Apparently FX Network has given “carte blanche” to the creative team behind these ads for the new show Justified. Which are appearing everywhere at the moment. In each instance exclaiming, “this is the new show starring… TIMOTHY OLYPHANT!”
Who? Is that even a marquee name? Because in all the video clips we’ve seen for the show, the main Read the rest of this entry »
Who doesn’t love Ricky Gervais? Garry Shandling, that’s who. As evidenced by this cringe-inducing interview, where the pair uncomfortably trade tales of developing material for television. And then take passive-aggressive swipes at each other.
The whole premise behind the “Ricky Gervais Meets…” series for Channel 4, was having an unscripted meeting between Gervais and the TV comedy greats who influenced him. The reason you’ve never heard of this series before, is because it was aborted after the third episode. An unnamed souce claims that Gervais gave up on the series, because “the Shandling experience put him off for good.”
OK. So what happened? Well, for starters Shandling doesn’t have a high appreciation for Ricky’s comedic sensibility. So he confront Gervais on the racist/homophobic/disability jokes that appear in Read the rest of this entry »
“… With a brand new invention”
You might remember reading about how NASA mounted a “Golden Record” on the side of space probe that was blasted to the far edge of the galaxy. Basically it was a time capsule approach to all sorts of Earth sounds, in the event that an alien race had a phonograph and wanted to hear whalesong. If you’ve seen Star Trek: The Motion Picture or Star Trek IV, then you basically know the whole story.
However, a new video that keeps disappearing online since its January 2010 debut holds similar appeal. In it, freaky Irish identical twins with blonde Kid n’ Play coifs do a mash-up of “Under Pressure” and “Ice Ice Baby,” with MC Hammer backup dancers. All this is framed inside a Missy Elliot type video. And did we mention this whole thing springs from a Simon Cowell hosted reality show?
It’s literally like someone condensed the last three decades into one, singular streaming video. That YouTube hates and takes down every second. Hence, explaining the video quality that hasn’t been seen since aficionados traded dubbed VHS tapes.
Seriously though, this a tough find. Maybe NASA has plans for it…
(UPDATE: The David Cross / Will Arnett pilot Todd Margaret is back up. Veoh this time - link)
YouTube went an disabled our videos for the Increasingly Poor Decisions of Todd Margaret. Which is ironic, given that we first reported on how interesting it was that they only banned UK viewers from seeing it.
But it came down after a bunch of sites like New York Magazine’s Vulture Blog, Warming Glow and /Film all embedded these videos (without crediting LonerBoner) as part of some “breaking news” story on how this David Cross / Will Arnett show has been around for a few months. So the videos got 20,000 hits overnight, broke a new daily record here, and now isn’t on YouTube any longer. So apologies to all those other blogs piggybacking our content, that now have missing videos.
So it looks like IFC were the ones that complained. Which we guess means that IFC will be releasing the show here in the US?
So, in the meantime if you want to see the pilot episode for The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Todd Margaret, you’ll have to do it the old-fashioned way. Torrent or Rapidshare. For now you can grab it here as a 180MB file.
A friend recently summed up the Facebook-era of online activity succinctly, stating “it feels as exciting or thought provocative as watching an episode of Ellen.” Adding the phrase, “it feels like your Mom’s internet.”
In many ways we agree. The whole online experience today feels like a time-wasting trip to the suburban mall. Maybe it’s all the senseless chatter, commercial signage and snapshot voguing that echos the food court environment. Or maybe it’s all the young girls.
That’s the one, great step forward in the social media era. It brought women, younger and older, into the once exclusively male and geek dominated domain of “cyberspace.” For a flash back to how this used to be, five seconds spent on ChatRoulette (link) will show you an anonymous webcam portrait of dudes in dorms, masturbating schlongs 
and more dudes in dorms. In other words, good luck finding women outside of the fluff communities of Facebook, Twitter, online retail and homogenized blogging.
Whereas all this social media stuff is purported to be keeping everyone connected, in reality it’s all just pretending your famous. Facebook / Twitter / et al are only about emulating celebrity culture, with followers tracking your every minute move like stalker fans. It is just ego stroking, borrowing from the culture of tabloid soundbites and newsmagazine fandom. As if everyone in corporate marketing is a rockstar wannabe. There is no real communication going on here. Just people who are sold on the US Magazine / Access Hollywood view of America, and now simulate it being by both groupie and B-list famewhore.
