’s amazing swimming feats in the world’s longest – deadliest even – rivers? we salute you, mr strel. we LOVE you. if 100 plus ever needed an “outdo yourself” role model, this guy is DA MAN. or perhaps gab would suit him nicely too.
they’ve done it again. while some still won’t admit falling for the gmail paper prank in 2007 (not to mention the other april fool’s day stunts they pulled off every year) no doubt everyone kept their eyes peeled as the clock sighed its last seconds away at 2359hrs on march 31st. true enough, as of 1am (central daylight time) april 1st, the google name on it homepage was replaced by topeka. yeah, frigin topeka as in frigin topeka, frigin kansas, no shit. LOL.
okay, for the ones who sleep most of their waking lives, some time this year the mayor of topeka (yup the capital of u.s. state kansas) announced his city’s name change to google. that’s right boyos: google, kansas. why? why frigin not, right? well, apparently the gesture was in line with their his bid for topeka, sorry, google, to be chosen by google to try out some uber fast (like 100 times faster fast) fiber optics broadband network.
so in honor of that, and in a move not unlike john travolta and nicholas cage in face off, google’s candy-colored facade suddenly spelled topeka to all unsuspecting surfers. hey, after all the said mayor himself said: “don’t be fooled. even google recognizes that all roads lead to kansas, not just yellow brick ones.”
no shit. you go, mayor.
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