See here’s where you just don’t get ‘me’ Facebook

Eewwww…

This dude is just wrong

This dude is just wrong!!!

Yes I know – you know I’m forty. Yes I know – your advertiser knows I’m probably looking after myself a little better now than I used to. But WOW Mark Zuckerberg how wrong can you get me!?

This guy is sooo scary. Loitering outside what appears to be a toilet door (is it even his house?) with a look on his face that only expensive counselling is going to remove. WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!

On the up side.

As I work in Marketing Facebook has, I guess, actually provided me with the anti-template for my advertisements for the rest of my professional career. Scenario below:

Me: Does what we are about to release resemble in any way THIS? (the Facebook Sponsored Story above)

Marketing Co-ord: Hmm maybe slightly in this way.

Me: I see, OK. COMPLETELY RE-DO THE WHOLE AD.

Some more high class stuff!

What assets is this advertising?

Are you assets balanced?

Advertisements

My first Meme.

Larry Page Sergei Brin Google+

Sadly there’s no more fuss about Google +

Hello, Hellllooooooo, HELLOOOOOOOO. Anyone?

No sorry not being rude I’m just on Google+ on another tab.

Veni, Vedi, Google +

I came, I saw, I waited, I tried, I came back, I left

This is an oft told tale from those I know with a G+ profile. Now I know that it’s likely that someone, maybe many will be upset by my opinion. However may one be further irreverent and predict that it’s likely they are from one of the professions I list below:

  • IT
  • eCommerce/ Web
  • Marketing

By the way I love the concepts behind G+. In particular the circles. Many’s the time that I have thought ‘nope my mum will see this’ before posting (or not!) on Facebook.

Anyway they say you remember your first. It’s true, this has been truly memerable.

Do I have a point or is this a storm in a D cup?

solar panels1Oh pah-lease give men more credit (Thought bubble – big boobs) than that!

Like I’m going to buy more than the three DIY-solar-panel-kits I have already purchased for no reason whatsoever in Australia’s cloudiest capital city. Pathetic! Do you hear.

I take it as an affront (& that’s quite a front) to my intelligence. Do they think sex sells or something – what nonsense!

Caveman advertising.

The example below is my favorite. Oh and hang on haven’t we met before – same girl, different ad?!

I am a fan of erudite prose, pithy nuance & the irony-laced lyrics of Cohen so clearly then I was swept up by the below.

You man? You live Victoria? (Editors note. Well they know I do as it would be geo-targeted by Facebook) You like boobies? Yeah you like boobies. You sign you get samples (Not of boobies)

men vic

…and they get database!! They sell database. You sign, you da boobie!

Sorry for venting but I had to get that off my chest!

Shhhh….wanna know a secret?

This is just between you and me OK. Oh & all of Facebook

Hooroo* to your treasured secret spot.                                                                 

Australian new online travel player Hooroo (a white label of Qantas) wants you to share your best secret hidden hideway. Quick you could win a prize. Pronto!!

“We’re on a mission to find Australia’s best secret spots.”

Hurry up you know you’ve got one. You know that amazing place that you retreat to for recharging, winding down, eating fish & chips on the beach & gazing wistfully (& restfully) out at dusk towards a deep blood-orange sunset. That place, that spot with hardly anyone. The one where if you’re super lucky and hide your shadows you can gaze upon schools of fish darting along a pristine coastal inlet and in between moss-covered boulders. That’s the one – where you’ve taken your family for the last five years and often had all to yourselves.

YES! Share THAT treasured secret spot with ALL of us!!

#share #tell #unveil #reveal #unearth #UNLIKELY                                                         

I get it. Social Media is about content, comment, interaction, sharing & engagement. Actually I really like Hooroo.com. It does inspiration & aspiration very well. However this is a #fail for mine. Secrets should be kept. They are more beguiling that way like, for example, the consultancy pictured below that I recently passed in Zurich, Switzerland & whose sign I couldn’t help but take a quick snap of. Hmmm what goes on in there? I’m quite happy for that to stay a secret!

Please stop licking the doormat. The doctor will see you now

* Definition of Hooroo = Aussie slang for goodbye (mate)

Have you ever wondered what a kebab, a dungeon & a foreskin have in common?

No it’s not an episode of Bold & the Beautiful or Home & Away –  what links the three is Facebook. Read on…

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So I fly a lot with work. I tend to get out to the airport early and do some work in the lounge so I’m not in a rush. Recently I flew to New Zealand and went on Facebook to check-in to let my mum, who lives in NZ, know that I was on my way. But what an array of options befell me in the Melbourne Airport area & I just had to share these three!

Would you like to check in at…

Melbourne Circumcision Clinic – Um OK, why not, log your circumcision centre for Facebook check-ins, sure. Even more interestingly I note they actually had 139 LIkes. Really, come on seriously, that’s soooo not true – 139 people like MCC?! So pumped I just got lighter, pesky foreskin ain’t no longer. Another possibility may be that visitors to the Melbourne Cricket Club have really intrigued their FB friends with an awkward check-in mix up. Although in fairness I guess both locations do involve helmets…too far? Yes too far

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I should clarify this relates to the Kebab piece below & not, well you know, the paragraph above

Mr Funny Kebab – Ah no thanks. That is unless of course you find botulism & hospital ERs humorous. No at 2am I prefer to buy my kebab or gyros from Mr dull yet extremely hygienic Kebab thank you.

Bec’s Dungeon – so I know three girls called Bec none of whom, pleasingly, live by the airport. Well I don’t think so. No Likes for Bec & her Dungeon although ironically maybe you just don’t ‘like’ a dungeon even if, you know, you actually really liked the dungeon?! First rule of Dungeon Club, don’t ‘like’ Dungeon Club.

What do you call a group of accountants?

Holy pivot tables Batman!

An abacus? Or maybe a macro of accountants… any thoughts?

Anyway I spied these posters at my work where I share a floor with the company number bods. It’s an impassioned call for all beanies to rise up & be counted, break down the image of dowdy & dour, a stoic call for a day where P & L stands for Party & Love!

Now if you stop by my blog from time to time you’ll know that numbers & I don’t get on. Calculators? Well we all know that they are to be used for typing in 58008 & turned upside down. So I can’t empathise too well with the masters of numeracy.

However…one might note that a day to celebrate accountants organised err – by accountants – might be a tad socially off kilter? Could this even be a slight social faux pas? If so might this be completely perpetuating the stereotype as opposed to breaking it down? Hmmm… just asking…it’s what I do.

What about Marketer stereotypes?

Wouldn’t dare to suggest that these are particularly flattering actually. Ha ha

A 'wanker' of marketers?

Anyway happy Accountants Day peeps!

At last! Keep your friends close & your enemies far, far away!

So I tend to do a vaguely annual Facebook friend cull. You know the ones that you were like – should I, shouldn’t I? – and then proceed to never interact with ever.

I am also quite strict with who I accept too. I work for a pretty large organisation & do get quite a few requests plus I tend not to say yes to the sister of the guy who worked with my brother.^

However this new social connectivity technology from Ticketmaster is making me rethink my tactics.

  • Book your concert ticket knowing where your friends are sitting – good.
  • Book your ticket knowing how to avoid that completely irritating person who does that thing you completely hate – PRICELESS! (Thanks MasterCard)

Perhaps I will be accepting friend requests in a much more lenient fashion in future…

^ I don’t have a brother.