Welcome to the 1950s, Children of Tomorrow!
Oct 10, 2007
I’m prematurely aged. Or, at least I am if you look at the ads on the TV I watch. Franklin Mint? Check. Hoveround? Check. Good times, good times. But never did I think that I would see an ad like this one: Read on…
Memorialize Yourself, In Lucite
Mar 2, 2007
When I graduated from business school, I of course got the photos from the official photographer of me walking up to the podium in my mortarboard and of me shaking hands with some muckety-muck. I mean, the hired photog gets all the best angles, so there’s no fighting it. Some things, however, there should be fighting. Some things are so awful, so in bad taste, that they threaten to infect an entire room with their evil. And the official photographer is trying to pitch just such a thing. I give you the lucite statue that could be me: Read on… (plus 1 Comments)
What A Difference A Little Customer Service Makes
Aug 30, 2004
I’ve recently had the privelege of interacting with two vendors who had sold their goods to me: Dell and PUR, the water filter people. It’s amazing how differently I was treated by the two — and amazing how the big-ticket purchase got me the worse service.
Dell was, as you’ve probably already guessed, the bad service. I bought two items from them: a $2,000 laptop and an $80 wireless router. As already related, the router was not Read on…
The Decline And Fall Of Civilization, Part The 47th: Karyn Bosnak
Aug 26, 2003
In yet further evidence that our civilization is in collapse and that we shall all soon be reduced to finding our dinner by hunting small prey with stone axes (that is, we will have the stone axes, not the small prey), Save Karyn has gotten a freaking movie deal.
Not familiar with Save Karyn, are you? Well, the lovely Ms. Karyn Bosnak was dutifully applying herself to her employment in sunny New York when she was blindsided by totally unexpected Consumer Debt. Poor Karyn! Suddenly she had thousands and thousands — specifically, Read on… (plus 2 Comments)
You, Too, Can Get Rich Selling Crap At The Supermarket
Jun 11, 2003
Today, at Ralph’s for canned tuna, I saw rise in front of me in much the same way the apes in 2001 saw the monolith rise in front of them, the following shocking marketing decision:
That’s right, in the middle of the ghetto Ralph’s up the street from me is a display dedicated to selling nautcally-themed bric-a-brac. The kind of stuff your grandfather might put on the mantel or your aunt on the sideboard. Yes, precious keepsakes for Read on…