So I became a little obsessed with those websites that do the scroll scroll thing, you know? So that you can read every article that they have if you like, instead of just having to click in to each article, you can just keep scrolling, just keep scrolling. scrolling. scrolling. down down. I wanted that.

And, so, I made just that! Also it bugged me that I didn't have the Nordic languages in my theme, so I put that in, and then I futzed about with a bunch of typefaces and changed whole lot of other things and now that I'm pleased with it I decided to sell it in case anyone else who uses Ghost fancies it.

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First ten people to buy it get 45 dollars off. woot!

Yes, I did a little video demo of the typography-switching and other features because at this point of my insomnia I am too tired to explain. 😹

Enjoy!

What I did, more specifically, was write a small Python program that quietly checks the list of my - that is, @dabitch’s followers using X’s official tools, aka the API.

For each follower, it grabs their short bio and most recent tweets, turns that information into a creative description, and then prompts Grok to draw a superhero picture of that person based on the generated text. The “superhero card" and made-up superhero name get uploaded to the site superheros.sinless.org, like this;

I thought people might find their cards funny. I didn't quite expect the reactions that did happen.

One of the first people I showed the card to became very angry and unfollowed me in a huff. "Don't put my name on other websites!" he declared, as if his name and every word he wrote on X dot com couldn't be scraped by every robot casually passing by. He is under the impression that he is shadowbanned (he is not); he hates AI, and he tags me together with @BrianRoemmele every other day, despite Brian's account being obviously run completely by AI. But I digress.

I expected some reactions, just not that one. I did expect people might not be flattered, even though I tried to make the script as humorous, flattering, and friendly-roasting as possible. It is meant to roast you, but gently, in a funny, self-deprecating way. A mirror, but a fun one! Something that you can chuckle at and actually agree with. But Grok generates the image, and Grok is AI, and I can not take credit for that.

Now, here is how image generation works: AI image generators don’t “decide” what a grandmother looks like; they statistically reconstruct the most common visual patterns from training data. When a prompt like “grandmother” reliably produces an elderly woman with grey or white hair, wrinkles, and a soft sweater and hair in a bun, the model isn't expressing a personal opinion, enforcing a cultural agenda, or insulting anyone. It is pattern completion. Some people recognize patterns well, and some are better at it than others.

People who treat the output as a moral judgment are misunderstanding how these systems work. So if the image prompt states “middle-aged woman”, and the image generates what the common visual pattern of a middle-aged woman looks like, don't be insulted. Charlize Theron is an outlier. You look good for your age, honestly. Don't do a Paulina Porizkova and get insulted that I added "for your age" here, that is the expression. But fine, you look good. Moving on.

The model is a mirror of aggregated human photography and language, not a moral agent. Getting offended at the mirror for showing the average face is a category error. The useful response is to learn how the mirror works and to steer it with clearer language, not to demand that every statistical mode be sanded flat.

“How dare the AI assume grandmothers are old and grey-haired? That’s ageist/stereotypical/exclusionary.”

Well, no. Grandmothers are, by definition in most cultures, the mothers of parents. The biological and social timeline means the modal grandmother is older. Grey or white hair is a high-visibility signal of that age range in many populations. Training data therefore contains millions more images of older women labeled “grandmother” than images of younger women in the same role. The model is not inventing a stereotype; it is compressing the empirical distribution. In my head I can hear both my husband and my daughter yelling “Neeeeerd” at me right now, they do that when I get like this. It keeps me humble, but it doesn't stop me.

I've used many different AI's to generate images in testing ideas. I tried out how Gemini would render me based on a Google image search on “Åsk Dabitch Wäppling”; the result was a redhead with a statement necklace talking about ads at some conference in Stockholm, and a cat in the corner. It looks nothing like me. Hilarious.

Now, Beleno describes herself as a mother in her bio, “Mum, wife & beyond” she mentions in passing. She also mentions being Spanish- and English-bilingual, so her image-generation prompt generated by my script states, “Bilingual mother.” What does a bilingual mother look like? A young woman with a toddler on her hip who only speaks Spanish, apparently.