Whereas this publicity environment of constant press-releases used to be the domain of the media, today the situation is brands trying to figure about how to excite all these miniature self-promoters to buzz about their latest product.
It wasn’t always this piss poor. The release of AVATAR has got us thinking of what a pussy time 2010 is. Which is even more depressing, when you where you consider where James Cameron took pop-culture Read the rest of this entry »
At a recent SXSW Interactive 2010 mixer we witnessed the following – people bumping iPhones, exchanging Twitter usernames and buying their own drinks. Which is a polite way of saying a ton of people showed up looking to network on social media paydays, but no one seemed to be cashing in yet. It’s as if everyone was following advice collected from keynote addresses, blogs and whatnot on how to properly socialize in the year 2010. 
It seemed like a hollow charade mixed with peer pressure. As if anyone will be seen as confident players in some Web x.0 freaknik… by iPhoning these newer Twitter IDs instead of swapping older business cards.
Long story short, LonerBoner met a bunch of people who seemed self-employed, freelancing or downright unemployable. Yet all having the idea that they’re movers and shakers in this social media clusterfuck of Tweeting your mobile blog updates to some Facebook page. All these lanyard losers seemed proud of the fact they were dropping money to see the CEO of Twitter. Which is a little questionable, as he’s not a Jim Jones or even Tony Robbins type. His message is only one of creating an abundance of meaningless information. Yet people seem intent on adopting “The 4-Hour Work Week” to autoblogging or “running their own shop,” based on solely on repurposing the cloud of social media soundbites.
The real issue now, is how can this information overload be filtered so that anything of worth differentiates itself from the blather that makes up 99% of the peer cloud that your follow? While Read the rest of this entry »
Ever wished Morpheus would show up and offer you the choice between boring blue and red insanity. We’ll here it is… Click the below link to slip down the rabbit hole and into the world of Chat Roulette. Or don’t and forget all about this.
Seriously. This thing cycles through random webcams of people around the world.
Print officially gave up trying, as evidenced by the current issue of Comso magazine. They couldn’t even be bothered to photoshop those roots, much less shape down her top to keep it from looking like a chub spare tire. Not to mention the forehead grease sheen or raty hair. Honestly. This image could be re-purposed for their “Skanks of Coyote Ugly” issue. Oh wait… that was out last Read the rest of this entry »
While advertising’s main skill set seems to be “Bullshitting Others,” coming in a close second would be the smarmy pride exuded in co-opting other people’s ideas. The rise of an agency creative relies 95% on their ability to combine being a prolific bullshit artist and a proud phoney. Look around – there’s nothing else to advertising. Other than buying people drinks/dinner/coke and getting into events.
Nowhere is this better evident, than in the mountain of people that take credit for print campaigns based solely on run and gun location shoots, done by a single photographer. Especially when the campaigns are capitalizing on the photographer’s personal aesthetic, which gained them notoriety.
Case in point is Ryan McGinley, the youngest person to show at The Whitney and best thing to precipitate out of the whole Vice era. He shot two print campaigns in 2009, for competing jeans brands. However the look of the Gran Prix winning Wrangler ads are cold and menacing, compared to the sun-drenched open spaces of his Levi’s “Go Forth” print ads.
Cindy McCain
Following our rant on Google’s practice of reading through everyone’s mail and tracking our thoughts like some paperback sci-fi novel – or a government that had their shit together – is this shocking ad. “Shocking,” in that this campaign feels ripped from a private journal… if you consider Penthouse Letters a journal.
Cindy McCain is always toeing the android line with her bleach blonde look and Stepford Wife icy hotness. But now, she’s going all the way with porn star eyeshadow, duct tape over her mouth and “NO” written on her cheek! “NO… not there.”
It’s like this Story of O shit is some deliberate effort to combat the Democratic party’s current impotence and frustration… By stirring some fire in those limp loins. The sexual fantasy dangled here is pretty prime stuff. An industry titan fashioned in the mold of GOP first lady, is secretly a dirty Read the rest of this entry »
