tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52871592024-03-13T11:20:14.667-04:00My Lazy LiverOur new mission. To have fun with old ads, and look at America in years past.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.comBlogger234125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-7798237092405134232009-02-19T21:53:00.003-05:002017-12-21T18:38:39.454-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY9T5_lrVlcgqT3CybEmr7J6iniLcSl4ptzt_CFsp-4XXuidYlV9AOR8tzyJTRU2In0CLhQ9S0zCK1psWxCzUkgmEVgCEKbtKw3lh1kXD8EpDy7EJyMIsJ9a88l2GwG5I_xYpR/s1600-h/Lysol+1940.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304708750566473442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY9T5_lrVlcgqT3CybEmr7J6iniLcSl4ptzt_CFsp-4XXuidYlV9AOR8tzyJTRU2In0CLhQ9S0zCK1psWxCzUkgmEVgCEKbtKw3lh1kXD8EpDy7EJyMIsJ9a88l2GwG5I_xYpR/s320/Lysol+1940.png" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 148px;" /></a>The 40s had to be a truly scary time for a woman. How can I make fun of an ad that reads like this? "Romance is all bound up with feminine daintiness. Even the most loving husband may find it difficult to forget - or forgive- a wife's carelessness, or ignorance, about intimate personal cleanliness. That's why so many women use 'Lysol' regularly." No wonder our grandparents were sometimes so screwed up!<br />
And yes. Lysol used to be used.. "down there".Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-40689447033528534002009-02-13T21:35:00.000-05:002009-02-13T21:36:36.150-05:00This is insanely disturbing on many levels, but OH, I love it so.<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FgfzdgWgEZ4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FgfzdgWgEZ4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-9706113603907581542009-02-08T14:06:00.004-05:002009-02-08T14:37:35.583-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgotBhJz00yHAaz1H4tk_lV1zu83YLsTgNobyapm42-HSfo79L0Jhmfk5EUtHfcVTgAYuTElETnXLbga_bM25bQVhI6RkjPx0OnJkX_rjpOYpIH9mANsAsotQzpHg67Vo0OmJoZ/s1600-h/skinless+weiners.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgotBhJz00yHAaz1H4tk_lV1zu83YLsTgNobyapm42-HSfo79L0Jhmfk5EUtHfcVTgAYuTElETnXLbga_bM25bQVhI6RkjPx0OnJkX_rjpOYpIH9mANsAsotQzpHg67Vo0OmJoZ/s320/skinless+weiners.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300507106334951586" border="0" /></a><br />Look, mom! Wait. What the hell are those other things on the plate? Yes. The height of food technology. Skinless Weiners. Skinless weiners and weird round things, and long things wrapped in red. Ick. Would it be appropriate to feed skinless weiners to a hairless cat? And what, pray tell, actually held them together? That's probably a question that's best left unanswered.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-90259208789315479252009-02-04T23:16:00.002-05:002009-02-04T23:19:20.648-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ9hUS8zSCFpIw0MHi1R1elYXRIXS-1sNEibMyelrj50RwbTDrrfuTb63gG3NAUZw9ezYMXVff1Vnt4uLOfk8aFRtiTZTQL_cYHMecteTNrfwZV0xQNudvL4GN-TqTccJ8yNCY/s1600-h/DSCF3231.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ9hUS8zSCFpIw0MHi1R1elYXRIXS-1sNEibMyelrj50RwbTDrrfuTb63gG3NAUZw9ezYMXVff1Vnt4uLOfk8aFRtiTZTQL_cYHMecteTNrfwZV0xQNudvL4GN-TqTccJ8yNCY/s320/DSCF3231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299162912074547106" border="0" /></a><br />Oh! It's been too long. I'm so sorry! So for today, it's short and sweet. From May, 1967.<br /><br />Sadly, that ad is all too true. Hello, bailout!Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-52402606471451550492009-01-21T08:15:00.003-05:002009-01-21T08:19:36.043-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrtfb8GKjYJhaag9WVvcRWVO3Ko5piT3tmu2Axj-4fdnHfHaHaMCOf005M97jsNe25WSwpA4pvQDdulRNROXSPTRC4xkxMwlluJsjQH0_9js8yylfS637pc0uKHUuT5S2igDqX/s1600-h/staydry+marked.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrtfb8GKjYJhaag9WVvcRWVO3Ko5piT3tmu2Axj-4fdnHfHaHaMCOf005M97jsNe25WSwpA4pvQDdulRNROXSPTRC4xkxMwlluJsjQH0_9js8yylfS637pc0uKHUuT5S2igDqX/s320/staydry+marked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293735424066896258" border="0" /></a><br />Oh, for the love of.... really? PANTIES? This poor child. I hope he was paid handsomely for this. Being known as the "Staydry panties" boy, can be awfully damaging!