When an image model is given the bare prompt “mother,” one of the strongest visual patterns in its training data is a woman holding or carrying a young child. Those compositions appear constantly in everyday photos, stock images, family portraits, and captioned internet pictures labeled “mother.” So the model’s statistical default leans that way. It doesn't need to put a toddler on the hip every time, but it is a very common outcome. The Spanish-English detail can add a mild secondary influence; in the training data, people labeled as Spanish-English bilingual are more frequently photographed with features common in Spanish-speaking populations (darker hair, olive or medium skin tones, etc.). So the model may tilt that way slightly, but it doesn't have to, and the result is still just a probabilistic guess, not a portrait of any real person. That Beleno’s daughter has graduated college and is an aspiring media professional with a portfolio online is neither here nor there to AI.

Training data contains millions more images of older women labeled “grandmother” than images of younger women in the same role. There are millions more “mother” images of moms with toddlers than images of mothers like Beleno or myself with our grown daughters. Search any stock image site and you'll see.

The model is not inventing a stereotype; it is compressing the empirical distribution. If the data contained equal numbers of 25-year-old and 75-year-old women labeled “grandmother,” the outputs would look different.

They do not, because reality (and the cameras pointed at it) do not. Treating the resulting image as an attack on diversity is like treating a weather model’s prediction of rain in a rainy climate as climate denial.

In the end I had to regenerate a few cards. The case of Alice was pretty interesting, because she kept being generated as mixed or or Hispanic. Why? Well, the prompt always contained the word “Brixton.”

Image models learn statistical associations from the photos and captions in their training data. Brixton is a real London neighborhood with a well-documented history of Caribbean and African settlement from the Windrush generation onward and a substantial black population. Because public photographs, news images, street scenes, market shots, and cultural events tagged or captioned with “Brixton” disproportionately show black and mixed-heritage people, the model is more likely to draw from that denser training distribution when a prompt includes the bare keyword “Brixton,” especially for a person. That makes it more likely to depict someone with darker skin, Afro-textured or mixed hair, or other features common in those communities than a prompt that says “person in London.” In the end I had to edit this prompt manually to add “blonde woman.”

The script does not know that Alice's name is a English habitational surname, because I did not write a onomastic classifier into the script. A lot of people leave their real names out of their X bio these days, so a surname origin classifier looking names up in curated databases would be a colossal waste of time.

Most people had a good laugh at their cards, even if they were generated as actual gorillas, wolves, bunnies, cats, dogs, sturgeons, dragonflies, alligators and lord knows! Now granted, some of these animals were generated due to their usernames, but others popped up due what the users talked about a lot or simply how they described themselves.

Here's the actual lesson, the mirror that I wrote is working on your tweets and your bio. If the image and card generated is somehow offending you in the end, consider what you are putting in your bio and how other people are reading it.

People, much like the script, react to words in a similar way. We know this, no? After all, we work in advertising.

Now, some of my favorites generated by the script. They are very funny if you know the people behind the account, and funny even if you do not!

Recently, I've been made acutely aware of memory loss, not just in my personal life, but also on the internet. I have had a hand in keeping websites alive when large entities such as WordPress kicked feminist blogs off their servers without warning, and I still have all of their posts and content stored on my home disks. Meanwhile, the internet has eventually succeeded in erasing their existence.

One of the websites that vanished into the digital ether was 8tracks.com, a place that witnessed how my now husband and I were courting each other with mixtapes while we were long-distance dating. The mix-tape record showed mixes that were hot, flirty, both of us trying to impress each other (and succeeding). Every step along the wooing way, until the eventual proposal hints began dropping like lead balloons.

8tracks helped us along the way, with the limitations that it posed - eight songs, never the same band, and be accurate with the credits. When the big music corps came to crush this poor little startup, my husband was one of the fans who chipped in a thousand dollars in "stock" just to keep the place alive.

It stayed alive for another couple of years, trying to keep afloat on odd ad revenue from youtube and web ads, while clearing out the music that us fans had actually uploaded to the servers to save themselves from litigation and to have to pay for storage.

Every playlist that I made for him eventually became a pale copy of itself, downgraded to the digital degradation where everything goes to die online before it gets deleted.

At some point in the offspring's life, I tried to explain this musical cross-Atlantic flirting we had going on, and her reaction was very appropriate; she ran away with the speed of a bee on cocaine screaming "EEWWWW GROSS" because she arrived via a stork delivery, of course. Can't really blame her, while my playlist titles were subtle and always included "Mr Brown", his were decidedly less subtle and went from "Let's have Stax, Dabitch" to "Headboard shaking" in a matter of days.

It wasn't the same to listen to anymore, either way. The songs that we had uploaded were no longer there, they had been replaced with other songs that existed on youtube - and often these were not the same ones.

