To be able to say "Noggle," you first must be able to say "Nah."
I mentioned two weeks ago about how a post about Civ IV appeared on my Facebook Memories feed.
Last night, I found an ad for it in a comic book that also has ads for Age of Empires III and other video games.
Were video games the last things along with movies and television shows to advertise in comics? I’ll have a definitive answer for the state of the industry in 2019 sometime in 2022, when the comic books of 2019 are marked a dollar somewhere.
The Bank of Missouri has a series of ads with bankers inserted into various situations to illustrate that they’re more than bankers. They’re part of your community or something. One depicts a banker holding a fire hose along with the firefighters. So I’m not sure if it’s supposed to be all metaphor or not.
But this one spoke to me:
The banker is not awarding the kid first base for a walk. The banker is reminding the kid to go to first base.
Friends, with the young ones, this is often the case.
As I mentioned, I coached a little league team for a season, and I was the loud coach. I cheered for all the boys, and I shouted instructions all the time.
One of the most common instructions was “Run, run, run!” which I shouted when the batter made contact with the ball. Otherwise, the youngsters were prone to gape in wonder at what they’d done and to get thrown out or tagged out easily.
Hey, I know the feeling. I had the same reaction the first time I made contact with the ball in a league softball game. Although I was nineteen at the time. And this occurred a couple of minutes before I took a fly ball to the face resulting in an ambulance ride and my getting thrown out of the league because I was an injury risk. But just so.
My second most-shouted instruction was “Get it! Get it! Get it!” when an opposing batter made contact with the ball. Because they would often stand agape at that turn of events as well.
I don’t know how many of those kids benefited from my volume, but if none of them did, I must attribute it to the fact that I did not wear a suit with a green tie that is visible from space. Clearly, I was not taking it seriously. Why should they?
An ad for a smoothie shows a woman throwing a round kick (or a whip/hook kick, depending upon the way she swung her leg) way above her head:
I don’t know who she would kick that would be that tall. Zdeno Chara, the 6′ 9″ defenseman for the Boston Bruins?
One of the knocks on tae kwon do is that its focus on forms and pretty kicks doesn’t have real-world applications. However, kicks like this do demonstrate flexibility and body control which come in handy when you kick like that a little lower.
Full disclosure: The school where I study martial arts blends tae kwon do kicking in with other martial arts. And although I can round kick head high, I cannot round kick (or whip/hook kick) Zdeno Chara in the head.
An ad on my Facebook feed makes an assertion that country music science does not support.
The ad:
The study that refutes it:
Why this ad appeared on my Facebook feed, though, I have no idea. One would expect with all the data that Facebook harvests from me that they would know we don’t host many gatherings here at Nogglestead.
We still have blue and orange disposable cups from my oldest child’s fifth birthday party, almost eight years ago. The bags are gone, though, so I could not tell you if they were Solo or Hefty in nature.
My youngest son has been taking piano for a couple of years, and his teacher has just put him onto "Für Elise" by Beethoven.
When he plays, I cannot help but sing along.
What, you don’t think there are lyrics to the song?
Translated from the original German, of course.
LinkedIn thinks, based on my profile, that rapper Triple Nitti and I might know each other.
Well, as a software tester, I, too, often tell uncomfortable truth to power using rhyme and vulgar language. So we’ve got that going for us.
How a breakfast cereal can help you show the bowfingers better is beyond me.
For some reason, I got this ad on Facebook the other day:
“You know you’ve been eying those shoes.” Um, to be honest, the only time I really notice women’s shoes is when they’re featured on Dustbury.
I realize this is an ad for an insurance company, but I’m not sure why it thought I would like to treat myself to a pair of pink high heels.
Bud Light is brewed for friends, football, and Packers fans.
Packers fans do not drink Bud Light.
Or perhaps it is a slam against the Packers fans, since the inclusion of Packers fans in the list might indicate that the copywriter thought that that particular class was not included in friends or football.
But you really cannot get more insulting than showing me a Bud Light ad anyway, particularly the offshoots of the “Dilly, dilly” nonsense where it’s brewed for the many, not the discriminating few. Some ad agency needs to be fired over that.