<br />Bonus-- even in 62, the zip code system wasn't in place, so it still has that old timey addressey feel!Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-19688665900322458192009-01-18T21:25:00.003-05:002009-01-18T21:31:06.571-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPf6_BJmv-_y7CEAdyWxw379RjPiwiXIv6XqZeyn8_d-zKrKjKjN9eNLh0M-A8YQVzjVCmWVhSgptEL4enKtdMUPZPsQ_l_tgIN1LXPopfCXcIgnKS04u677f5b0MfIQGO9le7/s1600-h/Fitch's+1940.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPf6_BJmv-_y7CEAdyWxw379RjPiwiXIv6XqZeyn8_d-zKrKjKjN9eNLh0M-A8YQVzjVCmWVhSgptEL4enKtdMUPZPsQ_l_tgIN1LXPopfCXcIgnKS04u677f5b0MfIQGO9le7/s320/Fitch's+1940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292825601335045570" border="0" /></a>No! No! This will never do! Our A.D.D. generation will never make it through that story! Make it simple! Make it snappy! I have to admit, when I see these ads with the mini novel attached, I sometimes wonder how that approach would work with newer products. I doubt the form will ever make a comeback. Now it's buy, buy buy! buy now! Buy quickly! 25 cents off! Limited time!! Special offer! No C.O.D.s!Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-3111342834258644912009-01-16T18:59:00.002-05:002009-01-16T19:17:06.640-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIBoktDVOgO8xLTK1ojbxuEhFYgnOdHzb1sq4ejTsh2fYOsrq_0yq7R1z7p429CViz17ABkxZSDuzb6y0kArKptA7qvN2wBJByfwUGHdyuaWvNjRgxNgDUt23onCLh-6P-lj0a/s1600-h/ludens+1946.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIBoktDVOgO8xLTK1ojbxuEhFYgnOdHzb1sq4ejTsh2fYOsrq_0yq7R1z7p429CViz17ABkxZSDuzb6y0kArKptA7qvN2wBJByfwUGHdyuaWvNjRgxNgDUt23onCLh-6P-lj0a/s320/ludens+1946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292045900668434722" border="0" /></a><br />AARGH! Who doesn't hate "Sandpaper Throat"? I DO! I've got it! I hate being sick! Yuck! I wish I could shop for medicine that was this easy to choose. Sandpaper throat? Yep. Got it. The closest we get now is the "nighttime sniffling sneezing stuffy head so you can get your rest medicine". Back in 1946, it was all so simple! I guess this approach didn't necessarily catch on, or I'm sure we would have heard of hose nose, faucet eyes, and gravel lips.<br />By the way, some of us really DO look like that when we feel miserable, too. Waaah!Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-43362244373449328092009-01-12T07:33:00.003-05:002009-01-12T07:39:42.678-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdaSuqnct58pQiTpAEk99rT7PreLWY3unkzKZ_ih519RuzIsNLg37Gk1Bh4V2MZo-ZD4sXNB82zY3La8bqabaoKxEzOMGZSOEPhd-pPmRnqTve96bRX2IttfNDM5b5CJ22YkGt/s1600-h/Zonitors+1940.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdaSuqnct58pQiTpAEk99rT7PreLWY3unkzKZ_ih519RuzIsNLg37Gk1Bh4V2MZo-ZD4sXNB82zY3La8bqabaoKxEzOMGZSOEPhd-pPmRnqTve96bRX2IttfNDM5b5CJ22YkGt/s320/Zonitors+1940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290384627705447730" border="0" /></a><br />Going back to 1940 for a moment, I found out how to get continuous action in feminine hygiene. ZONITORS! As best as I can tell, this stuff hung around in one from or another until at least the late 50s. Overall, the 40s seemed like an interesting and experimental time in feminine hygiene. From Lysol feminine hygiene (yes, it existed!) to this, all sorts of methods were tried. To quote from the ad- <span style="font-weight: bold;">these dainty, snow-white suppositories spread a greaseless, protective coating... Non-caustic, contain no poison.</span> Poison. POISON! Poison was a problem in feminine hygiene? AH! Yeah, just hand me those new Tampax, would ya? BTW, when was the last time anyone used the word caustic. Epecially "down there"?Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-42464034650755918472009-01-09T08:25:00.002-05:002009-01-09T08:33:26.844-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgegpmXfpkhe8BlrUW2aAzmzWGjRmJJ-bI0d4eCfEHtgSfcE9wOgy3yUDWek0U0uYhVjcjH7fDvYMMC-lFlPkWNm5n4bZNIh6xQ-BlRJkZypm6Ll_Ui5tenJ2uQQr_KECSYP5ft/s1600-h/Pazo+42.