I had painstakingly made mp3's of my own collected vinyl, B-sides of rare pressings, I had also bought directly from DJs and bands who had created their own remixes of songs. I guarded my music so carefully that I abandoned iTunes and iPhone early so that I would have better control over where I could store my music on my drives, and not have Apple replace songs - which it is still doing by the way. Buying music from Google itself isn't a much better deal, what happens when you die, or you lose your account?

Your children can't inherit your digital data like they could inherit your vinyl collection. They can't look at your photos like they could flick through your photo albums.

And with how all search engines are adding AI to search now, people are no longer visiting websites at all.

The websites that are writing new information, adding new data, uploading new music, making new connections, are being scraped by AI and shorthand outputted as quick answers to someone's question on the other end. Humans taking note, processing ideas, connecting information, collecting music, art, history, stories, writing, producing, interviewing and cataloging are not getting anything whilst people are feeding tokens into bots for questions that really could have been solved by a simple grep.

The end user of the information that the search engine passes on, never visits the website that produced it. The website gets nothing more than perhaps a citation. It won't take FAANG long to figure out some way to charge us for using our own information, the same way that they're charging us for seeing our own photos, and listening to our own music.

They're charging us for access to our memories.

I'd link some external hard drives as a reminder that you need to get off the damn cloud which is just someone else's hard drive, but prices always change, so search for good deals near you. Never had issues with Western Digital personally so I'd give those a go, the portable ones are nice and stack neatly plus you can paint them with Posco markers so you know what is on each one. 😄

Something happened in the past ten years. Meetings were staffed with bobbleheads all rushing to cheer on and be agreeable, loving everything because criticizing things is mean, asking questions is rude, and having a sense of humor is offensive

Before this culture took a hold of advertising and the world, there was a world where "why not?" ruled. Where a creative team who had worked in London returned home to Amsterdam and built a new agency on the back of doing flyposters for a friend's youth hostel. Videoing themselves in nearly half of the ads, they managed to make a big international PR splash on a shoestring budget with clip art and a fun attitude. Because back then, MTV still aired commercials and the target market spent weekends in Amsterdam, and gosh darnit, we actually had fun in the 90s.

That man in the white shirt and longish hair is Erik Kessels himself, everyone else in the video is a friend or working with the agency at the time.

The agency was originally in a chapel on Jacob Obrechtstraat 26, next to a big beautiful church, and close to a few other ad agencies. They eventually grew so big that they invested in a church building of their own, because why not?

Like with everything else, the people who worked for and with KK were roped in to help paint and decorate the church, and over a few weekend nights the gothic ceilings got their new colors while astroturf was rolled out. As people arrived in the reception, polaroids were taken of them which eventually filled up the frame behind the receptionist. The diving board did nothing, but the organ still worked and was sometimes played. It was always kind of cold inside, as old churches are, and it had a lot of space - so my hand painted wildplakken posters for Marcel at Amsterdam tattooing could spend an entire weekend drying off in unused hallways.

Once a couple who had gotten married in this church asked to come inside and see it again, the receptionist at the time let them in. They were horrified at the transformation. Chartreuse ceilings. Discoball lamps. A fort and a diving board in the middle of it all. Despite being gereserveerd Dutch people, a national trait that is very similar to how Scandinavian people behave but with different roots, as the modesty from Calvanistic influence can not be understated. The expression "doe maar normaal, dan doe je al gek genoeg" - just act normal, that's crazy enough as it is, sums it up.
As you can imagine, an agency that decided to return from London and break all the rules were at the epicenter of a creative revolution wave that spread in the Netherlands, from the music scene to the interior design scene. So while this might look a little dated today, you can still see what influence it has had.

In 1997, conceptual design collective Droog Design shifted from an emerging Dutch phenomenon into an international powerhouse, I was working at FHV/BBDO at the time and there was no doubt that the creative center of Europe had shifted to Amsterdam. Wieden and Kennedy was already there, and from them a team split and created 180. In a triangle of bars on the Spuistraat you could run into everyone who was anyone in advertising, production, and design on any evening out, and the only "cliques" were between the Dutch speakers and the non-Dutch speakers.

