Showing posts with label radio. Show all posts
Showing posts with label radio. Show all posts

Friday, January 18, 2013

Who Is Buying This Stuff?

Lance Armstrong is a douche. That's not a surprise and after watching the highlights of his interview with Oprah Winfrey the other day that assumption is confirmed.

Actually after watching the interview, I have another assumption that was shown to be true. The only thing that Oprah can be hard hitting with is a rack of ribs and a bucket of The Colonel's chicken. This was at best a fluff piece and Armstrong knew it which is why he came out now. He purposely avoided ESPN, or one of the main stream news outlets so that he could admit his guilt and be done with it. Actually I wouldn't be surprised if he was the source of the leak to Deadspin about the Manti Te'o story. Just enough sensationalism to pull the pressure off of him.

But Lance's douche-iality, Oprah's eating prowess, and Te'o's gullibility are not the topic of conversation in this space today. No. Today I want to talk about a different type of "performance enhancing drug". 

I love my XM radio and if you're into music, sports, or have kids I definitely recommend getting one (talk to me first though...I can get you a deal on the service). Many of the stations are really commercial free, if you include all the promos for the upcoming programs. I'll let that slide as NPR does roughly the same thing. But some of my favorite channels are not blessed with such wealth and thus if I want to hear uncensored comedy or the latest baseball news I have to put up with a commercial or two.

That's fine. I won't buy anything advertised if I can help it so fire away. Coke, Verizon, Bank of America, whatever. Keep tossing them out and I will "toss" them out.

But my problem starts when Johnny Bench, yes, the "Little General" himself becomes the sales manager and starts plugging away and selling primetime spots to "performance enhancing drugs" marketed specifically to males. Viagra, Cialis and the like are the mainstream. They are too cool for satellite. No, if you want to get your woman to love you and make her scream like a school girl you need to go a little lower on the scale. Science be dammed; you don't need to wait hours for your flag pole to be ready to salute, now you only need 7 seconds for something called Stendra. Yep...you only need 7 little seconds. That's less time then snorting a line of meth or even for a hit of ecstacy to kick in.

Why do I know this? Well I've heard that advertisement about 300 times. And that was just yesterday. But other people are hearing these ads and somebody's buying this stuff...otherwise they wouldn't keep advertising. But who?

The best I can figure is that the target demographic are men (duh), and many of them are not able to get or maintain an erection. Thankfully I'm not in this demographic, yet. But if I was I would think that many of my medications, most would come from a doctor's script. I generally try to avoid calling strangers on the phone for a cure to a condition that I would prefer to have a medical professional look at first.

But that of course doesn't stop people from doing dumb things. See Bush, President, George, W two times. So people are buying this stuff. They only have so much time with the hooker after all. So what now? How much longer is it until we get the 6 second pill and the 4 second pill. Hell why do we even need to wait that long. Why can't we just walk around at full mast the entire time? Sure we'd need to buy new pants and rejigger the steering wheels in our cars but how cool would that be.






Thursday, February 16, 2012

Thanks, But I Only Need One Shower Radio


Sure I have another shower but that's none of your business. Do you hear me Amazon.com? Stay out of the layout of my home and my waterproof electronics.

A month or so I used the retail giant to buy a new shower radio so I can listen to something other then static when I'm ruba dub dubbing. Now I get an email a month later with "suggestions" on new shower radios. But I just bought one! Are you saying I need one for my son's bathroom? He's not even talking yet, I think he can do without traffic and weather on the 1's. Or are you insinuating that the products you sell are of inferior quality and I will need to replace my current model in the coming days? I sure hope not because I read every review out there (and even wrote one of my own).

So then what is it?

Don't get me wrong, from a marketing perspective, emails with "suggestions" on purchases RELATED to recent years buys are a great idea. Like if I bought a pair of sneakers, you could recommend a 12 pack of white tube socks or maybe some cutting-edge shoelaces. But don't suggest I buy the same exact item a month later.
If this were a one time incident, I might have looked the other way. But you send me these all the time! Last week you suggested I buy more socks. Well I only have 2 pairs of the Royal Vibrams so I only need a few pair of 5-toed socks and I know have that covered. Can we move on to something else?

Do you do this to all your customers or us it just me? Are they upset or do they feel that you can never have enough micro usb cables? OK bad example because we all know that you can never have enough.
If you keep this up, I'm going to have some "suggestions" for you. They start with "no", "stop", and you might like, "waterproof F-off! "

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Things Not To Say on Radio

Scott Salotto, a local news reporter on WABC radio in New York City was on the Imus in the Morning program this morning. He was giving a live report during a local news break on a new law being aimed at punishing parents who supply alcohol to minors while under their roofs. At the end of the live report, Mr. Imus asked Salotto if he ever partook in a “drink” now and again (Mr. Imus is a recovering alcoholic). Salotto in his ultimate wisdom said, “No, but I do like to have the occasional ‘pot brownie’ now and again.”


Even the Imus on-air staff was a little shocked. Scott, buddy, things you just shouldn’t say out loud. I support your right to say it however and bring me some of those brownies...they’ll go great with this russian quaalude cocktail I “made” the other day.