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgegpmXfpkhe8BlrUW2aAzmzWGjRmJJ-bI0d4eCfEHtgSfcE9wOgy3yUDWek0U0uYhVjcjH7fDvYMMC-lFlPkWNm5n4bZNIh6xQ-BlRJkZypm6Ll_Ui5tenJ2uQQr_KECSYP5ft/s320/Pazo+42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289284909190576210" border="0" /></a><br />AGH! The torture of simple piles! From 1942 we dig up this little gem. Before we talked about everything in it's simple clinical form, we had great little euphemisms. For those unaware, "piles" are hemorrhoids. For those brave enough to read the text of the ad, let me give you a glimpse of how awful those things can be. According to the ad, Pazo "lubricates hardened, dry parts."<br />And the best part of all? If you don't want to use suppositories, simply use their "pile pipe" to put the Pazo where it needs to go! Now that we don't use the term piles, what would you call the applicator? The hemorrhoid heaver? The butt .. er... yeah...<br />For what it's worth, if I had those things, I'd probably look as bad as that woman does at the top. I, too, would be thankful for relief from pain!<br />A quick google leads me to believe the ointment is now available by prescription only. Must be good stuff!Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-56956610008679017992009-01-07T19:58:00.003-05:002009-01-07T20:10:49.880-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic3Vzby04so7yl7TucK9JfvAzNAn-nZrOL1P7bU8njRJcWIJITIQ-OY3gOxqmOoM2w4_XF1DmswZ3IAEpRJ9ebm2g7dMM84IBLNTQm2fe8DIc5-oE4xDQm0N0Owm5K5DwyabzV/s1600-h/taylor+wine.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic3Vzby04so7yl7TucK9JfvAzNAn-nZrOL1P7bU8njRJcWIJITIQ-OY3gOxqmOoM2w4_XF1DmswZ3IAEpRJ9ebm2g7dMM84IBLNTQm2fe8DIc5-oE4xDQm0N0Owm5K5DwyabzV/s320/taylor+wine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288722090167861890" border="0" /></a>MMMMMM!!!! What could possibly go better with a burger than... ummm wine?<br />Speaking as a non drinker... I mean.. really? No. You're joshin' me, right?Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-61936357576966029342009-01-05T20:19:00.003-05:002009-01-05T20:26:21.024-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjckVp_hWo9fRwyxFrKOtW6ghbMJjqAXx2KYGqqmOQ9NlY7qWJ67-qb_v26PYMJtS1WGKPvooZHReOuXhxb2uKe1CUeU8Prvphfjko6UNO0Q6m5frJ6TD_oALguKUqRhswTCqRM/s1600-h/1963+butterworth.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjckVp_hWo9fRwyxFrKOtW6ghbMJjqAXx2KYGqqmOQ9NlY7qWJ67-qb_v26PYMJtS1WGKPvooZHReOuXhxb2uKe1CUeU8Prvphfjko6UNO0Q6m5frJ6TD_oALguKUqRhswTCqRM/s320/1963+butterworth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287984770014262146" border="0" /></a><br />Mrs. Butterworth. Remember her? She's the syrup I grew up with. Just dig that crazy lady shaped bottle! Funny thing about Mrs. Butterworth. About 40 years ago, 1963 to be exact, her syrup had actual maple syrup in it! 2% to be exact, but that's not bad! As far as I can tell, even then it was mostly sugar, leading off with 80% sugar syrup and 14% corn syrup. Throw in some water, salt, and other goodies, and you've got a damn fine product there, yesiree. Compare that with the modern formula.<br /><br />High Fructose Corn Syrup, Corn Syrup, Water, Salt, Cellulose Gum, Molasses, Potassium Sorbate (Preservative) Sodium Hexametaphosphate, Citric Acid, Caramel Color, Natural and Artificial Flavors.<br /><br />Hm. We seem to have lost the actual syrup in our maple syrup! Gotta love America!Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-86851741282191489372009-01-03T17:51:00.003-05:002009-01-03T17:54:47.058-05:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J3GycJmEwr4&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J3GycJmEwr4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Now really, aren't nut biting squirrels always funny? From my little stash of great commercials comes this gem from Trident. Really quite amusing for a gum, I must say. I have to admit, I'd have liked to have been in the room when that idea was being pitched. How do you find any way to connect carnivorous squirrels and sugarless gum? I guess that's why they're there, and I'm here, eh?Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-83896830524122992292009-01-02T13:28:00.003-05:002009-01-02T13:33:53.214-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2oufgZ_juRJWSDpE2hXbhHuEPOkBAk8Ac8rwq3JdwwcpbbWBnnyaFj28As4M2iLRPd3wbcXS-5awNfipjfrZDrg5HdpCfxxqWwC7ZyK_V0yDhd1EWwgw9FOq5K4iieY5Mpx64/s1600-h/Tampax+62.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2oufgZ_juRJWSDpE2hXbhHuEPOkBAk8Ac8rwq3JdwwcpbbWBnnyaFj28As4M2iLRPd3wbcXS-5awNfipjfrZDrg5HdpCfxxqWwC7ZyK_V0yDhd1EWwgw9FOq5K4iieY5Mpx64/s320/Tampax+62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286765339522723826" border="0" /></a><br />The horror. The horror. Since I skipped New Years Day, I thought I would start the new year the next day on a rather extraordinary note. I have a rather strong stomach, but even I had to go "EEWWWWW" after reading what this ad had to say. I mean, why wouldn't a girl want to swim at that time of the------OH! Ick! Ick! Ick! Ick! Ick!<br />Click on the picture for a larger version. To add insult to injury, in the little box, the last item is "no odor". I guess there's something to be said for the soft sell.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-42060133136870357062008-12-31T15:28:00.002-05:002008-12-31T15:37:29.422-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtKpF2tpjojQx8ix665apCYcWTFVxSrp8g1a6aU-kuvaSnR6pHNQrEjptgnQDBbknWsc_Pjtnc0Vb9_KXGZWSFGdT8_jRWpyimFjHlBDTBts8tAsPGM0zzK1mNPXA4rG8x-Gq2/s1600-h/Waldorf+1940.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtKpF2tpjojQx8ix665apCYcWTFVxSrp8g1a6aU-kuvaSnR6pHNQrEjptgnQDBbknWsc_Pjtnc0Vb9_KXGZWSFGdT8_jRWpyimFjHlBDTBts8tAsPGM0zzK1mNPXA4rG8x-Gq2/s320/Waldorf+1940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286054656883792338" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Oh my. Oh my oh my! I worked long and hard to find the proper note upon which to end the year. After browsing, perusing, and studying my current collection, I decided on this little gem. The Waldorf is long gone, even though Scott is still around. What that would seem to mean is that the recommendation of a toilet paper by a child too young to use it just doesn't work. I am a bit concerned about this ad for a number of reasons, though. This child appears to be making a great effort to recommend this product to his mother. Had he taken the time to potty train himself? How long has he been talking? Are his parents about to be sued for child neglect? <span style="font-style: italic;">I'm telling you, Mother- It's Wonderful! Mother? Mother! Listen to me, damn you! This toilet paper is wonderful! Don't you see? Look as I wipe my little bottom! Mother! Look here, mother!Blast!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>Hm. Apparently all talking babies sound like Stewie Griffin. Whoda thunkit?<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></span>Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-81884392452152110602008-12-30T12:50:00.002-05:002008-12-30T13:02:24.725-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT8lNYJ98YRsJMa3fwP_oBjsVFOs4tQDo9zcjyAo7Rrj4CttoxzF0Sc5YLM3xW3_EKaO1uUAS5lEkADFoMBIEPtsvYlzKXAq6ErPFArcQom_tC36k9gzsaixYuzdQZvAqzoLvv/s1600-h/Lifebuoy+42.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT8lNYJ98YRsJMa3fwP_oBjsVFOs4tQDo9zcjyAo7Rrj4CttoxzF0Sc5YLM3xW3_EKaO1uUAS5lEkADFoMBIEPtsvYlzKXAq6ErPFArcQom_tC36k9gzsaixYuzdQZvAqzoLvv/s320/Lifebuoy+42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285642409283821730" border="0" /></a><br />Are <span style="font-weight: bold;">you </span>ready? I'll bet you not only didn't know about this daily jury, I'll bet you weren't aware of those pesky B.O. issues, either!