In June of this year, we published an infographic listing all of the sizing information for images on Facebook, Twitter, Google+, and Pinterest. It was a wildly successful piece of content, totally blowing our expectations out of the water. Unfortunately, while its popularity has flourished, nearly every social network instituted changes to their image sizes, rendering most of the information on the infographic out of date.
As a brand marketing yourself online, you understand that branding your messages is very important; how else would someone know they were your messages if they were not branded appropriately?
Just when you thought it was safe to drink tea again. Â Larry Dobrow of MediaPost is in a pickle regarding the pros and cons of including evil clowns and other harbingers of death in a beverage commercial. Â Apparently the commercial demonstrates the calming effect of Herbaria. Â I would disagree, the spot demonstrates that I won’t be able to sleep tonight for fear of being ripped open in my dreams by genetically modified creatures from Hell. If you don’t believe me, watch the video yourself while I dump out my mug of tea.
Just in case you weren’t in Oklahoma, Texas, or Montana watching the big game, here’s what you missed…a long, wordless take, the Chinese song, “Mother, Where Are You”, and Will Ferrell…enjoy.
The Richards Group created “Farmer” for Ram Truck – I believe the best commercial of Super Bowl 2013.
“And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker.” So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the field, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board.” So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say,’Maybe next year,’ I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from an ash tree, shoe a horse with hunk of car tire, who can make a harness out hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. Who, during planting time and harvest season will finish his 40-hour week by Tuesday noon and then, paining from tractor back, put in another 72 hours.” So God made the farmer.
God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to yean lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-comb pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the leg of a meadowlark.”
It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed, and brake, and disk, and plow, and plant, and tie the fleece and strain the milk, . Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft, strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh, and then sigh and then reply with smiling eyes when his son says that he wants to spend his life doing what Dad does. “So God made a farmer.” – Paul Harvey