Here’s the new Sam’s Club eyewear ad that Facebook is presenting me because I am squinting in all of it surrepetitious photographs it takes of me in my natural surroundings to better serve me with relevant and interesting advertisements. Little does Facebook know, I only do this to look tough. And, well, to sharpen things up a little bit because I’m probably do for a LASIK touch-up after fourteen years.
But back to the advertisement:
Where have I seen that guy before? Oh, yeah, Revenge of the Nerds:
I spent much of my youth and thousands of dollars in LASIK surgery trying to escape that look, thanks.
Although, on the other hand, Lewis did get the girl, and the actor Robert Carradine has ridden the look and the nerd schtick even into the modern day with the game show The King of the Nerds (and by modern day, I mean a couple years ago, where the ads for this television show heavily populate the comic books I’m reading from that era).
On Monday, my son and I had a little time to kill before a meeting, so we stopped in at a small grocery store in Republic, hoping to use the bathroom and to pick up a couple of things that were on the whiteboard on the refrigerator as things to pick up at the grocery.
Strangely, the store had neither orzo or Advil gel caps in stock, so I stopped at the service desk and bought a couple lottery tickets. I explained to my son, who balked because buying lottery tickets was a waste of money since you have no chance to win, that the difference between no chance with no tickets and an infinitesimal chance because you have one lottery ticket is completely different (left unsaid that buying a second ticket, now that is a waste of money). Also, I explained to him the important rule that, if you use the bathroom in a business, you have to buy something.
Suddenly, Facebook is showing me Missouri Lottery ads.
This is very interesting timing, especially since:
So how did Facebook know I bought lottery tickets this week? Science! Of some dark sort. Or luck.
I haven’t checked the numbers yet because I’m lazy about that sort of thing, not the sort of person to watch them as they’re announced on television.
But Facebook has not started showing me ads for really expensive things, so that probably indicates that I didn’t win. Again.
I have no idea what an Axis Strength Trainer is, but I can tell the models in the Facebook advertisement are using it incorrectly.
If you’re smiling when you’re using a piece of physical fitness equipment, you’re doing it wrong.
Also, if you can have a conversation on your cellular phone when you’re working out, you’re not doing it correctly (although shouting quips to passersby is apparently okay in my completely arbitrary life rules, but note that my previous post is about how I do 5Ks, not how they should be done).
Also, kudos to Facebook for either figuring out how to thwart the ad blocker I have installed or for partnering with them to ensure that the informative, helpful ads I really want to see to mock appear in my news feed instead of posts from my friends. To be honest, it sort of beats the previous method, where the posts appeared briefly and then disappeared instantly, like data-driven Tyler Durden stills in my news feed instead of posts from my friends. Also, kudos for the algorithm that determines I really want to see political posts with opposing view points from friends I have not interacted with in years instead of more relevant posts or most recent posts.
A hearing aid add asks, “Are you wanting to upgrade your current hearing aids?” and adds, “There’s no better time than now!”
Over a picture of a family on a speedboat.
I am no audiologist, but I think it might be a better time to upgrade your hearing aids when you’re at an audiologist’s office.
This is what happens when your low-budget ad shop has already purchased a piece of stock art and needs to use it.
In case you’re wondering, I don’t have hearing aids (yet) to upgrade, but I’m thinking about getting some so I can listen to heavy metal even louder.
Apparently written by thirteen-year-olds.
For the record, $100,000 in utility bills, specifically electric bills, would take, what, thirty years if solar reduced my bill to absolutely zero and. Of course, the cost of installation and maintenance of said unproven systems would extend that thirty years by a, what, decade or so? So I think this claim might be a little, erm, speculative.
Oh, and add more onto it for the interest if you go $0 down.
From today’s junk mail:
This is the most aggressive Incentive Program to hit the St. Louis Market and it’s only available to 1997-2002 Model Year vehicle owners in your area. Any customer trading in a 1997-2002 GM vehicle on a like or upgraded 2004 Buick, Pontiac, or GMC will receive 100% of the factory full base model MSRP when new, less a reasonable deduction for mileage and wear!
Perhaps I try to read things too logically, but:
From my junk mail folder this afternoon:
Gaaaah! My imagination is burning!
Kudos to the non-geek marketing types who composed the marketing letter for The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, wherein the first lines are:
Human Space Colonies in the 21st Century?