<br />This ad raises several questions for me. Who was it that ultimately intimated to Betty that she had these B.O. issues? Is she aware that her aroma is the talk of the town? Will she go for the man who could go for her in a big way now that she doesn't stink? <br />Find out for yourself! Lifebuoy, believe it or not, is actually available from a limited number of online outlets. Try it and see if your B.O. is knocked out. Don't be guilty of B.O. Yeah. You won't find taglines like that anymore, kids. That's a long way from Zestfully clean, I'll tell ya what!Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-56616952840815087972008-12-29T07:36:00.002-05:002008-12-29T07:41:44.212-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxko4j5z_B3zE2-_lC-KluXUf3GzzXwQPnhYSo_sh_tRD5VmOKtblHcX7k3Sqq_F_DnH6ZWyRCGxne9HoxOvZj_qeD0QUibSzi6k29CccrGQYM4214aPZIUIclEVMNBNnSX1eP/s1600-h/lazy+liver.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxko4j5z_B3zE2-_lC-KluXUf3GzzXwQPnhYSo_sh_tRD5VmOKtblHcX7k3Sqq_F_DnH6ZWyRCGxne9HoxOvZj_qeD0QUibSzi6k29CccrGQYM4214aPZIUIclEVMNBNnSX1eP/s320/lazy+liver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285190009386189602" border="0" /></a><br />Curses! How on earth can I reinvent this blog, and then completely ignore one of the ads that served as my inspiration?<br /><br />One of my favorite types of ads are those that go to great lengths to explain your illness away. Back in '42, people were cursed with lazy livers! Get that bile function going, people! Put those bowels in high gear!<br /><br />I've never known anyone to be diagnosed with lazy liver, nor do I expect anyone to be. Maybe old Dr. Edwards ideas never caught on. If they had, we'd surely have heard about other ailments such as lazy pancreas, bitchy spleen, or upset colon.<br /><br />Anyway, that ad was my inspiration for this site. I think it is a great example of vintage advertising, and really just quite silly.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-29922170532409332792008-12-28T14:35:00.005-05:002008-12-28T14:53:07.185-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAueYq1KhlCGcWHosATdzkoOg0OksZeGiMxVPO-iDyMguwGIQT_7N2htEI2HY7Sspgo0-HAfIxHn1ejxvQ8FGrHZjOVhiyOGJdqLrTxcjJBw_x6G2B356vs47qHrOmh6jOq26-/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAueYq1KhlCGcWHosATdzkoOg0OksZeGiMxVPO-iDyMguwGIQT_7N2htEI2HY7Sspgo0-HAfIxHn1ejxvQ8FGrHZjOVhiyOGJdqLrTxcjJBw_x6G2B356vs47qHrOmh6jOq26-/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284930224483027442" border="0" /></a><br />What better way to end 2008 than to choose a new direction? That direction will be geared towards vintage ads. I'm not spinnin' the tunes at FHB anymore, and I have this wonderful space just sitting here. Let's get to it!<br /><br />So here is an interesting start. From 1942 we have Bon Ami cleanser. Their little chickie mascot is cute enough, and has gone a long way towards keeping this brand around.<br />There is something terribly terribly wrong with this picture, though. The woman doing the cleaning is raving about how much she loves Bon Ami, and look who she's talking to. Her friend who stands idly by doing her nails while her friend toils to scrub daddy's sweat stains out of the tub. She may be openly raving about how wonderful the cleanser is, but the look on her face says it all. Once she's done, she's going to stab her friend to death with that emery board, and then clean up the mess with Bon Ami!Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-30924405910472612962007-09-30T14:32:00.001-04:002007-09-30T14:32:54.639-04:00<div id="testResultInfo"><br /> <h1><!--t-->Your Score<!--/t-->: <span>Ravenous Brain</span></h1><br /> <h2>Your brains craves 58 % Exploration, 68 % Affiliation, 64 % Recreation and 66 % Sensation</h2><br /> <div id="testResultInfoImg"><img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/users/794/98/7940984242625040737/mt1022753460.jpg"></div> <br /> <p><br /> Congratulations for attaining such a rare score!