At the height of it all, Amsterdam hosted creative gathering for all kinds of creative professionals, and I was often involved in hosting these gatherings. They were often informal dinners, which eventually evolved into networking breakfasts, creative summits, and three day conferences.
Condor Music went from one office to many, and eventually even opened one in Beijing. Amsterdam hosted the Boards summit, the Epica awards, the Tomorrow awards, I've lost count of it all. Sid Lee from Montreal wanted to get in on this and opened an office in Amsterdam, for a brief moment we all thought that we had a new Madison Avenue creative revolution happening. And it was fun!

But nothing lasts forever, alas. Even in permissive Amsterdam. In the land of "why not", they have now banned all advertising for all fossil fuels and meat products. While stricter rules can absolutely force people to be more creative, as has been proven with the legendary Silk Cut, Benson & Hedges, and John Player Special campaigns, it also really puts a damper on why creative people are attracted to a city. It's not like anarchy attracts creativity, but the Kraak neighborhoods (squatted) of Amsterdam and the occupied buildings in Berlin served the same purpose for creative inspiration. The difference between Berlin and Amsterdam is that the clients in Germany are in Hamburg, not near Berlin - so Berlin "only" has a music and an art, design, and author scene as a result. Not an advertising scene.

Perhaps anarchy is just a small part of creativity, lord knows that I've DJ:ed in occupied buildings Amsterdam on the Keizersgracht. When there was a deck up there and nobody wanted the party to end I just went home to get all my records and played until the sun came up together with another professional DJ.

I left Amsterdam during that heydey, for personal reasons, and I will probably always regret what I missed out on but as the Swedish saying goes "här blir inga barn gjorda" - which literally means "here, no babies are being made" (nothing gets done here, but specifically, no babies.)

We've all seen the happy accidents, the mistakes that turn out to be brilliant, the misprints that look good. You need space to experiment, and so the creative areas in cities are the cheap areas, Soho in New York was that area for a minute, Amsterdam had the quality of life that London lacked in the late 90s, you could literally bike to work and the rain never bothered anyone. And there was cheap space within reach. So the pilgrimage began.

Kesselskramers most recent campaign is still running, it's for the Stedelijk Museum in Amsterdam. The reason for the sudden bankruptcy is that three major commercial projects unexpectedly fell through. The age-old story of clients backing out, not paying for work already done.

Will we see a new city like Amsterdam take over the title of the next creative hot-spot? I'm not so sure? I get restless, I globetrot, I look for it. I left Amsterdam and went straight to New York thinking it would happen there, but then a terrorist attack happened just as I had rented an apartment two blocks from the twin towers. My timing wasn't great then. I moved to Los Angeles unofficially in 2012.
I caught a bit of the creative wave in Los Angeles, but that died with the fires. I had some hope that the California to Nashville emigration would start a new revolution, but that city lacks space, and the energy there has died.

I've moved again. Creativity is restless. Creativity is seeking. Creativity is curious. Creativity never ends. Creativity may be nostalgic, but I also know, looking at these images, that this moment can not be repeated. This is lightning in a bottle. You can't catch that in the same spot twice.

But what we really really want, is flags next to usernames - so I wrote a plugin for chrome that shows just that. You can download the zip above.

At first Nikita showed only users their own about page, where everyone could double-check that things were correct. This was even open for a full hour for anyone to see anyone else, but I think I was asleep when that happened. My profile stated correctly how old the account is, and where it was created in the "Date joined" part. Like so:

This is accurate, and not a secret, so I had no problem with that - but a lot of people did. People who bought accounts would obviously want to hide if that account was created in a country they've never been to, for example.
Nikita claimed in a Xeet that this field showed inaccurate data for a lot of users, so they simply removed it.

But what we all really wanted was a simpler way to identify where people are Xeeting from - like a flag by their usernames. So I made one, and this is what it looks like on my account. The US flag before my name. Now when I scroll X using my Chrome browser, I see flags next almost everyones user name.

If you want to use this, simply download these files, X-flag-verified.zip and open it somewhere on your computer.

Then load up chrome://extensions/ in your browser and toggle on "developer mode". Then "Load unpacked" and select the directory x-flag-verified and Bob's your uncle.

UPDATE: Shoutout to @bashildy on X who helped me fix this for Windows!

Optionally you can remove all the other annoying flags that people put in their profiles, if you simply uncomment the line in content.js below :

Optional: prevent double flags if user already has one in their name

I'm still working on this to see if there are any other fun things that I can add, since the government ID verification doesn't quite work yet, but I'm just too impatient not to share this right now. A lot of caching issues on the X "about page" currently is slowing down my bugtesting. Check back in a day or so and there might be more features.

