It was my magnum opus, or my mia culpa, or whatever that phrase is. Mia cupla I think means my mistake, so possibly depending on your perspective Friday’s post might have been either, or both.
Anyhoo, now armed with an empty inbox and a head full of air, I have no where to go but sideways.
So on Friday we were discussing women and bikes, and women on bikes, and any other combination thereof.
Right around that time I received the following ad from El Corpo Nuevo at Swobo depicting a real live women named Sarah, who rides real-live bikes;
To date, the ad has inspired some real gems such as “her stem’s too long” , and “her arm warmers need to be pulled up” and “are you sure this is the message you want to promote?” as well as an assortment of other comments, all of which were, you’d better sit down for this, made by men.
Again, I’m stupefied, yet sadly not at all surprised by the myopia and general numb-nuttedness displayed by a segment of the Y chromosomed peanut gallery, who clearly have all of the right answers all of the time.
Secondly, because it’s not a static photo of a product (which again, from my perspective has never challenged me as a viewer and potential consumer in the least) it’s caused at least a couple dozen pairs of bunched panties.
So clearly they’re doing something right.
And while the concepts are laid out by El Corpo Nuevo, the real magic happens at the hands of Darren Mahuron;
Anyway both El Corpo Nuevo and Darren made their way into the Bay Area to shoot some photos featuring my considerably better half and myself.
All of the photoshop in the world can’t help in making me presentable, but for Demonika’s part, she operated like a lovely profhessianal;
Will somebody post a comment or send me an email to let me know that hairnets don’t do a very good job of protecting one’s gray matter?
I sure hope so.
But living in the fast paced and fancy free world of a super model was very exciting.
And I saw some of this;
And then some of this;
As a matter of fact, as the days went on, I went from hired talent to gofer and grunt, which made me conclude that they only were ever interested in me for my wife, anyway.
Regardless of Swobo’s motivation, assuredly the images that Darren will end up creating for the ads will be second to none and I look forward to seeing the finished product.
Honestly not much, as pretty much everything I just described has been the last seventy two hours.
As I wrap up today’s marginal effort, I’ll take the opportunity to unveil a product I will have in The Market within the next week.
Now, it’s pretty much common knowledge all of my best ideas are appropriated from the best and brightest of my friends. CD offered me the wildly popular “My 100% Notgivingashit Beats Your 8% Faster“, as well as “I’m Deteriorating Faster Than I Can Lower My Standards” (which I later found out was actually an Anne Lamott quote.)
Apparently CD has found out it actually is possible to bullshit a bullshitter.
But just as I was racking my brain in an attempt at coming up with a new hilarious and timeless catchphrase, damned Snakehawk of Superissimo fame rolls through with one that when compared to my very best work, makes those efforts look like a few gravy dipped monosyllabic grunts.
I knew it had to be immortalized and I knew it had be be honored in such a way that Burt Reynolds, Tom Selleck, and Lee Majors would all respond with nods of quiet approval.
As I said, these will be available in the Black Market Market within fifteen to twenty minutes of their arrival on my doorstep.