<br> <br /><br><br />We have determined that you have a <b>Ravenous Brain</b>. When it comes to craving stimulation your brain just can't get enough. It takes a little extra for you to feel content in all four dimensions because your brain wants it all. In fact there are some days where it can be difficult for your brain to feel fully stimulated. <br /><br><br><br />Above Average Systems: Exploration, Affiliation, Recreation & Sensation<br><br /><br><br /><b>Exploration</b><br><br />Our Exploration system helps us to organize our searching and learning behaviors. If you are trying to look for an object or new information then the Exploration system is helping you out. When it gets properly stimulated then you will feel emotions such as curiosity and inquisitiveness.<br /><br><br><br /><b>Affiliation</b><br><br />Our Affiliation system helps us to organize our bonding and connecting behaviors. If you are strengthening your relationship with someone then your Affiliation system is helping you out. When it gets properly stimulated you will feel that you are loved and that you belong.<br /><br><br><br /><b>Recreation</b><br><br />Our Recreation system helps us to organize our playing, joking and goofing around behaviors. Whenever you are trying to play a game or let go from the stresses of the day your Recreation system is helping you out. When it gets properly activated you feel a sense of relaxed jubilation and carefree optimism.<br /><br><br><br /><b>Sensation</b><br><br />Our Sensation system helps us to organize our sexual arousal and pleasure seeking behaviors. This is one of the smoothest running systems in the brain, easily capable of fading in the background as it operates. When it gets properly activated your can feel the chemistry between yourself and another person.<br /><br><br><br />Secondary System: None<br /><br><br> Thank you for taking this test. You have the chance to scroll down to near the bottom of this page and give it a positive rating. Even one positive vote helps.<br /> </p><br /></div><br /><br /><table cellpadding=20><tr><td><!--t-->Link: <a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/2372698953513041575/Optimal-Stimulation'>The Optimal Stimulation Test</a> written by <a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=alexandertru'>alexandertru</a> on <a href='http://www.okcupid.com'>OkCupid Free Online Dating</a>, home of the <a href='http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test'>The Dating Persona Test<!--/t--></a></td></tr></table>Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-52895196374845878702007-09-03T20:41:00.000-04:002007-09-03T20:42:26.478-04:00The flickr gods cometh.<br /><br />Wow. I haven't been inspired to blog for a while... but maybe tonight is the night. ehh.. naah... I'll wait a bit. I think I'd rather have the thoughts composed.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-88052304510968569672007-02-15T11:46:00.000-05:002007-02-15T11:47:25.915-05:00Short N Sweet.<br />n fun too!<br /><br /><br /><table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'><tr><td></td><td> You scored as <b>Psychology</b>. You should be a Psychology major!<br><br><table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'><tr><td><p><font face='Arial' size='1'>Psychology</font></p></td><td><table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='92' bgcolor='#dddddd'><tr><td></td></tr></table></td><td><font face='Arial' size='1'>92%</font></td></tr><tr><td><p><font face='Arial' size='1'>Engineering</font></p></td><td><table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'><tr><td></td></tr></table></td><td><font face='Arial' size='1'>83%</font></td></tr><tr><td><p><font face='Arial' size='1'>Sociology</font></p></td><td><table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'><tr><td></td></tr></table></td><td><font face='Arial' size='1'>75%</font></td></tr><tr><td><p><font face='Arial' size='1'>Mathematics</font></p></td><td><table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'><tr><td></td></tr></table></td><td><font face='Arial' size='1'>67%</font></td></tr><tr><td><p><font face='Arial' size='1'>Linguistics</font></p></td><td><table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'><tr><td></td></tr></table></td><td><font face='Arial' size='1'>67%</font></td></tr><tr><td><p><font