Peeps Aflame (Or "The Flaming Peeps")

I dunno. It felt inspired at the time. Damned Peeps in their Pure Sugar Evil sitting on the kitchen counter post-Easter, mocking Easter and Jesus and all that is holy, just asking to be toasted in the flames from whence they came.

Showed them.

Puppies, Kittens, Unicorns and Rainbows

Continuing with today's theme of randomly juxtaposed imagery in greeting cards, I whipped this one up for All The Children of the World^TM. May your day be filled with chocolate and plastic eggs with cash inside.  

Happy Easter (or Your Favorite Pagan Fertility Festival)

Super Saturated Street Scenes - Easter Edition

One of my more random hobbies is Google Street Views. Just drag that little yellow guy onto any map and it's never the same. In this limited edition print, Jesus returns to East Harlem, helping out where he sees need, while somewhere on the other side of the country the militias cry out, "What about our needs, Jesus?"(Click for large.)

I've done my share of virtual travel via Google Street Views.

Fresh Googled Directions in a Light Street Dressing

Met the parents for lunch at a restaurant up in Ormond Beach this past Sunday. Looking up the address on trusty Google Maps revealed this image on "Street View." The skateboarder made it across the street by the time we got there and wasn't able to serve as a landmark. Remember MapQuest? They were once the go-to source, now I don't even THINK of them anymore for directions.

Previously in Google Street Views
The Building Remains The Same
San Francisco Thong Shot

My meal was pretty fine. I had a marinated, center cut pork chop over garlic mashed potatoes, served with an Autumn inspired Granny Smith apple chutney and french green beans. In another restaurant, that would be called a pork chop, mashed potatoes and green beans with a side of applesauce. The writers of this particular menu really favored the term "oak-grilled." We had one of those super-attentive waiters (who went in-depth about the oak wood under the grill) who make you feel like reducing the tip because they're trying so hard. Like, "Damn, dude, were you hovering around the corner with a fresh drink watching for me to swallow the last of this glass? You're scaring me. Can we eat?" I suppose I shouldn't complain about excellent customer service, dying art that it is.

Previously in Copywriting for Food
Fancy St. Louis Lunch vs. Georgia Black Church Supper

It's Friday - It's Good

A photographer takes very nice panoramas that are used in many Wikipedia articles. I suggest you steal some.

If you must crucify yourself, please get a tetanus shot. (Sponsored by Coca-Cola!)

Some clever submissions to Scamp’s “Advertising Haiku” post.

Old driver safety films.

The client who knows it all.

Can the venture capital for social networking sites please dry up now?

I Don't Have an Easter Post

But since it's Good Friday, a day that reminds us of death, I thought I'd share a fun little craft project for the kids that I call "Near Death Experience." Enjoy!

















The afterlife seems pretty fun, doesn’t it?

Many people who have had “near death experiences” tell us that it feels as though they’re traveling through a “long, dark tunnel with a light at the end.” Then they say they see their relatives who died waiting to greet them. They feel all warm and cozy and then someone says, “You must go back.”

Well, why wait until you die to find out what it’s like?
This project is simple and fun!

Instructions:

1. With a pair of scissors, cut a slot near the end of an empty paper towel roll.
2. Insert a picture of your dead grandma, grandpa, aunt, uncle or whoever you know who has died into the slot in the roll.
3. Turn off all the lights and hold the empty paper towel roll to your eye.
4 . Shine the flashlight through the other end.
5. Have your mom or dad say in a loud, low voice “You must go back.”