If you find this useful, I like ko-fi, I like coffee, and I like subscribers!

For most of my life I've had a habit of taking "beauty shots" of really incredible moments that I want to remember - in my head. I'll even blink, as if I am taking a photo. "I will remember this."

This way I have shot the tower bridge in London, lit up at night, while riding on the back of BMW motorcycle. I've clipped the frosted eyelashes and balaclava after a early morning dogsleigh ride in Jukkasjärvi. I've clipped "footage" of myself running downhill through the clouds from twin peaks in San Francisco with my arms spread wide, literally pulling the clouds with me, as I ran to the bus stop from where I would commute to work.
Beauty shots that, maybe a bit morbidly, I thought could show up in that fabeled film that will flash before your eyes when you die that you hear so much about. All of this happened pre-instagram, of course. Memories that I will never find in any photo archive, anywhere, or even recreated in AI.

Post Instagram, everyone began making beauty-shots out of everything. Suddenly, the most mundane latte was something that needed recording. I found myself doing this as well, mainly photographing advertising, and eventually offspring threw herself in the way of the posters that I kept photographing as a form of fun sabotage. Offspring, being so adorable all day every day was so tempting to post everywhere on the internet, but I needed to protect her privacy - and her face.

So I deleted my then Instagram account, and later buckets of Google photos that I had shared with family to avoid the future. I deleted Facebook too, because all the photos there could be used for ads. She, as a young girl roaming the internet, thought deleting the apps themselves was enough to "delete" things. Alas. It was all too little too late.

As many young adults of her generation, she's returned to the analog world of button phones, social game nights, tangible skills and they have largely deserted "social media", except for Snapchat. The recent advertising campaign "Less social media. More Snapchat." understood this phenomenon completely and leaned into it. Good strategy. Well positioned.

The developers of Snapchat, however, have not understood why their users are using snapchat. Suddenly, Snapchat is pushing AI on the users. Without their consent. To a generation that hates AI.

So, suddenly my daughter is getting bad AI renditions of herself, suggested as 'content' to share with her friends. Not only is this insulting to a person who truly and passionatly hates AI - they're also making her look awful. And I'm not just saying this as her mother who thinks she is the most beautiful girl in the world - there is something very uncanny awful about these renditions. In this odd photo below, they seem to have cobbled together some headphone photographs of her with some photographs of her in Gamla Stan in Stockholm, and added a random pigeon. Not sure if this is a new detective series concept - but the body and clothes are certainly not hers and it's all coming off as very creepy. Especially as this popped up after she had made sure to turn off the "AI snaps" new features that had been turned on by default. As new features always do. (Sidenote - this is very uncool when people - like I am - are still connected to now dead friends)

As the internet grows, I recall how different it was when it began. Way back in 1997, I was at HIP97 in Almere Buiten, the Netherlands. In a giant circus tent, a guy from the Chaos Computer club told us to "screw with the data at all times", so at every opportunity that we were presented with, we should mess it up on purpose. He offered an example, that made us all laugh "when I check into a hotel, I rent the porn film, even though I don't watch porn." Sure Jan!

But his point is still correct - with messed up data, AI could not make a good copy of Perl. Better still, with NO data, AI could not make a copy of Perl. Her generation that are logging off and rekindling their "analog" skills are doing the right thing.

I know that I keep harping on about Adland, but as one of the very few websites that lasted that long on the internet, it was a source of data that happened as it was. Most of the internet from that era has vanished, and now AI is training on new internet - meaning it is training on newer articles, newer photographs, newer ideas and newer lies. Even new AI. It already has become the modern Ouroboros.

I read "Takedown: The Pursuit and Capture of Kevin Mitnick" when it came out and Tsutomu Shimomura described studying the log files as if looking for footprints in sand, because every step you take disturbs the sand. The current internet is being flooded by new AI bullshit and social media crap that is treated like gospel by increasingly powerful AI tools, who are using other AI tools as sources - the dead internet is not only here. It's farming the third world and idiots while a new generation are using this opportunity to learn crafts and log off, while waiting for the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb. That will bring us together.

We should probably all take Perl's generation's advice and log off a bit more, and ignore AI - because the only thing it can give us is regurgitation of misleading, faulty, and glimpses of missing information that once existed on the internet. These days, a lot of the old internet is gone.

So by now you've probably heard that Adland is back, it's just not run by me.

