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Thursday, February 24, 2005

And Echo with the Sound of Salesmen!

The New Usual, with a stunning carrot comeback.

Monz also wants those members of Pink Floyd who are reading (or in the case of Syd, being read to) to e-mail the editors immediately. Information will be kept under wraps.

Can you feel it in the air? That's the wind of change, our friends. That's Monz' wind. The one that has the power. The power to bridge our grey world with its cold hearts into a brighter world. Ad World. In Ad World, only good companies advertise. If they demand our attention, our faith will be rewarded with a quantum increase in happiness. Take Brian, the Sprint PCS spokesman. When he interrupts the parents-kids soccer game, nobody is upset. Nobody is cynical and thinks that this is just some cold calling ("cold driving" -- he arrives in a multimedia-pimped-up truck) a****** desperate to peddle some unneeded wares for a grovely commission. They cheerfully gather around the truck and pay attention, and Brian rewards them with great savings that will restore family harmony because Sprint (tm) eliminated ugly overages, check it out! Brian will be our friend, witty, kind, protecting (he is some sort of FBI-type). We can put him in the PDA, go out for drinks. If you're a chick, he can fix you up with a friend. If you're a guy, he'll attract a great chick for you and then seemlessly transform himself into wingman. And there won't be any hard feelings because in Ad World only one company is worthy of existance.
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