face='Arial' size='1'>Anthropology</font></p></td><td><table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'><tr><td></td></tr></table></td><td><font face='Arial' size='1'>67%</font></td></tr><tr><td><p><font face='Arial' size='1'>Chemistry</font></p></td><td><table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'><tr><td></td></tr></table></td><td><font face='Arial' size='1'>58%</font></td></tr><tr><td><p><font face='Arial' size='1'>Theater</font></p></td><td><table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'><tr><td></td></tr></table></td><td><font face='Arial' size='1'>58%</font></td></tr><tr><td><p><font face='Arial' size='1'>Philosophy</font></p></td><td><table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'><tr><td></td></tr></table></td><td><font face='Arial' size='1'>58%</font></td></tr><tr><td><p><font face='Arial' size='1'>Art</font></p></td><td><table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'><tr><td></td></tr></table></td><td><font face='Arial' size='1'>58%</font></td></tr><tr><td><p><font face='Arial' size='1'>English</font></p></td><td><table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'><tr><td></td></tr></table></td><td><font face='Arial' size='1'>50%</font></td></tr><tr><td><p><font face='Arial' size='1'>Journalism</font></p></td><td><table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'><tr><td></td></tr></table></td><td><font face='Arial' size='1'>50%</font></td></tr><tr><td><p><font face='Arial' size='1'>Dance</font></p></td><td><table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'><tr><td></td></tr></table></td><td><font face='Arial' size='1'>42%</font></td></tr><tr><td><p><font face='Arial' size='1'>Biology</font></p></td><td><table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'><tr><td></td></tr></table></td><td><font face='Arial' size='1'>33%</font></td></tr></td></tr></table><br><a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=119158'>What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!<3)</a><br><font face='Arial' size='1'>created with <a href='http://quizfarm.com'>QuizFarm.com</a></font></table>Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-1162257498630404592006-10-30T20:16:00.000-05:002006-11-13T19:06:34.422-05:00The internets continue to evolve and change in strange and mysterious ways...<br /><br />Youtube is a phenomenon. So much so that Google bought 'em. Google tried google video, but Youtube did it faster and better.<br /><br />It's funny how the same concept is handled by X number of parties, but only a few really take off. E-mail is a good example. Lycos, Excite, Yahoo, Hotmail are some of the old standbys. Of the 4, Yahoo is probably the biggest and most successful.<br /><br />Random thought Monday..Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-1151110254238312662006-06-23T20:45:00.000-04:002006-11-13T19:06:34.267-05:00Maybe it's age. Maybe it's cynism. Maybe it's both. <br /><br />I am just finding as I get older that it is increasingly difficult to keep my mouth shut when stupidity stares me in the face. Unfortunately, with the internet and forums galore, not only does stupidity stare me in the face, but it sticks its tongue up my nose as well. Bleah.<br /><br />Case #1. I just switched my cel service from Cingular to Sprint. I found a cool board called sprintusers.com. Cool in the fact that people talk about all things Sprint. Uncool in that many users are extraordinarily stupid with way too much time and money on their hands. The majority of people seem to think Sprint is the devil and are determined to get something for nothing. Other people blame every single problem they have on Sprint. Still others are completely clueless, creating threads like "Should I go to Sprint?"<br /><br />Yeah, dumb shit. Figure it out. How lazy must you be to just post on a board instead of doing any actual research?<br /><br />Of course that's just the tip of the iceberg. Our country is getting MUCH worse WAY too fast. <br />Quiz-- how much has congress voted itself in raises since it raised the minimum wage to 5.15/hr? 30 GRAND a year. Yep. They can't seem to find it in their hearts to make sure people are paid a living wage, but by god, they make sure to take care of themselves!