To quote snippets from Adage, which announced that Adland is now owned and operated by marketing media company Marketecture in April;

Ari Paparo, CEO of Marketecture, jumped at the chance to keep the machine running.

“There’s no better inspiration than seeing what’s been done over the last 30-plus years,” Paparo told Ad Age.

Wäppling will not be involved in AdLand’s operations going forward. The financial terms of the acquisition were not disclosed.

“I’m glad that AdLand is in Marketecture’s more than capable hands,” said Wäppling in a press statement. “And I can’t wait to see where it goes from here.”

Paparo wants the new AdLand to stay focused on highlighting creative, with the goal of publishing multiple new ads per week; commentary, which Wäppling often included in her posts, will not be included.

I for one think all of this is great! I do wish Ari and the Marketecture crew the best in their expansion where they are now also manning the creative commercial "digital museum" of sorts. I also think its wise of them to not spend time reviewing the ads like I often did, that became a difficult and time-consuming chore.

So go here to submit your ads, and do subscribe to the new Adland newsletters. Support them by subscribing now, and stick with them as they try out their business models, unlike me they won't be doing it for free like a crazy person. There are expenses involved (don't I know it!) so if they decide to go ad-supported or charge a small fee for the archives, do stick with them. The world's longest running advertising archive is an idea that should keep going, regardless of who runs it.

This way, the museum of ads lives on - as it should.

Advertising might just be a 30-second blip on tv, but it launches pop culture that we repeat for decades. Where's the beef? Whassup? Saying "Aaron Burr" with your mouth full of peanut butter. It takes a licking but keeps on ticking! Our collective advertising history deserves a home in Adland, so keep supporting it.

Thank you.

Last night at dinner, I found it amusing that the only advertisements I had heard about for the upcoming Super Bowl were related to mayonnaise and avocados from Mexico. In fact, I will be missing the entire event this year because I'll be on a flight to Sweden. I have no concerns about balancing servers to handle traffic spikes, no worries about MySQL queries locking up, no checklists to track when I’m allowed to publish which ads—just no stress at all.

"It's such a relief," I said to my husband. "It's such a huge workload; people have no idea what goes into it." He replied, "To be fair, you never told anyone that you literally run the whole thing."

"I did too!" I retorted.

"No, you may think you have," he continued, "but it was probably more of a Swedish passive-aggressive quip. People really didn’t understand that you were the server administrator, the programmer, and the editor-in-chief all at once. Nobody knew that Adland was run by one single person."

I've mentioned this countless times and even advertised my willingness to sell it for years, but perhaps I was too busy running Adland for anyone to notice. Regardless, I can now confidently say that Super Bowl ads are a complete waste of a brand's time.

Think about it. What Super Bowl ads do you remember from last year—without consulting a cheat sheet? How about from the last five years? Can you name your top ten Super Bowl ads from the past decade? If you find it difficult to recall any without searching online, you're not alone. Even I have trouble recalling any ads from last year. It's all a blur to me.

Nowadays, Super Bowl ads are promoted weeks in advance of the game. The "teaser" ad has been replaced by the 90-second version, which is essentially the Super Bowl ad, just not the one that will actually air during the event. The "pregame" hype is louder than the commercial during the game, which airs during the big flush.

The media, 30 seconds during the big game, costs millions of dollars and this price goes up every year. Then the brand pours even more money into production, and celebrities, and hot-shot directors. This ad now becomes "the ad with Meg Ryan", or "the ad with Ben Affleck", and if your celebrity stars in more than one superbowl ad like Snoop Dogg, Martha Stewart or Missy Elliot who seems to make a constant cameo, well your brand is SOOL in being remembered. Nobody will recall your brand over the celebrity.

Now imagine, just imagine, if your brand had spent all of these millions of dollars on aggressive PR, a strategic media spend, and one consistent branding idea on several well executed, well directed commercials over the span of an entire year. I could bet you a superbowl ad budget that would give your brand better sales in the end.

The superbowl ads are too often middle-of-the-road, unfunny, unsurprising, unmoving bland and boring these days, they all blend into one another. A good ad is a good ad, no matter when it airs. A bad ad is a bad ad, no matter what celebrity and movie-reference it borrows from.

For the first time in 28 years I'll be seeing this as an outsider, as the person who has ignored the press releases in my inbox (an auto-reply is handling that right now), and I will see what the regular consumer sees. It'll be interesting to see if I'll recall any superbowl ads at all.