Selling more than chicken

In on-going Subservient Chicken coverage, here’s a concise and well-explained analysis by Joseph Jaffe on the brilliance of the campaign:

The one question that seems to be continuously asked is, “But did it sell chicken?” This is completely the wrong question to be asking. Perhaps a more appropriate question you should be asking is, “Does Burger King sell chicken?” (hint: think BURGER King). The answer is an emphatic “yes” — and if you didn’t know it before, you certainly do now.

Subservient Chicken is cocky, to be sure, but without question a smart and strategic campaign. It almost single-handedly put BK in the news for all the right reasons, when it seemed the only news that was worthy for this flailing brand was bad news — at a time when the only flame-grilled item on the menu was the company itself.

(Link via the excellent MarketingVox, which also is maintaining a list of other relevant Subservient Chicken and viral marketing links.)

Drink of the week: Dirty Shirley

From the short story “Too Smart” by Emily Chenoweth, published in Tin House issue 19 (“Lies!”), Spring 2004:

It is clear to me when I arrive at the hotel that I should have chosen something else to wear. That’s because the theme tonight–why didn’t I look at my calendar?–is the Equatorial Rain Forest (do they think they’re clever?) and everyone’s in tribal. For some of the women this means baggy linen dresses, as if they are plantation wives. For others it was time to break out the jungle prints. The costumes on the men range from explorer–canvas vest, butterfly net, pith helmet–to tropical savage, which defies description.

I walk up to the bar and the man behind it shoots me a look of what is either amusement or desperation, I can’t tell. I tell him what I want: 7UP, grenadine, and lots of vodka on the rocks. I made it up myself on one of my NPR nights; it tastes like a kiddie cocktail but it doesn’t act like one. I call it a Dirty Shirley.

Our CEO, in respectable business casual, is in the corner talking to several women of the linen dress variety. I ought to say hello, but I don’t feel like leaving the bar. Not until I’ve had three more Shirleys.

DIRTY SHIRLEY

Ingredients:
3 oz vodka
.5 oz. grenadine
7UP

Glassware: highball glass

Directions:
Fill glass with ice. Add grenadine and vodka, then 7UP to fill.

Aussi, nous sommes d

Oh, how I wish I’d thought of this inside joke/buzz marketing stroke of genius:

Labels on most of the backpacks, messenger and laptop bags made and sold by Tom Bihn have his company’s contact information along with washing instructions in English and French along with a message reading: “Nous sommes desoles que notre president soit un idiot. Nous n’avons pas vote pour lui.”

The translation reads: “We are sorry that our president is an idiot. We did not vote for him.”

Tom Bihn, who designs and makes bags for his eponymous company of 10 employees in Port Angeles, a seaside city 60 miles northwest of Seattle, claims he has no idea how the phrase got onto the label, but credits it with doubling bag sales.

“We don’t know how it got there,” Bihn said in a dead-pan manner.

Asked if the message refers to President Bush (news – web sites) or French President Jacques Chirac, Bihn said he had no clue whom the insult referred to.

“I’m going with the idea that it refers to me, the president of the company,” Bihn said, “I do have to say it seems to have struck a chord. A lot of people seem to think that it refers to another president.”

You can read the company’s official response to questions about the label on a dedicated page on their website. The companies products are quite sharp-looking, very stylish, and seem really functional. I’d love to hear from anyone who has one of the laptop totes. (Also, a gift-giving hint: I’m digging the Small Cafe Bag in Wasabi.) Please also see the page on the company dog.

(The headline for this post was unrepentantly stolen in entirety from Wonkette, who commented amusingly on this very subject nearly a week ago. But it’s still funny.)

UPDATE: Heeding my request for reviews of the Tom Bihn bags, Christina at Inner Bitch posts a lovely and thorough review, with pictures.

Sir Mix-alot

How to create support among your existing fans for your new work, exhibit A: David Bowie invites fans to remix his new songs with his back catalog.

Singer David Bowie (news) has invited his fans to mix two of his songs together, extending a hand of friendship to underground bootlegging enthusiasts.

The rocker, currently touring with his 26th album “Reality,” has invited his supporters to splice a song from the album with any other track from his back catalog as part of a six-week contest.

Bowie is on the panel of judges who will pick a winner and runners-up from among a publicly voted shortlist of entrants.

A change in service

Over at Fat Plum, my colleagues and I have been running a new blog, Sticky Notes. In keeping with Fat Plum’s mission of providing “juicy solutions for today’s writer,” we’re posting information and links related to writing and publishing.

Sticky Notes is my first adventure in co-blogging, so I’m eager to see whether sharing the space and responsibilities with two others changes my posting style. Also, since each of us Fat Plum-ers has a different perspective and varying interests, I anticipate we’ll bring fresh looks to the writing and publishing worlds.

