Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Monday, February 08, 2010
We need you to find us a new friend.
All we need is one friend that receives our URL with something interesting and we got them. Just one! Come on, we're nice, we post shit most people like... we just need more people to learn our little spot in internet heaven and bingo.
We're still not expecting to become Julie&Julia famous... but at least get decent numbers so maybe we can get enough advertising dough to pay for the WAS book!
We accept all major share transactions. You can share our URL by email, Facebook, Twitter, StumbleUpon, graffiti, tattoo, connect via Google Readers or suscribe to our RSS feed... anything is ok with us! You can either copy our URL at the top or share any particular post (look for the share button).
Also, if you have a blog and would like to include us in your links, by all means. We can return the favor! Just send us your links either in the comment box to this post or write us at adssuck@gmail.com.
So! Just think of one friend and send us their way. Hey, if you have two or more, go ahead. We do threesomes, foursomes... anything you want. Anything!
Much love. Me.
PS: Internet/Tech guys out there (Hi Bert!) - any ideas on how to get this blog noticed a little bit more? Already tried Google Adwords. Sucked. Need input...
Sunday, February 07, 2010
Saturday, February 06, 2010
Friday, February 05, 2010
Now this is scary...
Business Insider has the best Charts of the Day. For me, it's like crack cocaine. Go to their website daily - of course, after coming to WAS - and see what they are up to. There are some charts that will blow your mind, trust me.
Thursday, February 04, 2010
Please rent Dear Zachary.
I would like to review this documentary, but honestly... I would not do it justice. The only thing I can think of right now is to tell you guys to please, please rent this movie by Netflix or order it through iTunes if you can. Sorry if I didn't give you more information... I'm just too distraught and extremely sad to write more. Hope you watch...
PS: Hey guys and gals out there: if anyone from your past relationships acts weird, follows you, stalks you or your loved ones in any way, either by phone, internet, or just showing up where you live... if any ex just won't let go and keeps wanting to have some kind of relationship where you just don't feel right or normal, keeps wanting desperately to have you in his/her life regardless of the fact that you moved on... run. Please. You never know who you are dealing with, and never know what would happen if some switch goes off the wrong way...
How sad... so sad.
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
"How difficult can it be?"
In life, you are bound to have some things get repeated time and time again. Some you enjoy. Some you don't. Some get you angry. Some sad. But this line, this amazing little line, always frustrates the shit out of me. Today, I heard it again. And it's still a bitch.
How difficult can it be?
People who need anything related to advertising, design, creativity, writing or anything that requires having an iota of talent will utter this crap shit of an expression at some point of their lives. And like the word FUCK, it has different meanings.
Since today I had that epiphany, I will try to resume what this line means, so you young and hopeful people out there who are starting out maybe learn from us tired and angry ad people and live a better life. Who knows. So, let's do this!
How difficult as in "why is this shit so expensive?"
You need to resize a vertical half page ad into banners, websites, full page ads, brochures, flyers, stand up banners, invitations and anything that can be done into paper, basically. You quote 6 hours, knowing full well that it's going to take you longer. Then your bitch ass client calls back. 6 Hours for 15 different pieces at x amount? How difficult can adapting be that you attempt to charge me so damn much? Lord kill me.
How difficult as in "do you really need all that time?"
I need to revise a webpage, they ask. You need to move some items, add new photographs and change a telephone number. Oh and I know I called you today, but I need it for tomorrow, early in the morning. I mean... you really don't need more time than that, right? Satan eat my soul.
How difficult as in "if you quote it and it's expensive, can I do it instead?"
This may apply more to copywriters than anyone else. You see, while clients find it difficult to get Illustrator or Photoshop... there's always a Microsoft Word. Hence, they are copywriters ipso facto. So if they don't have the bucks to write a slogan or maybe a simple radio ad, they will first call you up to see how much you charge and then decide if the task is so simple that they can do it for free themselves. Fucking morons.
How difficult as in "are you a moron designer/creative/writer/producer?"
