Tatad’s rockin’ the vote



I’ve discovered the mecca of lame-ass banner ads, rockthevote.ca

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“Rock the Vote encourages young people to create positive social and political change in their lives and communities through awareness and action.” However, before you can do all that, you must get pierced and pissed off. In that order.

When are we going to treat youth with respect and dignity?

Not until we hit rock bottom. According to the comment spam Darren Little kindly left today, rockthevote just signed a deal with Tatad. Tatad connects those offering permanent advertising space on their bodies to companies/organisations willing to pay for that space. Darren malfunctions during the day as Tatad’s CEO and amazingly, the dude can sleep at night. Good for him.

Thankfully, rockthevote.ca is hardly a force in Canada. Generally, we only see the US spillover from the .com and you’ll find that if you compare the two. The majority of the Canadian content is pure lip service.

We have a more thoughtful organisation called “Rush The Vote” which seems to actually care about youth action in Canada and its strong connections to global human rights, art, environment and community.

Still, that doesn’t mean I want to see “Rush The Vote” inked permanently on any kid’s skin… or a Liberal party logo.

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When words kill…



Sitting in a meeting this week discussing a summer project in which teens are the customary victims of our marketing love, I hear these words: “we’d like to euthanize this event”.

I think poor kids, but sure… them, this event and you too!

Of course the word intended is youthanize, a neologism to add to the list, just like impactful or synergize. Impactful is the one that makes me cringe the most, I can’t stand that word. In my copywriting days in radio, my boss would use it every day to coach me and describe the right approach to writing radio spots. Aurgh!

My favourite definition of neologism is #2, from Merriam-Webster:

Main Entry: ne·ol·o·gism
Function: noun
1 : a new word, usage, or expression
2 : a word coined by a psychotic that is meaningless except to the      coiner

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Your future husband is a nudist cult doctor!



I have a new obsession with these novelty cards… as seen in a penny arcade machine, circa 1935.

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Your future wife is here.

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I’m never going to Florida. Ever.



No big loss, what’s there anyway? A soulless “community” of Disneyfied zombies living in Celebration, Jeb Bush (I’ll come back to him), the angry Christians who tried to save me in Pensacola and a gazillion Canadian tourists. As a Canadian, when I go away I’d like to get away from Canadians. No offense my fellow canucks, you know I love you the best.

No, the real reason I’m never going to Florida is this headline I just read this morning: “Florida eyes allowing residents to open fire whenever they see threat“.

The bill would give Florida residents the right to open fire against anyone they perceive as a threat in public, instead of having to try to avoid a conflict as under prevailing law.

To quote that intellectual giant Jeb Bush, it is “a good, commonsense, anti-crime issue”.

One time I was in Orlando on a Disney bus going from some god forsaken area of the park to another and the people just stared at my labret like the anti-christ had risen. They openly discussed their perception of my disgustingness.

These days they’d just shoot me.

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I ate a boy sandwich



Shaved turkey, pickles and mustard on brown – that’s a boy sandwich.

Tomato, lettuce and swiss cheese on brown – that’s a girl sandwich.

Anything mustardy, dilly, beefy, saurkrauty, horseradishy, peppery, BBQy, sloppy joey or meatbally are for boy sandwiches.

Anything cheesy, tomatoey, eggy, grilled chickeny, avocadoey, leafy greeny, sprouty or eggplanty are for girl sandwiches.

Anybody know the rules, can I still be a feminist and think this way?

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