Since I’ll be posting in that new forum, I will not include as much specific writing content here in My Brilliant Mistakes. If you’ve an interest in the writing-focused posts I’ve written in the past, please swing by Sticky Notes and keep me company there.

And now, a word from our sponsor

Some articles related to changes in consumers’ acceptance or rejection of marketing and advertising:

MediaDailyNews reports that “[a]bout half of consumers surveyed say they’ve noticed brands involved in product placements in movies and television, according to a recent Mediaedge:cia study.” More significantly, the study found that “60 percent of those consumers are willing to try the brands advertised, with the percentages a little higher for TV than movies.”

And the New York Times says that “branded entertainment, in which advertisers show their wares in longer-form narrative films instead of commercials, is barreling ahead.” One key to the approach is subtlety: “The new productions work to avoid seeming like traditional, hard-selling commercials. In the 17 minutes of “The Ecology of Love,” for instance, the protagonist’s Visa card appears for only moments. Likewise, the groundskeeper of “The Scout” rides a Craftsman tractor, but the focus remains on the characters.”

Apparently such new approaches are needed, because, according to the Direct Marketing Association, “[t]he growing intrusiveness of marketing and advertising has led to a saturated marketplace, pushing consumer resistance to an all-time high and causing marketing productivity to plummet, according to a proprietary study by Yankelovich Partners, a leading marketing services consultancy.” Specifically, “60% of consumers have a much more negative opinion of marketing and advertising now than a few years ago; 61% feel the amount of marketing and advertising is out of control; and 65% feel constantly bombarded with too much marketing and advertising.”

Advertising watchdog organization Commercial Alert claims this survey demonstrates that consumers are disgusted by the ubiquity of advertising messages. From an opinion piece by Gary Ruskin of Commercial Alert in today’s AdAge: “Most Americans accept advertising as a part of the circus of life. We at Commercial Alert certainly do. But the advertising industry seems caught up in a death spiral of disrespect. In its desperate clamor to claim the attention of potential shoppers, the industry invents a new intrusive ad mechanism almost every week, until citizens are driven nuts by all the billboards, product placement, junk faxes, pop-unders and all the rest of it.” (Note that the rest of the column is even more histrionic than this paragraph.)

How to make your brand laughable in one easy step

This website seems to be intended to help franchisees create McDonald’s promotional materials.

But it’s quite easy to use it in other ways.

In actuality, I expect that the wording of the banners must be approved by someone before anything is printed. And the fact that the physical banners cost money should prevent this little tool from being misused/abused in the way the Bush-Cheney 2004 Campaign Sloganator was.

(Banner generator link and fake franchisee banner via Adrants.)

Special delivery

This afternoon, UPS delivered a package to me. (Two posters from the Bonny Doon Vineyard, of wine labels designed by Ralph Steadman. Quite cool. The company also offers fun t-shirts and other goodies, and lots of wine that cannot be delivered by mail within the borders of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania.) Because the package was sent from a wine company, someone had to sign for it, so the UPS man rang the doorbell and waited instead of dropping the box and bolting, as they usually do.

The UPS guy was not the one I’ve previously seen: this fellow was about my height, with short-short dark hair and a mustache, while the normal one is tall, blond, and lanky (as best I can tell from my few sightings of him running back the walkway and leaping into his truck to speed off).

I stepped onto the porch to sign the package-tracking/signature-storing gadget. As I signed, the UPS guy said, “Been to the Brick House lately?”

This gave me pause. The Brick House is a restaurant/bar in Butler and is my typical hangout in town. And sure, I’ve been there often enough to know the bartenders and managers by name. And yeah, Butler is a small town. But to be recognized as a Brick House patron within seconds of leaving my front door? It felt like a sign of … something.

I searched my memory for anyone looking like this guy and came up blank. All the same, I had to admit it was possible that I’d met him previously. I might even have had an extended, multi-drink conversation with him. Some nights are fuzzier than others.

Apparently my face displayed at least part of this internal dialogue, because he said, “I’ve seen you there.”

I smiled and acknowledged that yes, I’d been there recently. Last night, in fact. With my brother-in law. That still didn’t seem like enough of a reply, so I added that the place had been pretty empty.

“Yeah, I was there a few weeks ago and it was dead. It was comedy night, you know? And these two comedians … they weren’t good. Not funny.”

I nodded sympathetically at the problem of unfunny comedians.

“I don’t usually go during the week,” he added. “Just weekends.”

I said that this Friday night would be a good night, as there would be a great band playing there.

“I can’t go out Friday nights,” he said.

I said that was unfortunate.

We nodded at each other a moment more. Then he ran back down the walkway, leapt into his truck, and sped off.