This I've written time and time again: it doesn't matter how much you studied, where or when. Your clients think they know how to design, write, produce, quote, print or do anything else. So, of course, when you design that turd of an ad (because let's face it, they will hate it regardless), they will send you a shitload amount of changes. And of course, when you logically try to defend some of your wise choices, they will only retort this line so you get the message: how difficult can it be to OBEY and SHUT UP?
So there they are. Learn, young padawans. Maybe there are more, maybe my mind is blocking a clusterfuck of past situations which have traumatized me so damn hard that I refuse to remember. If you have any more alternatives to this line, for the love of God, use the comment box. We need to know that people are reading us! Write back! Anything! Write Mommy loves candy! Whatever... just write.
How difficult can it be?
With love. Me.
Monday, February 01, 2010
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Crashing tiger, Hidden bullshit
No matter how you look at it, the level of what the fuckness of the downward spiral that has become Tiger Woods' public image is a thing to behold. Opinions have been flying back and forth, moral calls have been issued, and verdicts of all types have been called in regards to the life and times of the nine iron cock of ages.
He deserves what he got.
He's a liar.
He's a bad person.
and yes...
He's a Cheetah.
These and countless other nuggets have stemmed from an issue that brings forth dozens of other issues to the forefront. Race, fidelity, the sanctity of matrimony, superstars and the circles they run in, and everyone has cashed in their Tiger dollar just to be part of a debate that will go down in history as one of the most expensive divorces in existence.
Now that the firestorm has passed and we've had some time to think about what we supposedly know about the frenzied sex junkie known as Tiger, we can talk about it a bit more civilized or so I hope.
Like him or hate him, there are three undeniable truths to Tiger Woods.
1.) He put golf on the map and has been a huge help in boosting the prize money of what was already a filthy rich man's sport.
2.) He's pretty much the best golfer we've ever known of, pulling off shots that would make anyone call bullshit if the bastard didn't do it so often.
3.) To be Politically correct... He's unwhite.
So here's the deal, Tiger cheated on his loving and adoring wife, yada yada... The reality is that none of us know how much his wife knew about what he was up to and the whole crash and nine iron through the window to save his ass story just doesn't hold up. Apart from that, we have no idea how well they get along. Why do I bring this up? Simple. Each and every part of this story is based on speculation. Fans swear they know who Tiger is, what his values are and what he's thinking. We don't. No one does and it's just one of the many wonderful illusions people afford themselves since anyone can have an opinion.
Second off, who is anyone to say Tigers actions were immoral or not.
"But he's a cheater!!!!!!!!!!!!"
True, but does that make him morally questionable or does that just make him another average guy? And besides, if we were to let the first person who is morally correct throw the first stone, they wouldn't throw it, because A. it's not worth wasting our time over it. B. it's not our problem. C. That person knows better than to invite controversy in. But the media being the ratings whores they've morphed into blow things out of proportion and people have an excess of opinions and a lack of common sense.
The only thing I can say for sure is that he gave us conversation fodder but that people insist that they are part of the moral majority and spit on him while taking it up the ass from the poolboy or eating out their secretary... well hypochrisy kind of lacks the sting I wish it had, but it does apply.
So Tiger cheated on his wife. And he did it repeated times. Does this affect your life in any way? No. Does your succesful or failed marriage improve or deteriorate because he has a happy go lucky cock? No. But as per usual in America and pretty much the world at large, judgment is cast if only to stray attention away from our own short comings.
To add insult to insult to insult and a bit of injury (in the form of legal fees) Tiger is pretty much being bombarded because he's the black king of a white sport. Love him or hate him, the base definition for Tiger Woods is that he's the best golfer that has ever played. The public and the news are the ones that insist on also adding the racial label and I seriously think it's because we really need to clarify race way too often. It's the 21st century and gender, race and religion should not be labels to market people, but they are. Venus and Serena can't just be superb athletes, they are superb black athletes. Danica Patrick can't just be one of the best NASCAR drivers ever, she's the best woman driver. Yuri Foreman can't just be a great boxer, he's the best Jewish boxer. Name a sport, name a demographic category, select and market your athlete. It's retarded, rude and degrading, but it also happens to be our modus operandi. And in case you want to insist that race has nothing to do with the coverage of the Woods case, feel free to leave a comment and let the debate begin.
Cheers