The Viking Orbiter and the Mars Rover have brought us one step closer.
Whyever would a serious student of the space program focus on the Viking Orbiters when the program included two landers of its own. In the nineteen-by God-seventies?
I suspect the person who wrote the copy just didn’t know.
…. as you type instructions into the edit box and watch as the submissive Web model does exactly what you type. Have it your way, any way you want it.
Oh, yeah, slowly…lay an egg.
What did you expect from SubservientChicken.com? (Note: Not Mozilla friendly.)
(Link seen on Snopes.)
As a recovering amateur eBay seller, I can appreciate this seller’s forthright listing:
Final Notice and Disclaimer: I know nothing about these stuffed Beanie Babies. I offer no proof of anything. It is a stuffed animal, get over it! I don’t think my ex-wife was in the Black Market Beanie Trade..but then again, I didn’t know she was having an affair either! Thus no gauruntees! All have theior little Heart Shaped tags on their ears.
Ants – Armidillo
Almond – Bear
Knuckles – Pig
Humphrey – Camel
Tiptoe – Rat (I must have picked this one)
Pig – Zodiac Pic (huh?)
Chipper- Chipmunk or Squirrel (Not Sure)
Neon – Sea Horse or Sea Serpent
Goatee- Goat
Prickles – Hedge Hog
Steg – Dinosaur (Stegasaurus I guess)
Manny – Mannatee
Paul – Walrus (Hey I get that joke..koo-koo-ka-choo)
Rabbit- Rabbit (Zodiac Critter)
Sheets – Ghost
Rainbow – Lizard (cameleon?)
Batty- Bat
Peanut – Elephant (comes in a plastic see-thru box)
Britannia – Bear with British Flag
Germania – Bear with German Flag
Eucalyptus – Koala Bear
Web – Spider (I must have picked all the ugly ones!)
Beak – Kiwi Bird?
Scaly – Komodo Dragon or other lizard..not sure!
Mystic – Unicorn
Nuts – Squirrel
(Not Pictured) Mickey Mouse in Hockey Uniform
ALL OF THEM HAVE THEIR LITTLE HEARTS TAG ON THE EARS!
The valuable beanies here are Steg (dinosaur), Humphrey(camel), web (spider) and peanut (elephant). They are worth considerably more if they have the red heart hang tags and if the tags are in good shape – no creases or tears. If you wouldn’t mind giving me more info on those. Also, if you added more info to the auction I’m sure you could get more $$ for your tools!
To answer her question: I looked and to the best of my looking at them all. None of the ones she mentioned have any torn tags or creased tags. In fact NONE of the little critters have messed up tags. People have been telling me these critters are worth alot of money. I know nothing about them, and told you everything you need to know up in the description. I make no claims on value, and to be honest. I am amazed anyine pays more then a dollar a piece for these things. What happened to collecting STAMPS? Pay what you want for them! IT ALL GOES TO HOMEDEPOT !!!!!! and BEER!
To sell counterfeits of a trademarked item wold make you a common criminal. Are you being honest? If so, cancel the auction, relist the common beanies, and send the rest for authentication. It would be well worth it financially and would make you honest. Taisha
Winning bid was $860. Better than I ever did, even any single auction in the great Playboy Job of 2000.
(Link seen on Pejmanesque.)
John Kass of the Chicago Tribune contrasts the current commercials of submarine sandwich chains (registration required).
Compare:
The commercial starts off with two guys holding toasted subs.
“One guy asks, `What? You don’t like it? Were you raised by wolves?’
“The other guy has a far-away look in his eyes. Then there’s a flashback, and he’s in business attire, suckling at a grown she-wolf, fighting off other wolf cubs, the only thing is, he’s not a wolf. He’s a guy, in business attire, suckling on a wolf.”
We stood there, silently pondering the image, trying to figure out why wolf milk might inspire a guy to buy a sub.
Contrast:
This one involves a tense fellow who dresses in a cheerleader outfit, and swishes his pompoms in the middle of his driveway, with the neighbors watching, including the neighbor with the video camera.
In the commercial, the cross-dresser tells his terrified daughter not to worry, that although he’s “been bad,” he had the special sandwich. He’s absolved himself with a sub.
Makes me want to order pizza, too.