<br /><br />here in Indiana (Yes, I know I didn't capitalize. I'm on a roll. Fuck it.) I saw a state rep car with a #30 license plate. I'm sure they are coded, and I'd like to find out who it is. It was a nice new shiny Pontiac Solstice. Nice to know where my tax dollars are going.<br /><br />But don't get me started..Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-1144868008444241592006-04-12T14:52:00.000-04:002006-11-13T19:06:34.192-05:00Wow. It's been so long since I've posted, I nearly forgot my login information!<br /><br /><br />Update for those interested.. my activity with WFHB is near nil. Well, at nil, actually. Maybe under new guidance I'll set foot in there. <br /><br />In the future I hope to find a way to host and share some old sounds I've collected over the years. Specifically odd and random tunes from old Dr. Demento shows and a lot of Neil Rogers bits from my days in Florida.<br /><br />More to come!Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-1133747112544303492005-12-04T20:40:00.000-05:002006-11-13T19:06:34.121-05:00Yowza, yowza, yowza!<br />It's another playlist! From 12-2-05 1-3am on WFHB! Here are the tunes that tickled me that morning..<br /><br />Twink --- Monkeyshines<br />The Fiery Furnaces --- My Dog Was Lost But Now He's Found<br />Negativland --- Over the hiccups<br />Don Bowman --- Dear Fred<br />Face to Face --- Sunny Side of the Street<br />Sweet --- Fox on the Run<br />Electrocute --- Venus Fly Trap<br />Blink 182 --- I Miss You<br />A Band of Bees --- Chicken Payback<br />William Shatner --- Ideal Woman<br />Boy With a Fish --- Boxers<br />George Michael --- Freedom 90<br />Gorillaz --- Last Living Souls<br />Fatboy Slim --- The Joker<br />Prince --- Cream<br />Jtiom --- Bloated Floater<br />The Creatures --- Standing There<br />The Beatles --- She Said She Said<br />Ultravox --- Vienna<br />Robbie Fulks --- Godfrey<br />That 1 Guy --- Birds<br />Adrian Belew --- The Lone Rhinocerous<br />Bebe --- Que Nadie Me Levante La Vos<br />Falco --- Rock Me Amadeus<br />Romeo Void --- Never Say Never<br />Love & Rockets --- So Alive<br />Fun Boy Three w/Bananarama --- It ain't what you do (it's the way that you do it)<br />Devo --- Peek a boo<br />Yes --- I've Seen All Good People<br />Cake --- Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps<br />Stevie Wonder --- Superstition<br />Ringo Starr --- Oh My My<br />Quincy Jones & Bill Cosby Jive DenAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287159.post-1133624160930483962005-12-03T10:27:00.000-05:002006-11-13T19:06:34.027-05:00Playlist for 11-18-05 3-6 am WFHB<br />A Band of Bees --- The Russian<br />The Cubby Creatures --- Wallet<br />Rusell Wolff --- Nipple<br />Rip Slyme --- Five Fishes<br />Franz Ferdinand --- Evil and a Heathen<br />Polyphonic Spree --- Hold Me Now<br />David Bowie --- I'm Afraid of Americans<br />Adrian Belew --- Big Electric Cat<br />The English Beat --- Mirror in the Bathroom<br />Quincy Jones/Bill Cosby --- Along Came Mister Nobody (Ursula 1000 remix)<br />The Cure --- Close to Me<br />Alice Cooper & the Bee Gees --- Because<br />TMBG --- Damn Good Times<br />Ok Go --- a million ways<br />Electrocute --- Venus Fly Trap<br />Falter Bramnk --- Blind Circle<br />William Shatner --- Common People<br />Frank Zappa --- Be in my Video<br />That 1 Guy --- One<br />Barenaked Ladies --- Who Needs Sleep?<br />Triplets of Belleville --- Belleville Rendez Vous<br />Elvis Costello --- Couldn't Call it Unexpected No. 4<br />Fatboy Slim --- Payback<br />The Fiery Furnaces --- My Dog Was Lost But Now He's Found<br />Ben Folds --- Zak and Sara<br />Young Fresh Fellows --- Black Betty<br />Big Fish Ensemble --- I Am Woman<br />Falco --- Rock me Amadeus<br />Squirrel Nut Zippers --- Trou Macacq<br />Fleetwood Mac --- Tusk<br />Paul McCartney --- Helen Wheels<br /><br />And the last hour was some good old time radio...Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408145568476548494noreply@blogger.com0