Image for the Song

While walking the other day I listened to Roy Rogers and the Sons of the Pioneer sing I’M AN OLD COWHAND (FROM THE RIO GRANDE).

Can you picture Roy Rogers with his clean ironed tucked in shirt with shiny boots as an old cowhand?

Roy is dead. It is too late now to change his image If he had only got himself a tattoo of a naked woman on his arm and a couple of facial scars from barroom fights and maybe a Marlboro cigarette dangling from his mouth I could picture him as an old cowhand (from the Rio Grande) singing.

The Star Product of the Day

Eat at Brandi's Hotdogs, No Shoes, No Service

I have been offered a position in advertising.

You may immediately picture me in a board room, all smiles, with a trim suit, and with the aid of my lap top and a laser pointer pointing at things on neat looking charts on the digitized board while the other ad executives nod enthusiastically – they better!

Well, that is not exactly the kind of position in advertising I had been offered.

This is more the type of position that you hold a sign on a street corner dressed like a rabbit or Dracula or Porky Pig. Of course we are still negotiating – like for instance, how often do I get pee breaks – after all, I got an enlarged prostate.

And I have a lot of questions to ask, like aren’t those character costumes hot and stuffy?

Seriously, I have not been “offered” a position in advertising, I have been offered a “lets talk about you working for us in advertising” – kind of offer.

In short, someone emailed wanting to discuss paying me to run an ad on my blog.

I can hardly keep the smirk off my face.

They said they would want to first count and analyze the traffic of hits on my blog. I think, if I gave them permission to check out the volume of traffic and after they analyzed it they would have a good hearty laugh over what fools they made of themselves and apologize to me for wasting their and my time.

Another thing, they said they wanted was blogs with post that have good outcomes.

I never thought about it. I would like to see where the good win over the bad too, but it doesn’t always happen. Look at politics for instance.

And hey! Remember Happy Hour is at 5:00 and Friday is Casual Day!

What were they thinking?

Separate But Equal Ads

While doing some mini-research with google, trying to come up with a visual on Hambones I came across the above ads. You know to click to enlarge.

Advertising Tips

Show the girl saying, “What A Man!” and they will purchase the product you are advertising..

Show the man getting the girl and they will buy more than one.

No Magnetic Sign For Me

Have you ever notice the magnetic signs on some pickup trucks? They usually advertise something the owner of the truck does for a price. I have seen independent businessmen advertise that they will haul away junk, clean out roof gutters, haul away dead dogs, and many other things that maybe somebody unskilled but is trying to make a go of it in the business community.

I think the best one I saw was not a magnetic sign but white paint on the door of a black truck. To add to the flavor the letters were crooked and some of the letters misspelled. I think there were about 4 or 5 things he listed, more than a magnetic sign could hold. He was a multi-taster. I think it would have added to it if one of the specialties was marked through, just to show the public he wasn’t ashamed to admit he is not perfect in everything.

Anyway, I decided I will not be ordering a magnetic sign or using white paint on my truck door to announce I can install water filters on the back of older refrigerators.

So, I won’t be part of the Cobb County business community of neatly dressed Republicans who go to the Cobb County Commerce Breakfasts once a month and listen to keynote speakers, or maybe even speak myself.

I made that decision yesterday while attempting to replace our water filter on the back of our refrigerator.

Before I attempted to do such a transplant, I shut off all incoming water valves – 3 or them. And the blasted thing still leaked buckets of water as I worked… literally, buckets! I got the old one off okay, and the top part of the new one attached okay, but on the other end I stripped the plastic thread trying to screw a brass coupling onto it. Then, when I tried to take it off, with my wrench I made the ridges of the plastic nut-thing smooth and trying to grip it, and water was all over the floor, then wet towels were all over the floor and a ruined new water filter.

Luckily, I caught my friend-plumber Jeff between jobs and he came and rescued me – for a price.