The AdHole

To My Blog Stalker:
I don’t know who you are, Mr. or Ms. Minion of The Bounce Agency. I don’t know if you are a copywriter, an art director, a media gal, an account wonk or a bored intern. I don’t know if you are a man, woman or internet-loving mutant goat. I just know you’ve […]

I was cleaning out my emails this morning when I happened upon the missive I sent to my fellow creatives at Bernstein-Rein on my last day back in February 2005. Here’s the meat of that email, offered because I believe it all to still be true. My apologies for the inside jokes, but you’ll get […]

I’m on a roll. It took them over a week, but McSweeneys.net has rejected my list from this blog.
That’s just wrong. “Scone Father” alone should’ve gotten it approved. I shall crush them for their insolence.
Later,
Fox

This is how I roll.

Later,
Fox

That’s right, kids, it’s National Talk Like a Pirate Day. So go on. Avast something. Scrape off the barrrrrnacles and carrrrrrbuncles from ye keel. Eat a Pop Tarrrrrrrrt™ and watch a Peter Saarrrrrrsgaarrrrrrrrd movie.
Latarrrrrrrr,
Capt. Fox

Extremism, as Katie Couric incessantly reminds us, is bad. Bad, bad, bad. The extreme right wing, bad. The extreme left wing, bad (unless you’re Katie). Extreme sports, dangerous. Extreme spelled X-treme, dumb. Extreme bingo, unsafe for senior citizens. Anything taken to the extreme strikes most people as a bit fanatical and as something not to […]

A few years ago, Holiday Inn ran one of my all-time favorite campaigns. You know the one. It featured a 30-something loser named Mark who lived with his parents and grandmother. Instead of getting a job, he kept trying to get perks, rewards and whatnot that prompted one of his cohabitants to query, “What do […]

Time to take another stab at McSweeney’s Lists.
Other Names Besides “Diddy” That Sean Combs Can’t Use in Britain
P. Haggis
Bono
Q. Mum
Sir Mix-a-Lot
Scone Father
Pure gold, baby. Pure gold.
Later,
Fox

Today marks the fifth anniversary of 9/11/2001. But I will leave it to others to report and opine upon what this day represents. Instead, I offer a little bit of happiness as to what 9/11 means to me. Not 9/11/2001, but 9/11/2002. The day I met my wife. One of the saddest days in human […]

And now a spot that freaked me out so much the first time I watched it that I managed to block it out of my mind for over a week: “Scissors” from Discover Card. You’ve seen it. And if you haven’t, you will. The spot where thousands of ubiquitous orange-handled Fiskars parade around town cutting […]