September 14, 2005
well, this changes everything
Google now has a blog search.
[BONUS LINK:] Quite possibly the most bizarre blog I have ever seen in my life. Like I’ve said before, watching Madison Avenue trying to get on the Cluetrain is a bit like watching a middle-age guy trying to pick up a college girl in a bar. [Link via Jeff.]








The flash app that measures how long you can arbitrarily click & hold down your mouse button on a pack of juicy fruit while staring at the page seems like the work of a imaginative, but misguided marketing wiz.
Truth be told, the thing that offends me most isn’t the flash interface and the crappy ‘blog’ (yeah, whatever) but the shit commercial concept the agency managed to sell to the client. How many fucking times have I seen the ‘two people wanting the same product and amusing conflict ensues’ idea? Too many times.
As an extra bonus, here we have two hilarious protagonists, the geeky teenage boy and the middle aged black woman. Christ almighty. Somebody fire the creative team.
Re: Google, I don’t think they’ve got much pixie dust left. A “Blog Search” for “Marketing” gave me a first page with neither Hugh nor Seth.
Also, given how hard a time Google has dealing with link spam, I’d be (happily) surprised if their blogsearch ends up that useful. Which may be beside the point, since most people will use it anyway.
A bit out of date but hopefully still amusing, related, gratuitous self-link: http://biztos.com/frost/etc/adsense-loop.html
And Juicy Fruit Planet is *scary* — “Who’s Gotta have LONGER LASTING? sweet?” WTF?
Uh-oh, the Juicy Fruit Gum Holding Counter goes up (presumably) to 100 days! Extra-scary…
OH MY GOSH — I’ve finally experienced that LSD flashback they kept promising in 1967. This JOOCY-FROOT thing is freakin’ hilarious. PERHAPS they intentionally launched the king of all corporate blogs just to generate attention. This COULD be “going to edge” as Godin describes in Free Prize.
please leave us middle-aged guys out of your ‘die, madison avenue, die’ kick.
but that still doesn’t mean i can pick up a college chick at a bar.