Stouffer’s Redefines the Nuclear Family
I ran across this ad in a Family Circle magazine (was reading it at my Grandma’s house):
Better call Mike Sorrentino, because we have a situation on our hands:
New Ad for Summer’s Eve is Bringing Vintage Sexism Back
Samsung is apparently close friends with Bill Gates and Steve Jobs’ younger, Bill-Gates-doppleganger brother, Bill Jobs.
Summer’s Eve’s latest ad for feminine hygiene products is making its rounds on the internets, awkwardly connecting the dots between vaginal cleanliness and getting more money at work:
Facebook’s Not-So-Subtle, Subtle Take on Foursquare
Pizza Hut decided to take a page out of KFC’s Double Down book and offer something for the American in all of us.
Apparently Facebook is beginning to roll out Facebook Places—their new location-based service that allows anyone to check themselves, and any of their friends, into anywhere. Sound familiar? Yeah, it’s Facebook Foursquare. But, competition is good for the consumer. I couldn’t care less that they want a piece of the Foursquare chalk. What I do find interesting, however, is the logo they created for it:
It’s time we take beer selection back to the basics.
Jerry Hodak Has a 100% Chance of Retiring
One of the more convincing pieces of spam I’ve received. It got me to read it twice and log into my Chase account, just to be sure.
The Death of a Greek God
He’s choosing to walk away during the Autumnal Equinox—the first day of fall—after helping metro Detroiters plan their days, nights, weekends and vacations by predicting the weather for 45 years. His calm, steadfast delivery of the forecast always made the weather seem better than it really was, even during the worst of storms. I guess that’s why they called him “The Chief”.
Winter in Detroit is going to be extra bitter this year.
Before July 23rd, I knew that there was one person in this world, other than my own mother, that cared more for my health and well-being more than his golf game or vacation time.
Before July 23rd, I don’t think I’ve ever been shocked by the results of a Google search. I usually know what I’m looking for, or have a general idea of what I might find.
Before July 23rd, the Greeks had their gods, and I had mine: a pediatrician named Dr. George J. Kouskoulas.
It takes a man to be a father.